"paunchy" poems
It could Satan's cohorts cause, what portly
Political figures earn, to forsake his camp
And anon join the fray to the fat fiscal treasury
Of the country squander; and that to a cramp.
The pay plus pecks in a year they receive
Will most citizens in their lifetime never sniff.
So some who covet crazily such a mega-cheque
Also seek the same office for the easy favours.
Since our paunchy purse will at their own beck
And call be, they thus make elections endeavours
A dagger thing;--that if they cannot God's gross
Gold get, they must anyhow have the devil's dross.
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 5:43 AM UTC
Here, where men's eyes were empty and as bright
As the blank windows set in glaring brick,
When the wind strengthens from the sea -- and night
Drops like a fog and makes the breath come thick;
By the deserted paths, the vacant halls,
One may see figures, twisted shades and lean,
Like the mad shapes that crawl an Indian screen,
Or paunchy smears you find on prison walls.
Turn the **** gently! There's the Thumbless Man,
Still weaving glass and silk into a dream,
Although the wall shows through him -- and the Khan
Journeys Cathay beside a paper stream.
A Rabbit Woman chitters by the door --
-- Chilly the grave-smell comes from the turned sod --
Come -- lift the curtain -- and be cold before
The silence of the eight men who were God!
2.3k
Five-thirty a.m., and I step
outside for the newspaper,
not four feet away
a raccoon sits like
a paunchy Buddha,
smiling as only
liars and sick
animals can.
I toss a half-eaten
bacon between its legs,
Pick up the paper,
back away.
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 7:15 AM UTC
How come
I am always dying as a martyr?
My thoughts constantly drifting
To funeral marches and sobbing relatives
How will I die?
A botched parachute jump?
Saving a small child
From a moving vehicle?
My funeral will be adorned
With white icing
The flag of my nation
And a flock of doves
Testaments
To my infinitely philanthropic nature
And unending commitment
To human liberty
Why is it so easy
To tack a medal to my breast?
Maybe because
I exist
As my bloodline
dowses its progeny with ****** praise
So eager
to bathe
In the violent tears of this world
That are ancient castles and monuments to men wearing wigs
Or maybe
Because I'm just selfish
And I often *** all over myself
On my paunchy stomach
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 4:31 PM UTC
Penguins painted pink,
peacefully practising pragmatic pebble placement.
Perfectly pointy piles, please!
Profoundly pious Pandas ponder pancreatic problems,
predict potential palsy.
Prognosis? Perilously poor.
Pale porpoises proudly plunge purple pools,
placidly pasturing petrified plankton.
Poor protozoans perish.
Portly, paunchy, plumpish, porcine, porky pigs
populate putrid puddles,
Pulverizing pumpkin pies.
Purposely Prickly porcupines pursue palatable plants,
pin-pointing precisely.
Puce petunias preferred.
Pill popping puppet people perpetuate planetary perdition,
pardon profuse pollution.
Pretentious ******
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 11:22 PM UTC
Ah me, what can I do?
I see the fear and the pain,
The terror and the unfair gain,
The starving masses through a screen,
News reported blandly;
A woman ***** her strangled throat
Cannot voice her pain,
Black children shot, democracies rot;
We must enrol to vote.
Yes! Use our voices and
Pick the suited white man, who
Best represents our feelings;
We might as well be kneeling
As picking from that self-same lot
Of narrow minds and paunchy pots,
*Ah me! If I only knew
What I could do.*
For now I only have these tossing thoughts
So hard to sort, or to abort;
Truth and lies, life, demise,
So I only utter, as I watch the TV screen
A silent scream;
Ah me! One day, will I find my voice?
Voice my findings and my rage?
Have enough nous, be enough sage
To let that scream be heard,
And crack through the screen’s merde?
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 2:37 AM UTC
dark rinsed veins
drain to the brain,
a throbbing tiredness
drives me to well up
hide against the wall
refrigerator buzz,
paper towel
covering a runny nose
in case someone walks in
ignorance, a few feet away.
paunchy eyes; silk streams
glistening onto chewed up finger nails,
a silent sort of death
unnoticeable
serene,
as I clutch my mouth and the kitchen counter top.
