Best Gullets Poems

On a fine April day, set out in the great cruise ship, Titanic,
Into the pelagic waters of Atlantic, with the weather alluringly sweet.
Plush it was...

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Lmerick crochetés : Once a Teacher who didn't like school

Once a Teacher who didn't like school
Since his kids kept calling him a fool
Wished to do...

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on the ****ing over of Chelsea Welch

let’s begin with what a waitress does in a day…
a waitress works her ass off,
forced to have the biggest...

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We stand prepared for battle, our pikes thrusted toward the gullets of our adversaries.

Hastily we aim to strike down all we oppose.

Our nemeses match us...

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It was high noon in Dodge City, Kansas on that hot and sultry day.
The sheriff was makin' his leisurely rounds on Old Dan, his faithful...

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Maybe a serial killer, the crows cawed to each other.
This was agreed upon by the vole and the vole’s mother.
I think he’s just a great...

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Who would feed the cubs?
Those that shall one day be scrubs,
The land that hurts but weaken,
The life of the poverty stricken,

Who would shelter the pullets?
With...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY…

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When life seems an arduous desert trek
When black blizzards sweep past us
When our gullets stick like plastic with no moisture
It is then we look for...

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COPLA CUARENTA Y SEIS: This Bad Guy World

Religious hate-mongers pullulate
Gullets stuffed full make laymen loathe:
Sacred totem

Even football wins dedicate
« To Country, Race and team-mates’ Faith! »:
Sport’s anathème

When...

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dear Canada,
dear France,
dear Australia,
dear UK &
to the other countries of the
world who are in the
process of using their
governmental structure to
alleviate the 
health care catastrophes
within their...

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I see it in cubes cast
And chiefly featuring in breakfast;
In Bread and cake harboured
And in plantains and cereals honoured…

Also in my tea that would gullets...

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What crashes into them
is the oceans voice beheaded.

Seabirds skim upon verge and crest,
a green swell of rise and fall.

Open mouths trawl the air
then plunge into...

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They struggle to the waves
on floppy leather wings.

So very many are picked,
then tossed up and back
on a sheer-beaked razor edge
into a gull’s throat.

Did one escape...

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A gale on the edge of sleep,
a night horse,
black fire blown through
wind-hollowed lungs.

A tempest in the ringing shell of self
where sleep slopes down.

The mind has...

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