Best Gullet Poems

LUCIFER'S gullet was as parched as hell!

   He said, "Lord, some cold HOOCH, would do me well!"

      Lord...

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Alone and weary ...
   she dangled toes o'er the mountain ledge -
 the late-October night was clear
and bitter cold, yet as still as...

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Anchored by its feet hangs the carcass
Butcher removes brisket and strings it
Chuck steak diced for stews and pies
Dark well matured silverside rests
Entrails give the dogs...

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I was a happy little water droplet
Playing in a cloud
Until lightning struck 
And thunder clapped loud
Stopping all my mirth
Dropping me to earth

Joining many others
Of my...

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You think that security belongs to you
Because you have done all you need to do
You think that wisdom belongs to a few
Because the rest of...

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I, cold ... cold as stone ...
But is that not befitting such as I?
Once, merely common, hidden deep in the earth,
Still, my quality made itself...

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Summer nights in Centerville, sleeping on the top bunk bed;
A transistor radio playing low, lying right there near my head.
The Big Red Machine was in...

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The skillet hung near the old wood-burning kitchen stove.
Aside from her family, Mom considered it a special trove.
With that blackened old pan she prepared delicious...

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Food for thought !
Over what has been lost.

Days of long ago - filled with much flavour,
Foods exotic – for the discerning palate to savour.

There was...

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They planted Hank 'neath a lonesome pine when he came to the end of the trail.
Angels ushered him to the Great Beyond and through that...

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continues from part 1

And I to him: “Show me where I can find,
If you want that I bring your news then up,
Who is who foresees...

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There's nothing funnier than a cross-eyed chicken
With legs the size of your arm
The Chicken Emporiums would sure love to know 
The name of this progressive...

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I ran into the room, said, "Do I smell bacon?",
but couldn't decipher the smirk Jim was making.
"Sure, if that's what you wanna call it!
Hey, why...

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My heart still holds the unused beats,
My shallow lungs long the stolen breaths, 
And the bones, cloaked and masked, run empty of flesh.
The eyes that...

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Each spring in the Gulf Coast Panhandle 
Seafood lovers attend a festival
Honoring the dark meat, oily mullet
That leaps into air shaped like a gullet
But the...

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