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 5:35 PM UTC
She took my breath away
just by her being near
Her long red ginger hair
Her dangerous curves, her sparkling pair
of eyes that chanced to look my way
Just as the wind snatched my toupee
(That knocked the wind out of my sail)
That left me paunchy, bald and pale.
I guess I might as well inhale.
Jan 5, 2012
Jan 5, 2012 at 9:04 AM UTC
you've put every
single thing I fear
directly in my face
i am unworthy
i am unwanted
i am alone
every single flaw
is prominent
i am vile
i am incompetent
i am stupid
each problem
is displayed
i am boring
i am sad
i am angry
individual sins
i am hateful
i am filthy
i am bitter
all my
weaknesses
i am careless
i am open
i am emotional
my blemishes
visible across
my forehead
i am pockmarked
i am paunchy
i am diseased
the limitations
i am dumb
i am pathetic
i am anxious
failures
i am incomplete
i am lost
i am done
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 11:10 PM UTC
she '
s a bigflavor
stuffed with agile bones
and gracious stocky elated heat. winsome flush density: that to(o
which i'm merely malleable metal
some gold, palmed freshly
in the grove of supple magic
a boisterous thigh and i,m love
I,m
massive.
i
' m witless charming music i
m '
clumsy lighting gnashing slow
at lewd digestible ****** of your swift
fiber shedding miracle or you
my quavering note
of pure violence
stabbing rightly my paunchy ego
and bleding
i steal into your absolute cherry and marvel
viciously the timber of your soul
which burns and freezes gratuitously like the sun and earth
who are lovers like we
effortless
and
)ETERNAl
Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 10:31 AM UTC
you should've seen
i was like lightning
like swift hammers
falling shout
i was like arrogant
i was like pain
i was a fist laden shade, speckling skulls sumptuously
a lithe darkness
paunchy of carpels
and i laid it in his vessel (
and he slept
)
Jan 8, 2011
Jan 8, 2011 at 12:49 PM UTC
Pacific, pacifist pampered papa
parading par excellent paragon
parent (parenthetically parochial
particularly partisan) parvenu
passive, passionately paternalistically patient,
paunchy, peaceably pepped, perfectionist,
perceptive, perennially perky, permissively
persevering, persistently personable, perspicuous,
pertinent, phenomenally philanthropic, philharmonic
picturesquely pious, pioneering, piquantly pithy,
playfully pleasant, pleasurably plucky, plummy,
poetically poignant, politely pontificating, popular,
positively potent, powerfully practiced pragmatist,
praiseworthy, prayerfully precious, precise
predominant, preeminently preferable, preparedly
preponderant, presently president, prestigiously
prevailing, priceless, princely, principally pristine,
privately privileged, prized, proactively procreative,
prodigiously productive, proficiently profitable,
progressively prominant, promisingly prompt,
prophetically propitious, prospectively protective,
proudly proven provocative, prudent psyched, puissant,
punctilious, punctually purposeful.
