"grubbing" poems
The banana is an inside joke
from God
It is His calling card
And you can call home
if you would hold it to your ear
and speak directly to Him
Just kidding
Bananas are for the belly
He would have used perforated edges
but naysayers would be in an uproar
"How could your God think us so stupid!"
For they always imagine
that God reflects their own stupidity
And the atheist too
would have a fit
and a slew
of jokes about how the real evidence of God
has banana split
But just like little children know
mother puts the best food in the lunchbox
Humble believers can tell you
good loving means good grubbing
on the inside of the banana peel
And that's real
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 4:50 PM UTC
The attention-grubbing *****
Will sit out on the floor
Waiting to be ****** by a
Siamese sock puppet duck
Its quirky little smile
Will show only for a while
Toothpaste soda and Hot Gin Sour
It's all up and about in a stour
Poor sodding toothless *****
Goes to playpen and dances around
Empirical to the idea'r of
the crowd wanting a ****
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC
with unencumbered pink flourish she strips knickers down and dress shruggled brisk over her head a flit of no patience for my timid bow she clocks my eyes senses are abled then blasted overwhelm with her **** light it radiates exposed armpits huff glowing mist her groin blazes at me stricken to match but my male has no luminosity and no athlete or brute *** form either she must have liked our bar dance or the alcohol defect or she might even have bin soft for the random humour i worded her wooded way she reflects and we are minded and shyly i lump off my boots scuffle my clothes to the ground and embrace for the pacts effect everything becomes animal our playful selves step in take sleeve over us makes us kinetic cadaverliers strobic and i’m all muzzle and snout oder out of control and slurring eyes and hooked hands grubbing foreign soft hummocks and we brandish the moon and charge on frantic stimulus it's all fleshed out in front of us this splay
May 18, 2024
May 18, 2024 at 11:43 AM UTC
Excrement of the intangible
The iron ****** lung
The sharp inhalation - raspy reality
The thought that all is too much
The repressing of doubts in the hollow
The incommunication at the office
The freezing of the faculties
The desparate sigh two chairs away
The sensation of lost in a maze
The plaintive face of misunderstanding - and
The allocation of the assets
The incessant attempt at grubbing funds from already empty pockets
The sneer of the Tax Man
The ineffectual Cops and
The stern eyes of judgement
The remainder of all that was sacred
Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 5:10 PM UTC
You are so worth going through Hell for because he will be rewarded twenty times his sufferings, for being true to you and loving only you
with a passion that can burn a volcano to cinders. "Yes, Yes, In turn, when I am convinced of that love, he will finally know what paradise feels like."
"He will realize all the others that he felt were so good, moved so good, looked so good, made him feel so on top of it all, was only just step one
of the 20 steps I can take him to, if I so choose." "So far, I have not taken anyone to the twentieth step yet. What a shame, what a loss, never to
really know that in the end, I am everything they could ever imagine they wanted or needed." "It is sad that a man is only as faithful as his options."
"He turns away ecstasy himself, for maybe, if he is lucky, one hour of sweaty, soon to forget, body pounding, while being silently judged on a scale of 1 to 10
his ability to service the shallow, money grubbing, dead ***** that he so thought he needed instead of 20 steps to heaven forever." Someday I know
there will be a Man, a Man of morals, of a soft, slow touch, one that did not need to prove himself in many beds, one that just knew and then so did I. I will
stand on the twentieth step, looking full into that man's face and he will be looking into my eyes of green, we will smile because we both took each other to the
Twentieth Step.
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 6:08 AM UTC
We have become a society engulfed in static noise
Ineptly assenting to untruths of money-grubbing publicity seekers
Garrulous banter by self-promoting fame hunters
Disintegrating our already fragile minds
Previously destroyed by brain rotting internet forums and absurdities
We are at war with one another with comments and supporting “likes”
My opinion, better than yours because I am louder and angrier
Your opinion, better because it is thunderous and provoked
Execrating each other over the words of self-important personalities
Spewing hate with ads in between.
