Best By Mouth Poems
words of woes warring on the platter of mire
painted on my colour by mouth that burns with unjust fire
injustice, neocolonialism and inequality soaked in lies
Beside the pond, they stand in fright
of what the neighbors brought to light,
in fear of what they now will find;
dark woeful thoughts in every mind.
Fire engine speeds to the park site.
Beside the pond, they stand in fright.
Without a thought, he dives right in
the murky depth- search to begin.
Then up he comes- small boy in arms.
At first, this calms their tense alarms.
Beside the pond, they stand in fright-
his lifeless body- now in sight.
He pumps his heart with hopeful hands;
gives air by mouth, to breathe demands!
He tried his best to win this fight-
beside the pond, they stand in fright.
Who can dispute me in this wonderful world?
We are black, we are white and we are colored
But we live in same planet floating like Eagle
All of us are humans and bleed red blood
Who can dispute me in this wonderful world?
We are Africans, we are Europeans, we are Arabs
But we need food and we eat by mouth, not legs
All of us need the same oxygen to live on and off
Who can dispute me in this wonderful world?
We speak Chinese, Arabic, English, and Swahili
But we all have bodies that are fragile and bony
And all of us need the weak body to live a life
Which human is an angel but human?
Which human has yellow blood in metallic body?
Which human is an amphibian, or airborne?
So which human is more human than humanity?
I went into the room cold dark and afraid
When I came out I needed aide
Nothing in my life was ever going to be the same
The doctor put it out on the table and the odds were weighed
The pain burned inside of me like a hot flame
If I had another option I would gladly take the trade
The rest of my life I will now have this scar
I would rather be laying on a beach somewhere down south
Beautiful I am not anymore by far
I can hardly keep anything down by mouth
I just want things back the old way
When times were happy and all smiles
I just don't know what too say
Now I mean nothing than a few names on some medical files
Make me feel beautiful and wanted again
NO REFILLS---Dr. P. Soupenstein
Rx *7563287 BEC 11/11/11
Seems to me,
what you need
for healing this condition...
is something real
you can feel
to ease this mean affliction
Patient please
accept from me
this poetry prescription:
( )
Take ONE positive poem
Read ORALLY 2 times BY MOUTH -----
Every 4-6 HOURS AS NEEDED for the pain
Blues and belly aches will dissipate
resulting in healthy energy gains
WARNING!!!
-Alcohol may intensify the effect of being drowsy
attempting to read while operating machines...
will cause you to drive lousy.
These hands and this mind are mine,
And I would be wise to use them.
If you were so inclined,
You would be wise too.
But if you must make use of your words,
Be ever careful as you choose them.
For too many men it shall be
The tongue that does undo them.
Who then would hear this
And let that be their demise?
For all the words that can be spoken
Could easily be lies.
I have learned that life is kind
To those that listen.
Those whose eyes are always watching:
Those with vision.
Each decision that you make
Cannot be made by mouth.
The tongue shall yield no answers;
Thy hands shall build thy house.
And each word you speak
With no direction
Will only lead you
further south.
"Alpha Mnemonic"
Word
Image
without the image
no word
Language
a disease
communicable
by mouth
Alpha from brain
Omega passed
on her tongue
to yours
Ancient codex
genetically kissed
dispersed with
music intonation
gutteral
romantic
cerebral
never rehearsed
language
a virus formed
Mnemonic
from where exactly,
Within?
ad lib
ad lucem
ad libitum
from somewhere
other birthed
codex ancient
Alpha alien
genetic
hive driven
we are observed
writhing in our smalls
amphibian brained
we are still
loud embryos
clashing and clinging
unjust
we are
just learning exotic
movements
within our
blue pitri plate
circular in motion
we are agitated
not calm, chasing long versed
pre-recorded, re-rehearsed tales
a breath blown over us
language divides us
in love and belief
a disease
we are
we think
we speak
we spread
our languages
communicable
by eyes that
envision dreams
of others within
we are not knowing
with clandestined
futures and
over-ripe mouths
to succour
we simulate
ad lib
ad lucem
ad libitum
sensual
cold
science
hot and feverish
we lie
in bed
with irreverent
romantic fate
Omega
ohm resistant
high voltage
across the conductor
Always equal
Metaphors of unity
become
the Sequel
Blissfully ignorant
Ripe Red currents
juiced up and
Blue buries itself
warm palmed
on a soft beating breast
Ideology and
Romance
arrive
late
Memory
lost in the
Alpha
Mnemonic
Stuck in
the warm
and sticky
we grow cold
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Language is a Virus" / Laurie Anderson
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hIOnODxUTZQ
I only know the people I know.
