the sieve and the sand » poo

a moment of clarity

Julio Chapluzki — Wed, 20 Apr 2011 14:11:43 +0000

in the pushing, pull,
thoughtsfearsapprehensions fade;
straining clears the mind

Perhaps a Poem about Pooh (Winnie, that is)

beighartman — Fri, 04 Feb 2011 02:09:24 +0000

Or rather a poohem about Pooh.
Guess I’m a poohet,
But I reckon I already knew it!
Now don’t you go pooh-poohing either,
Cause you have to admit, it definitely has poohtential.

haiku

Julio Chapluzki — Sat, 22 May 2010 14:14:26 +0000

one cause leads to the effect:
like coffee to poo;
like me loving you.

Epigram

beighartman — Thu, 18 Mar 2010 05:25:43 +0000

My toilet never stands up for himself,
Everyone’s always giving him crap

coffee=poo

Julio Chapluzki — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 14:49:46 +0000

but being at work
makes it hard to get away
for enough time to really,
really enjoy the pooerful sensation
of hard work paying off,
of finding reward in straining:
to do what’s right,
in the right way,
at the right time.

burn burn burn

Roger Mugs — Mon, 22 Jun 2009 15:56:10 +0000

these feelings
of things crawling
on me fighting
the burn of
sunlighting on me

smells just like aloe
a moist awkward fellow

people refuse to be
looking at me

Magical coffee

Julio Chapluzki — Wed, 07 Jan 2009 17:32:46 +0000

it happens everyday
i can’t make it go away;
with every drink i take
my bowels begin to wake,
begin to press and make such a clamor
that i wonder if i swallowed a hammer,
and so inadvertently i make my way
giving in to the unanswerable sway
of the pressure down below
raging like a bellows.

joy?

Roger Mugs — Sun, 23 Nov 2008 14:48:31 +0000

and happiness comes
like a present in my pants
quicker and more
fragrant
than i had anticipated

flame in, flame out.

Roger Mugs — Sun, 09 Nov 2008 02:09:12 +0000

bowl of red
boiling spice
to dip our delicacies
boil, entice
our senses with

cow throat
cow heart
pig intestines
– ’my friends,’ i ask, ‘do you not realize what was squeezed through this?’
pig stomach
(among other things)

6pm I ate you down
4am you woke me up

climbing back into bed with
an arse afire

leader of the free world

Roger Mugs — Tue, 04 Nov 2008 23:14:00 +0000

an hour glass to slow the moments
as history before our eyes unfolds
one more scoop of sand here to
slow things up and one more
pile of crap here to swallow down

chew your grainy feces filled bite
get used to the grain, the taste, the fight

before night comes one more pile
goes down. up to your knees wearing
the presidential crown

thoughts on darwin?

Roger Mugs — Thu, 02 Oct 2008 08:26:45 +0000

henceforth
i move forth
from the froth
of primordial goo
hitherto
i move to
return to earth poo
as i pass through

trained my thought (of)

Roger Mugs — Thu, 25 Sep 2008 19:33:11 +0000

the days have been less kind to me
lately
i find myself more prone to awkwardly timed
bowel movements
than i did when i was young
depends
i suppose. what did i eat? where?
was there lactose? spice?
the days i suppose it depends, was there spice?
i find myself more awkwardly prone
to lactose timing
lately
less kind to my bowel movements
days lately. lactose and spice
awkwardly kind
where i suppose i eat
prone to when i was young
it all depends

pre – nuclear holocaust

Roger Mugs — Wed, 24 Sep 2008 06:44:03 +0000

fields of glass
asphalt homes next to cement parks
robot dogs
and this is pre-nuclear holocaust

I got nothing

Julio Chapluzki — Wed, 17 Sep 2008 21:20:26 +0000

no inspiration
except for poo,
poo, poo, poo, poo
glorious poopoo
smooshed and smeared
and oozing across the page
in the form of words

pooetry day

Roger Mugs — Wed, 17 Sep 2008 14:08:31 +0000

and when on toilet i did sat
things came out and i did shat
the things i knew to come they did
unfortunately some on the lid
but poo is as poo does and we all poo poo
from small ones to big ones its still doo doo
be hard be it small or be it round
best if we keep it in our pants, in the bowl, off the ground
be it well written or be it shit
anything today will fit

poo in a can, a crapper, a bus, a tree
a day it will be of pooetry

sometimes my mom called it hershey’s squirts

Roger Mugs — Mon, 15 Sep 2008 01:34:44 +0000

when you leave a roger
write a little note about it
share it with your friends
and let the world know
your joy
your weight before and after
consistency and whether or not
today you had sinkers
floaters
or exploders

the names in this poem have been changed to protect those it is obviously representing

Roger Mugs — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 10:25:21 +0000

little belinda
sad sad tale
hated bland bland food

but little belinda
sad but true
had a face as bland as poo

things that made us famous, but you’re still nobody

Roger Mugs — Wed, 18 Jun 2008 14:30:36 +0000

all too many people
shy away from the topic of poo
out of fear of offending
their mothers reading
their works when they finally
publish their own book
someday

the sieve can address it all
from rape to cannibalism
when we want to say pants
we say trousers

if i say trunk, i mean both
the ass of the car
and a garment to cover your ass
whilst you swim

i have boldly gone where you
have not
the deep has never challenged me

hover, and hold
squatting will keep you from having
to squeeze

but dont fall in
or you’ll become famous
you nobody.