Let us return to three local channels and phones clutched to the wall
Let’s go back to less information
Go to the library and read more books
Sit and talk with our families
Play outside when it rains
Let us stop listening to news that is no longer news
Because it is all just loud judgment
Let us retrieve the miniscule quantity of hope we once had
Before this world is gone
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 11:04 PM UTC
Because he gets to do whatever he wants! He gets
to go to cafes and draw dumb things and he probably
got drunk there too, with his stupid sister. He even got
to get a tattoo and everyone loves him for it, everyone adores him for it.
But people hate us.
He's an attention grubbing idiot.
He has a job.
He can't fess up to anything, he just keeps lying to himself.
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 12:46 PM UTC
the lost battalions of the soul-------
they fight on where-ever they are ,(they say)
the lost lovers lie still as death on flamining hillsides
wondering where the angels as promised just hap to be
but you, my friend, are gone from here
and who knows when you will dare show your face?
chicken-lickin cowards, all.
grubbing and grunting with the ******* smile still glued to the masks that are formed from being graceless and stupid in amerikka
oh well
its only few small steps to macdonalds or
disneyworld
a few small steps to the liquor store
a few small steps and the pusher man
will be there.com
and coming forward with lady gaga videos and tales
of the heros like michael jackson.com
and the baseball scores
and i will soon be dead and hopefully quiet but don't bet on it
for the lost battalions fight on and on wherever they are
even if they themselves don't know
where that is
Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 3:34 PM UTC
So there's a new sign in my room
That is hope will spell out doom
For my impulsively repulsive habits.
One goal
Written on a cheap slip of paper just lying in my junk drawer. Myself and my wallet can endure no more
I'm a money grubbing ***** yes but this ***** has changed his mind
One goal
One goal for me because I need to relearn maturity with money. I already know the days ahead will taste like bittersweet honey
One goal
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 12:15 AM UTC
May a hex befall this yard grubbing , bedeviling varmint called Armadillo . Your nothing but a Virginia opossum in tankers armor , and I've rock salt in my shotgun this evening to tan your tin-can , little bottom !!
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 9:29 PM UTC
My hands are ******* shaking-
As if this is the worst thing I've done-
I'm just typing in a number.
It's a ****** number and I'm-
I'm losing my mind like
"Doctor, what the hell is wrong with me?"
Like I don't wanna know because this ************
This ************ can diagnose me.
So I'm ******* shaking until I have to sit down
And deciding everything I have to censor
Because I'm going to hire this Psychiatrist as a friend
But my brain is all warning lights and cries of "ENEMY"
And I've got nightmares thinking about talking about
About anything with substance. Anything I care about
Because it'd take one wrong word in the thick of emotion
For me to be labeled and I've already done that
I don't need another ******* label.
But self-therapy never did me any good and I've got enough bad
And all my therapists were money grubbing shitbags
So I'm going to buy a label from a psychiatrist
With my fingers crossed that I'll get a bottle of complimentary pills
I'm choosing the lesser of two evils that both turn my stomach
***** it, because I've already been ******* by therapy
And even if the psychiatrist is just as bad
It's not like any of them got **** on how I ******* me.
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 12:35 AM UTC
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O pen!
So much mightier than sword!
Hone me as iron sharpens iron!
I ask of thee three things...
O pen!
Open minds!
Let folk see that not all Christians
are... evil, wicked, money grubbing
hypocritical, hateful idiots!
I am not. Christ could not abide
hypocrisy. And taught LOVE
My greatest aspiration
Is to be like Him.
O pen!
Open doors! He is knocking.
Even haters need LOVE.
NOT THAT ALL OF YOU HATE.
But there is one who does.
O pen!
Open HEARTS!
You know what I mean.
Please. Let Him in. He's been writing.
THROUGH ME. And many other people on this site.
Give Him a chance.
HE LOVED ME ENOUGH
TO DIE FOR ME.
Because He loved me first
He loves you the same.