I don’t own a phone. I live by mouth-to-mouth communication.
I barter for my goods. I have services and they have services. I don’t need
And application to tell me where I am going. I already know. Cant’ you see you are blindly following the herd. And sooner or later someone or something is going to cut you out of the herd. And you won’t even see it coming. You think all that technology puts you on top of the game. They my friends are mere distractions to what is really going on in this world. No storm ever stopped because of technology. Oh yes you might me able to better predicate where is will make landfall but as we have it is useless when is come to tsunamis or volcanoes. Or even relationships if I may stretch it that far. Nothing but human emotion can communicate what is really coming. And we all got it coming. We just don’t see it in time.
So turn off your TV, throw away your paper, it’s all old news. Send a text to Satan. Tell him he is winning the war.
Sudden Death
By Rick Rucker
Each time we part,
It stills my beating Heart!
It leaves me Crushed,
Around me, the songbirds, their singing Hushed!
Almost more than I can Stand,
Having to release your delicate Hand!
I can’t believe that we live apart,
Though, as always, you live in my Heart!
When I’m Alone,
I need to talk with you, if even by Phone!
If we can’t do that, because of constraints,
Then perhaps by texting, with fewer restraints!
Your Words, whether written, or Heard,
Buoy my Spirit, I hang on each Word!
We are meant to be together,
Captivated, in Love forever,
Like Lazarus, I come back from the Dead,
When I hear your voice, and turn my Head,
To view the most beautiful Creature,
Graced, with every wonderful Feature,
That Nature could bestow,
Simply Everything, from head to toe!
I want to hold you, without a Care,
Unmindful of others, let them all stare!
My Life, which had “gone South,”
You bring back, by mouth-to-mouth!
Together, like this I want to stay,
Kissing you, like this, ‘til my Dying Day!
I'll never be normal, or a hot trophy wife
I'd rather die lonely than trade in my life
No stranger of lust but a virgin of love
It seems there is none who accepts me enough
Written by hand but never by mouth
Before being buried I'll dig my way out
I guess I'm too weird, but I'll never change
I can't find a soulmate who loves that I'm strange
Cupid's a leper, my heart, a taboo
I guess I'm not wired to love like you do
Two brain cells walked into a bar
one disagreed with what the other said
but both agreed he could say it.
One said: “What if you said it like this?”
and they argued the value of words,
those that were spoken, those that were heard.
Into the fray marched a whole brain of grey
asking: “What makes you say the things that you say?”
and “Why when you say them, do you say them that way?”
Then came the head with the eyes and the chin
said “I dare you to say the whole thing again.”
“I doubt that you could, not that you would.”
And so the two brain cells, over pizza and beer
repeated the sounds in an effort to hear
the pounding of hoof beats, the shriek in the night
the sound of the words giving emptiness sight.
Then they consorted with the head and the brain
comparing conclusions though none were the same
the hoof beats to rescue or battles retreat
or maybe the sound of a child’s dancing feet.
Was the shriek one of fear, or a mother’s surprise
the first time she gazed into babies blue eyes.
They agreed to the meaning of the words that were read
but couldn’t agree - what was heard, what was said.
Time would continue, the battle would rage
should the words be delivered by mouth or by page
could the speaker be brilliant, the audience dense
the reader confused, the words make no sense.
The bar is still open, though the patrons don’t know it
to honor the memory of the two brain-celled poet.
John G. Lawless
9/10/2014
Plink. Plink.
Drip...
follows drop,
follows drip,
follows drop.
Plink. Plink.
Resolutely, incessantly,
each precious globule
snakes, languidly, along
labyrinthine tunnel.
Plink. Plink.
