Best Mouths Poems
Trish makes a go of it,
as folks like to say
Two small mouths to feed
with a third on the way...
Two husbands or three
She isn't quite sure
A mere ounce of prevention
Proved not a cure
The end's never pretty
when a man walks away
What will be, tiny new mouth
God knows, Trish will pray
I 'm scared mommy.
Why do we have to sleep here?
Why can't we go home?
A lot of people live here mommy.
Why do they all look so sad?
Did somebody take their house too?
I'm hungry mommy.
Can't I have just a little more?
I can still hear my tummy rumbling.
I'm cold mommy.
Can I have some more covers?
I got the shivers really bad.
It's okay mommy,
Please...don't Cry.
It's okay...
Out of the mouths of babes
Words of wisdom are spoken
Don’t make a promise you cannot keep
They’ll remind you a promise is broken
Despite having little minds
I have to date not met
A toddler who when given a promise
Will simply just forget
I’ll say “I’ll play with you tomorrow”
The reply “you said that yesterday,
So you must come and play with me,
Tomorrow is now today”
“Grandad, will you play with me”
I reply “sorry I haven’t the time”
“It’s alright Grandad, I have.
It’s almost half past nine”
“Sorry Grandad really can’t.
Grandad is very tired”
That’s when I got my marching orders
When told “Grandad, you’re boring, you’re FIRED”
Eyes are for seeing.
Ears are for hearing.
Noses are for smelling and breathing
both in and out.
Mouths are for tasting
both bitter hard
and sweet soft truths,
trusts and mistrusts,
cooperations and competitions,
cultures of health and pathology,
climates benign and toxic,
and all sensory flavors between
balance and imbalance.
We reseed universal spirits
in remembered knitting materials of forest,
oceans of becoming
sea son daughters of swimming in and out being.
We reweave omnipotent divinity
within recast integrity of biodiversity.
We feed transcendent wealth of Earth's rich souls
and thereby bleed redemption from subliminal humanity.
Only together we heal future's climate of universal Promise
by re-sensing Elder landscapes of symbiotic swimming polypaths.
As one GaiaTribe of dancing spiritual health
we reconceive material wealth
reborn singing nations
corporations
religions
capitalizations
plantations
ministrations
individual imitations,
cultures of health and less pathology
and all enspirited flavors between
trust and mistrust,
truth of and for healing competing dualistic truths
resounding We Are One MindBody
Resonant CoArising Wave
Grandma, the little girl said
Where do we go when we’re dead?
We go with God up in heaven
She told the young girl of seven
And gently patted the top of her head.
Then my goldfish who died I can say
Is with God up in heaven today
Little brother yelled no
I know that ain’t so
Cause I saw mommy flush him away!
“Smooth Mouths”
Lawyer’s moral , much like my limericks,
So full of bull and high flying gimmicks,
When all the money is gone,
Sing a different sad song,
Banks full of money, won’t buy all their tricks.
Literal limericks, gimmicks and tricks,
Philladelphia boys are really slick,
From their silver tongue,
The truth seldom sung,
They know how to pocket, from pockets picked.
For: Lawyer Limericks
In honor of: Carolyn Devonshire
blind mouths would abide my way
towards the fantasy that I require
longing of Abstract thoughts
are my beginning
kisses form where I adore
your eyes bring forth
the song that form the sun
holding me to your form
kiss me once I do declare
kiss me twice now I'm crying
kiss me thrice I am melting
holding me with your strong strong hands
keeps me from falling but not away
so sing to me your kisses just once more
hold me and show me what you would say....
~tangy flavor drips
on watermelon’s skin pink…
brushing kneaded mouths
flesh of summer pulp
pops with zing like frothy cream…
to thrill nibbling bites
breaths in rhapsody
trailing juicy midnight love…
when melon lips meet
~ ~
Carol Brown’s Lips Contest senryu
by nette onclaud
Child hood
Out of the mouths of babes
Comes a wisdom, a knowing.
Sometimes getting lost in a rage
of ever changing, ever growing.
That desire less journey into age,
where they will seldom be showing
that wisdom of innocent childhood
lost in aging of the soul, lost in wood.
Seldom able, - getting passed - stiff as a board.
Knowing, wisdom, freedom is lost to ones memory’s hoard
as they become ingrained, incorporated into daily life.
As those who would have innocence cut off with a knife,
assimilated into parents, teachers, peers, lovers and bosses.
Innocence, wisdom, subconscious knowledge suffers losses.
What was all these things, in living childhood,
become in adulthood, unacceptable qualities - not good
and so, sheep now stand were childhood once stood.
B. J. “A ” 2
June 10th 2004
Walking the streets to watch the needy and the poor
The wealth that covers most of this country is lost
Casting a dollar bill at each tear drop that breaks
the wisest sages
cast their pearls from grand castles…
blanket and two chairs
~10 Jan 2016~
Compassion is lost
Understanding is the key
Love is the answer
Unlocking the pain
Making waves in the ocean
The under tow pulls
A downward thrust calls
Swim hard up to the blue sky
Breathe in and breathe out
Open mouths suck air
To calm the tired spirits
Exhaling their pain outward
Deeply remember
Listen to the suffering
Take it not on board
Compassion is lost
Understanding is the key
Love is the answer
Mom took me to the Mall
to buy cloths for the school
but i was rather silly,
in fact i was a fool.
Instead of holding on
to mommies outstretched hand.
I kept letting it go
and in trouble i did land.
Before the escalator
i gave a stifled yawn
and in a millisecond
my mommy she was gone.
The crowd enveloped me,
then without a doubt.
I found myself alone
and gave a cry and shout.
With all the noise i made
the staff soon knew my plight,
and i was taken up
to an office out of sight.
Where i was asked my name
and then i said my age,
told they would find my mom
with just a simple page.
So i was reassured,
"don"t worry little Mike,
but we have to ask
what"s your mommy like?"
"Big cocks and whisky sours"
our little Mike replied.
The staff all burst out laughing
the Manager, he just sighed.
I say i don't care about you...
i lied.
I say he isn't on my mind...
i lied.
I say i moved on...
i lied.
I say i love you...
i lied.
I say that i'm okay...
i lied.
I say that i'm an adult...
i lied.
I say i'm ready...
i lied.
I say that i'm happy...
i lied.
I say i don't need you...
I lied.
I lied to you and...
you believed
Must you always use your lips?
Wont you ever restrain your mouth?
Now and then you let it flow,
Even though it wants to mellow,
You never let it low.
Therefore putting others and you in a mess
And you say,"nevertheless,
It's my nature".
Then your nature puts you
Into torture,
Before you know it,
Your tenure is ruined by the
Nature of your very lips....