My love, as the still light shines on your lice
Ah, I smell the onions matted on your breath.
What else? Your nose hairs are threads to soon slice,
And when I leave I thank god I didnāt retch.
My beloved, a shore of love passes through me
When I do catch whiff of your gastro winds,
They move like the barnacles on your knees
Oh, as I stroke the maggots off your skin!
Your eyes are red as a blowflyās
Your ears are clouded with wax opaque spots
Your lips hoofed with your special spoiled meat pie
Beloved, you smell worse than Deathās trots.
As I lie in bed and think, lord what else?
My chest rises in warbling warmth and I melt.
Ā© 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.
2/06/2020: Originally written for The Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest.
2/14/2021: Reposted for Ingrid’s Sonnet Sunday.
Happy VD day!
47 responses to “My Beloved.”
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Perfect response š¤£.
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At least this was in contest for worst poetry. Thank god.
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Hahaha! I agree with you. I think I’d faint if I actually wrote like this.
I also wasn’t too sure if my poem was terrible enough, but now I feel more assured it is. š
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Man don’t be too enthusiastic. I mean someone tried their hardest on that thing. shrugs
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True. š
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I mean I don’t know if it’s true or not but yeah just a word of caution.
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No, I get that. I was mainly joking around. There are a lot of great “terrible” entries on there.
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Oh cool.
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This is awesome ššš
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Hahaha! Thank you. š
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Lol
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Oh yuck!!
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Hahaha! Thank you! š
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Oh my goodness! Lol.
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Why, Iām flattered. Thank you so much. š
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Thanks for the laugh š
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Glad you enjoyed. š
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This was such a horrible poem!! Who’d want that sort of love, right? š
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Thank you!
Yeah, I’d give this type of love a hard pass. No doubt about that. š
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“Cupid needs to pull out the real arrows after catching wind of your attempts.”
āYou took this perhaps a little too literally…š¤£.
That was funny. What a partner!
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I did, didnāt I? š
Hahaha. Thank you!
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Reblogged this on words garden.
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Thank you!
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Dark! Witty!
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Thank you! š
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Love on parade! š Ugliness in the eye of the beholder beholding the beloved, who after all is still the beloved, retch!
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Instead of how fetching, it’s how retching. š
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Definitely a stand-out among the “love” poems that have graced WordPress this last week!! š
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Blegh, love poems, definitely not my specialty! This is proof of that. š
Hahaha, but really, thank you. I do like love poems actually, but only when they’re really unique, you know?
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Absolutely. I am not a fan of Valentines Day, even although I consider myself a romantic. So your dip into – may i call it? – Gothic Love… was very refreshing. š
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Hahaha, thank you! I only like Valentine’s Day for the chocolate, really.
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A perky and ghastly gastronomical disaster of beloved effluent
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Hey, you said it not me. š But really, thank you.
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A terribly good laugh š¤£
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hahaha Nice one. š
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Thanks!
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Moulderingly magnificent!
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Hahaha, thank you!
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I laughed to hard š¤£
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I meant *so….see… can’t even type right since I’m still laughing š¤£š¤£š¤£
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š That really makes me happy to hear that! Iām glad it could make you laugh.
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