Seemingly-innocuous fluid
conveys crucial content
and necessary nourishment:
sole source of sustenance.
Plink. Plink.
Life-affirming droplets
are welcomed, eagerly, into
damaged vessel's system.
Plink. Plink.
Naught but air to pass lips,
"NBM" had been decreed.
Plink. Plink.
Temporarily,
but indelibly,
branded.
Plink. Plink.
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8 October 2017
NBM / Nil by Mouth is a medical instruction to prevent patients from consuming any food or water orally, often replaced by intravenous fluids.
Submitted to Julia Ward's "Your Favourite Free Verse Poem From October 2017 or November 2017" contest.
(2nd Place)
Entered in Butterfly Wings' "Could You, Please" contest.
(6th Place)
Presenting to the emergency room, patient "BB,"
a dad who swallowed a snow globe carelessly.
Out of ALC, voices crying, "YOLO,"
PO, he took a big gulp of fantasy snow.
NAGI, his stomach churned immediately.
He could hear little elves dancing with a BEG.
Brought to the ER unconscious with HBP,
HAGMA, and tachypnea, unfortunately.
A CT scan revealed a kidney infection.
MDs dispensed an antibiotic injection.
Dialysis was administered, but he was still KO.
His kidney's were decorated in crystals of "snow."
Ten WKs later he could walk again (to the bar),
but will likely need dialysis 4EVR.
You are what you eat, (BB made a recovery)
but don't be a snowflake, the moral of the story.
(Watch the attached video for the full story.)
ALC- alcohol
YOLO- you only live once
PO- by mouth
NAGI- not a good idea
BEG- big evil grin
ER- emergency room
HBP- high blood pressure
HAGMA- high anion gap metabolic acidosis
CT- computerized tomography
MD- medical doctors
KO- knocked out
WK- week
4EVER- forever
3-21-2021
ACRONYMS IN COUPLETS Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L MILTON HANKINS
Murmur no things
or strings of sounds...
Could not care less
more-ish whispers
were Wicked
Whips of Words-
Weighted.
Tongue- lashing sharp
fork- tine Torture.
Cat-0-nine-one-one-tales...
Thirty-nine...
Forty-less-one
thrashing...
thrashing...
Thrashing...!
P
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b
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Cut, then
Spliced
r
a
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aught - 0 - matic -ally
u
t
t
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s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d and s-t-r-u-n-g out
taut ~O~ill~O~gee~call
sayings S-P-L-A-Y-E-D out.
Taught NO one
any thing
new
Knew hear-say-
Say! Did you hear THAT???
(Did YOU know...?)
? :-0 ? :-o ? :-0 ?
Oh Oh...
Tongues plaited and tied
Gutless intentions
Implied
Allied...
Bound between mongers
pitted
unpitying
Pitbulls against distraught,
double-bind on-slaughter
pale-faced pugilism
mimics
Mummery and mimed thoughts
~acted~out~
played O-U-T
OUCH!
Bought into
Hearts wrung out
bloodless
Bloody hands wringing
in Delight-
Delighted!
de-lighted...
Delight-Full?
Murmur nothing
need less>>>>>>
Need less to say
" it" @ All.
Hot of the press,
hot air blows
seeds of doubts
s-OW-n n-OW!
Profuse Grrrrr- OW-th
Hot-head heed-less
not Grrrrr- OW-n up.
Groans are unmouthed
sounds
sown shut :-
No more hurt
Feelings
Hidden
Humiliation's humus
Not humorous.
Hideous "justice"
bids
Blurts be bought
at a price-
Caught out
Pulled-up-Pule
short-circuits
short-changed
~my~O~my
~chained~
~thrashing~it~out.
thrashed...thrashed....Thrashed!
within an inch
~~ ~~~'~ ~~~~...
nihil -is-tic
parsitic
Tick-Tacky-Town
Game of noughts.
Game of cross thoughts..x-O
Game's off-
Colour two- tone
Voice
Not "giving lip"-
Zipped~~~
:-O gains nil
By Mouth.
:- naught -:
nada
null
X
void
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14-07-2017~Aqua Marine.
please ignore, Nil by mouth that I wrote, Rubbish, sorry.