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
Bankrupt of his majesty
the would-be, could-be king
falls into a paunchy old age
Quite literally
He was young once
the would-be, could-be mogul
fell into addiction, hard times
Quite typically
Now hobbling into oblivion
the would-have-been, could-have-been
falls for a younger princess in her thirties
Quite predictably
Standing taller
his would-have, should-have, could-have
falls away in the reverie of romance
Quite nicely for a time
Until his old habits hurt her
his should-be-s apply to her
falling in love hurts them both
Quite a bit
She was young once too
a would-be, still could-be
falling into the trap of thinking time is scarce
Quite often
She's teetering on oblivion
the would-have, could-have, should-have
falling for the allure of what-is-not
Quite hard
A patch of gray hairs dust her widow's peak
would-have, should-have covered them
falling in line with what's expected
Quite easily
Bankrupt of her majesty
the would-be, still could-be queen
rises into a vulnerable middle age
Quite determinedly
Dec 4, 2020
Dec 4, 2020 at 6:46 PM UTC
#*It’s not been long
Since
Last I wrote about
What I wrote
And possibly
Never became, too rote
Since
Last I wrote
I do remember
My suede leather, navy blue tote
Never too paunchy
Yet carrying loads
And now I forget
Since
Last I wrote
About
What I loved
And
About what I wrote*#
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 4:08 PM UTC
Messianic Don found tarnished appeal
trumpeted bluster thwarted
with muted (hip hip hooray) Democratic zeal
played (on microscale) like quashed
ill fated braggadocio big deal
bombast, sans General George Armstrong
Custer's last stand,
viz Little Bighorn, achilles heel,
where Native Americans
showed deadly steel
against cocksure doodling
haughtiness didst conceal
Yankee sited in cross hairs,
who got comeuppance,
whence his notorious
reputation did never heal,
thus markedly high light
ting (albeit in deadly fashion) might
whooped, undermined, and
served just desserts,
when forces of the Lakota, Northern Cheyenne,
and Arapaho tribes did unite
defending their turf against
7th Cavalry Regiment of the
United States, mauled as ****** sight,
which justified comeuppance,
and whipped up white
settlers fury like an inferno doth ignite
combustible material showing
no mercy toward "red men"
unleashing brutal, short
and nasty genocidal spite
long a tragic footnote in history
proves tummy at hefty price
that present swaggering presidential chieftain
more'n halfway thru administration thrice
occasions brought third "shut down"
(the first time in more than 40 years)
during his opprobrious term,
now got meted "no dice"
cuz commander in chief usurped, provoked,
and kickstarted retaliatory actions, I.C.E.
suspect, where staunch stonewalling tactics
unexpectedly found paunchy big boy lice
sensed to shame, name and blame Congress
i.e. as he ****** forward power,
and hood did launch
bully tactics doth evince,
how he does not play "nice"
demanding five billion dollars for
pet project wall barring Mexicans
(and other asylum seekers south
of the border) did not entice
unanimous concurrence thus sets device
sieve ness roundly shows
Trump doth need strong cussed hard advice!
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 2:34 PM UTC
I loathe shucking clothes,
(no matter eyes severely myopic)
in preparation for here goes
another warm shower quickly
relaxing this senescent
body ready to doze
soon after lathering
this blubbery body
most unwanted fat grows
on me, no matter healthy diet
of worms, or how I stand,
not so easy add a pose
zing losing battle – Mary Jo's
if and geeze us of bulge ill flattering
particularly quiverly, sans white
"WALL" tire tread fully goes
steely belted around lower
abdominal area like lava floes
siring unsightly expose
yore squishy Jew dish priestly
punchy,plasma paunchy, gristly...
pillow like marshmallows
fittingly, rotundly soundly
identical with other schlep
tin (tin tabulation) grungy hobos,
this lap ****** lard (lord) Who Lee
bemoaning, how ilk readily knows,
where unwanted bulky flab...
most detested - hence Corp Yule Lance
leaves noth thin to noblesse oblige,
know bull eats obese,
anorexia nervosa or chance
barking out orders reminiscent, when he
hapt tubby a caller at
weekly square and/or contra dance,
now requisitioned to insulate
and excessively enhance
body electric can be mushed
into likeness of fleshy France
or repurposed into expanse
resembling any country,
whose name Kants
be easily pronounced, and historical
events glommed together recognizable
as Ataturk with a lance
bequeathed to rule World advance
sing gluttony as his divine providence,
thus requires deep dish allegiance
(non - fiber - binding contract)
for eats and make decadent
every fleshpot gourmand
stretching cellular skein to capacitance
bestowing guaranteed deliverance
with their rolling
ballooning massive circumference
into orbit with Earthly moon officiant
eternal fondue irrelevance!
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 11:32 PM UTC