Blasphlegmic Guilt by oneluckygirl at All poetry

Dig my hole.
Plant me raw.
Squander words replete.
For though I was the best of friends
I lie - now - beneath this sheet.

Ethered fingers
Shattered gums
Bloated lips of gray
I’m chilled throughout my moral coil
With nothing warm to say.

Hassidic indigestion
With a touch of lice malaise
Maggotries ingesting.
Cloven leeches fall away.

Fester, fetid foul fish funk!
Your sepsis steeps a stench.
May schmucks erupt each putrid pore
And leave a schmear of mensch.

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Written September 13th, 2004

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leo2
May 27, 2005
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A bit of morbid morgue humor I found quite amusing. This one does anything but stink. Wonderful alliteration and clever vocabulary. Thanks for directing my here.

Sincerely,
Leo Long
oneluckygirl
May 27, 2005
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Actually, when taking my complaints to the authorities, I met a deaf ear.... lol
The burner
May 27, 2005
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happy...... dying .......to..... you
One little question for you, lucky. 'Did you try this for practical?'. i am 'dead' serious. The next time you write stuff like this, please do mention if you have imagined it or taken time off from your sleep in the grave to complain about your discomfort to the authorities.
dp robertson
September 22, 2004
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I loved that!

david
silica
September 18, 2004
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Blasphlegmic! Great word – another feast of sounds and euphony… why wasn’t I here reading before? Better slate than never. And Like Nando says – kosher with it lol.
cvillelisa
September 17, 2004
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still waiting for the antithesis ...the sugary sweet .. i didn't miss it did i?
oneluckygirl
September 17, 2004
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dd911

not quite sure I see what you mean.
Diamond dave911
September 17, 2004
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awesome
Wonderful, we have alot in common... Good write!
Rambler
September 16, 2004
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Devilishly creative. I think it also helped that I've been in not a few morgues, seen a few autopsys and have at least a passing acquaintance with Yiddish.
oneluckygirl
September 16, 2004
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Yowwwwwwch! Can I help you remove those?
Even with all those pricklies, you've still managed to return such a smile to my face with your trickling words that tickle. Heebie geebies, indeed.

a joy as always, Kyla!!!! Thank you.
Edited on Sep 16, 4:46 because ''.
Yusefeligirl
September 16, 2004
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Cooweee! Wow! Onelucky girl
You really made me smile!
I love the stinking attitude..
Sent ripples through my bile!
So you've got the Hebrew-geebies?
Wonder what set of this spark?
No matter really what's to blame
Coz your blasphemy's an art!!

Jane this one tickled the tongue Like Sabras prickles!
Excellent!
Kyla XX
rksingh
September 15, 2004
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It seems ageing has its own dimension. At 54 sometimes I too feel like you.
R K
cubert
September 13, 2004
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Oh man, I'm dying. I hope this isn't an indication of mood, cuz then I might have to feel bad for loving it so much. That alliteration is just destroying me. I'm crying over here.
Valkricry
September 13, 2004
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Oh my! This was deliciously ghoulish. Not in the morbid sense, but in a is-it-dead?-poke-it-with-a-stick sense. (If you can follow that sort of logic.) You do have a way with words.
Val
SusanL
September 13, 2004
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So I was sent to read this...
I must say it reminds me of something I would find in a plastic container at the back of my fridge... You know you shouldn't, but you just open the lid anyway... and then wow sensory overload...
now I am not comparing this to the contents of said container mind you, but the fact that you know that it is only going to be something funky and you go there anyway...
I will be back to read more later...
susan
oneluckygirl
September 13, 2004
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Thanks for noticing, Nando. In my childhood neighborhood, no one could compete with the wonderful guilt inducing sounds of Yiddish. Oy vey!
abdulrahman
September 13, 2004
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i have to look at this poem omnce more b4 i go it so nice to read
Nando Tater
September 13, 2004
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A sordid scenario hold sway o'er the swoon -
This turgid tale has got me all giddy-ish.
It could be the ether that's spinning the room,
Or, perhaps, its just all the Yiddy-ish.

Shalom!
cvillelisa
September 13, 2004
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sepsis .. geeze. this is a riotious stinking caulderon of yuck .. a quite good one actually .. dare i ask the motivation? i mean yesterday i was reading "Should I Could I" I hope this isn't a follow-up ..

what stunning weather since Labor Day .. been at the beach at all?

peace, (clean and fresh smelling)
lisa
abdulrahman
September 13, 2004
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the two last part of the poem are self explanatry to me but it seems other her don`t seems to get it and u us animating words to fill there like leech and bla bla bla that all well this is good thing u do here
hugh wyles
September 13, 2004
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Dear Jane,
All I can say is that you must have been in a "stinker" to have written this! Puts me in mind of Hieronymus Bosch and I don't like his paintings either!
Although, as usual I can admire the smart use of words I would refrain from wounding your sensibilities by printing the adjective that springs to mind when I come to comment on their choice.
Love and hugs, XXX Hugh.
oneluckygirl
September 13, 2004
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Thank you, thank you, thank you. I figure a really deep funk oughta be good for something at least!
onerios13
September 13, 2004
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LOL...oooh...that was DISGUSTINGLY fun to read! Yeah, and that line of 'Fester, fetid foul fish funk' was fabulously funny and fiendish! lol Really, you squeezed every last black drop of demonic devilry in this and it was both vastly entertaining and incredibly clever. This gets two ghoulish thumbs from this twisted soul!