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 3:37 PM UTC
St. Valentine Was A *********
he clearly was Aphrodite's *****
he became a slave to that amorous witch
and cupid was his constant itch
Now his day is set aside
for marketing and sales besides
lingerie and chocolate, flowers and jewels
are profit for money grubbing tools
One day out of the year shouldn't be set aside
to show your partner you care besides
love is more than hot passionate ***
it's more than cards with funny effects
love entails more than having kids
While I'm here can I just address
Ladies, we think its for the best,
that you just say what you want, no more hints or indirectness,
don't expect us to know we can't read minds, that's not how nature erected us
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
The world on your shoulders
radiating your womb with fluids
Like the granary that shadows grains
Sensational diamond amongst creatures
grubbing for grandeur and glamour.
Pleasing and birthing
with your hole, tender desires
Beautiful jewel and keeper
Your chemistry – mysterious!
that echoes a deep affinity with nature.
Wild joy like the world's madness
emptied in your river plate
As grim as the tourist
winning his destination at daylight
on the grace of your ferry.
Your colour –
soaked in chocolate, baked in wonders.
When your egg is ripe
You nurture with love and might.
Being of complexity, yet magnificent.
That the bird must return to it's nest with food and wine
for the hungry mouths, the thirsty tongues.
Your being is priceless and full of myth
That it stimulates my spirit with curiosity
On where exactly sourced your unique existence.
© A. O. Nwulia Literary Diary 2017
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 9:45 PM UTC
my students describe me as gentle.
kind. tender. humane.
my professors describe me as flighty.
fickle. erratic. inconstant.
my dad describes me as selfish.
inconsiderate. uncaring. money-grubbing.
my mom describes me as wise.
sharp. insightful. far-sighted.
my brother describes me as mysterious.
puzzling. hidden. weird.
my sister describes me as honest.
candid. upfront. sincere.
kind & uncaring.
far-sighted & erratic.
hidden & candid.
my lover describes me as perfect.
sublime. brilliant. unrivaled.
i hesitate to describe me, settle at imperfect.
and sublime. brilliant. unrivaled.
all of the above. none of the above.
aside from all of the above.
imperfect. sublime. brilliant. unrivaled.
flawed. exalted. profound. inimitable.
faulty & ideal.
defective & magic.
me.
Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 11:40 AM UTC
when skin and bones she was beautiful
at grubbing ding dongs she was dutiful
now cellulite she has a ***** full
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 8:55 AM UTC
The Fertile Mind is Nothing if but a Vessel
And a Reflective Reminder to Just Breathe
Because the Demons that we may Wrestle
Really Hate to Haunt a Plastic Tree Leave
A Restless and Testless Existence that never learned to Bleed
Your Fake Ghostly Rubber Tree's will Never ever Grow Seed
A Cloth will Always Dry but a Paper Towel will Forever Die
Yet We Conveniently Lie as the Gracious Earth Wonder's Why
Strive for Acronyms Vehemently Engaging Underbellies & Stomachs
Ampersands Crossing 8 Miles of Dessert eating nothing but M and Ms
Vastly Expanding Jim Morrison's Mind Impregnating a Final Message
“Engraving on my Tombstone Hopefully will be a Decree Not a Plea”
Understanding how to Understand Me, Is Like Misinterpreting Prose
Simply Blank out your Thoughts and Forget the Way you Once Chose
So Before you Decide to Walk Toward that Fateful Waking Light
Oxidate your Body then Exhale, Take a **** and Say Good Night
**** my *** you Money Grubbing ***** Grabbing Orange White
!F they Ask Just Simply Tell them Calmly Everything !S. Just Write
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 12:58 AM UTC
Grubbing up shrubs
Make a safe path-
This one who
Crosses ravines
On invisible tightropes
And falls
Cartoon
To puffs of dust
And then
Resumes
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 5:49 AM UTC
...a sun bounces off my shell
the rained on attempt to hide
the damage the hurter from
inside my back is full of resin
and knots from a black apple
tree all the rivers show a new
face with old teeth and lips
that **** the failed light all
this makes me like a deep sea
diver grubbing in the silt of sudden
waves that soak the drinking loam
of a weakened birth as a sun bounces..
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 11:59 AM UTC