Best Mouthfuls Poems

Sitting on the window sill with the wind in my hair

I gaze up into the stars, pondering the great unknown.

Thinking back of that night, when I heard your first cry 

tears of joy filled my heart as we carried you home. 

Nervous and excited, a...

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They would ripen all at once
under a hot sun and hang
in a sugary glut only for a day 
or two before starting to spoil. 
I had to be quick and when
the time came, 
I hurried home
from school to clamber up
the tree and seize 
the fruit....

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 and she said
Yesterday,I lived for thoughts and dreams
but today I live in my daughter's happiness
All my goals I left behind to watch her reach her own
All my friends I do not see,to stay with her at home
Money might get tight,but what is money
compared to...

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Breathe laden islands rise and fall beneath the lap
of crystalline water, a steam graced surface breached, 
rosettes crest, their gently risings peaks to cap
mouthfuls of desire whose lower gate's lie unbreached.

Submerged beneath chest's hollow lies a navel fine
the round perfection of its form longs, for...

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Rust sleeps without the churchyard
on the blunt perimeter rails,
on the bloom of iron stabbing up
into the pelt of rain.

Rust sleeps upon the fence posts
where the wire is nailed to wood
and the metal burns an ochre tint
beneath the sodium arc.

Rust sleeps atop the hinges
of the pub...

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Your smile was always like the sun
Lighting my heart with pleasure
Reflecting all the faith inspired by your dreams
Breathed across a sea of cobalt inspiration
Filled with intimacy that whispers praise
To the One who gave us all this love

Your embrace, when you opened your arms
Welcoming me into...

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A priest once told me that the lump
on my hand was a ganglion,
a fortress of fat besieged by health.
At last it burst and the hand swelled
like an old man's,
shovel shaped and splayed.

It was her black pan, butcher's meat,
too many eggs; backed up
on a plate like...

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There you are 
Not lost at all
Under all the bushels
Sputtered mouthfuls
Negative thought fire
Beating vehement pour
Readiness tread stand
Bright walk cloud tide
Looking up 
Survive...

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cocoa powder puffs
for velvet truffle cheeks...
chocolate blush

sunny yolk says hi
butter gives an oozing hug--
bitter choc just melts

mmm, good, just so good
chocolate tickles tongue...
happy throaty slide

messy brown fingers
hot weather melts bittersweet--
oh! just lick them off

no more chocolate
finished in one sitting--
run to store now

burning calories
off for chocolate...

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"The Letter"


"L" is for LOVE and the JOY that follows
"L" is for Learning flies high like a Swallow
"L" is for LIFE Lionheart all the rises and hollows
"G" is for DAUGHTER, hearts 2 as 1, flying free on the 'morrow

"L" is for Loquaciousness bees buzzing mouthfuls...

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I once had a friend
who swallowed the sea,
with a thirst so great
it was awesome to see.

Gulping down water,
in large mouthfuls he drank.
Then into the sea,
I was pushed and I sank!

Sitting on a sea turtle,
I yelled up, "Please stop!
I'm sorry I poured
pepper sauce in your pop."...

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mouthfuls

thoughts never survive

to feed the poor ...

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Two Dogs at the Gateway
By Sy Roth


They slurped their saliva, 
huge globs,
big, barking mouthfuls 
dripping from their jowls like milky icicles 

Teeth-bared lips,
They guarded the gateway.
Pleased by their vacated spittle,
their noses now sniffed the air, and
like a marching band of electric ants 
they ogled the...

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The death penalty.
What a laugh
And their pulling on strings
To keep this going
As their money bags swing
Lifelessly
From left to right.
How dare they take an old mans
Walking stick.
How dare they beat their wives,
Breaking the rule of thumb.
What catastrophe could place 
This sodden child in their 
Arms tonight.
She...

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Crisp cool chardonnay drenches their lips,
it's flavour running rivulets over their tongues
eyes widen over the candlelit table,
and he thinks about giving her sons

Rich sticky risotto slowly prised from bowls
mouthfuls devoured in anticipation
he wipes his mouth with emphasised lust
and she thinks about sensual elation

Chargrilled sardines stare...

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