Chews Poems - Poems about Chews

...In a dandelion clump sits a dirty dog his muddy paws could rival that of a hog what he chews will remain forever a mystery for he swallowed it before I got a chance to see......

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...There is a need for quietness today, I listen to my neighbor's toilet flush, it takes a long time for the sound to drain away and refill, I hold seconds inside my mind between that rise and fall......

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...Streetlight dander. Jawbone asphalt. Blink razors carve her iris script. Rib stars ovulate in feral grates, mechanical tongue juts a bloodline breath. Keystroke ruin writes in collapse, a wavefo......

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...In the deep spiked pine forests On a walk you forgot you took Snow up your knees Twenty feet away An enormous old house Not abandoned, smoke from the chimney Large windows, dark woo......

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...Scrounging for boogers wrought my damn nostrils nearly to bust Warning: The following material no worse than getting cooties. I remember them way back in grade school, whereat everyone ran away f......

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...It’s one in the morning. I zoomed into Lisa’s room and threw myself on the bed where she lay reading in a near virtuoso, Fosbury flop. She bounced, jostled by my mechanical bed wave. “I hate goo......

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...Night awakens in the chaos of infernos imploding beneath the darkened sky, It stretches, casting its tangled locks over the deep silences, Shedding the seraphic blankets of the winter moon, golden ......

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...I sometimes hear people complain of all the things we eat, getting really hung up about the consumption of meat, Most are caught up in their feelings, thus not worth talking too, a few will try......

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... My Garden Colonised In spring, I worked so very hard To make a garden of my yard I planted seedlings, but alas A hoard of pests arrived en masse From all the pests a plant can h......

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...The moon, a charcoal smudge, hangs low and dim, while stars, like pinpricks, pierce the black night. Clicking crickets creates a raucous hymn, and katydids whir on new wings to take flight. A y......

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...This World That Takes I gave too much. A chalice filled to the brim, pouring over, love spilling, although unasked for, but the world took it anyway. It takes. All it does is take. It abs......

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... The ruffle of fleece at her neck makes her feel manufactured, not born— brushstrokes of windswept wool, all soft edges and curves the color of old milk. Her lips were no artist's accident, ......

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...Gifted. A round clay grey chalice just outside the kitchen door filled to the brim with dark brown nurture, frothy feather greens trimmed. She eats the fresh smells with all her secret s......

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...Do you know what to do Can you stay true When your life’s falling apart And yet I try to open my heart Wishes are fading I always seem to be waiting And even after ranting Do I know what to ......

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...The stiff neck from counterfeit blues… I read about that in the news. A guy from Sao Paulo said he too can’t swallow, but feels pretty good when he chews. ---------- Response to John Read's......

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