Gargling Poems | Examples

salt

salt
french fries
ham and beans
potato chips
salted caramel
needed for cucumber
she can wake up your taste buds
put in water for gargling
imagine a world without her

Alarm, if not smoke is there, anymore!

The ceiling fan orbiting, on and on
reminded after many spectacular nights,though,not this. 
Pulchritude perhaps begins before Paul care.

The window pen hardly opened these days.
reminded me, that I, will need to see before eyes gaze anymore.
Ponderance, perhaps nurture before a short story

The art piece, the paperweight or the color pencils too
skins often are preferable with peach color.
or a healing hand with a giggle almost gargling there.

"Whom, did you see in me? Your substantial one?"

Paisley Swallows

That one lost their tongue
somewhere along the way
long ago, the sound,
doesn’t come out the same
anymore, so they roll it up 
like a carpet containing 
a nakedly dead body
of blunt words 
like unplucked violins
untuned to how it all 
really works 
begging to be heard,
and the flowery prose, 
purple and bruised 
like over-ripe fruit
teeth rottingly sugary sweet, 
is now seen 
day-in-and-night-out,
struggling with ease 
way too much 
like madness overgrown, 
the dense overgrowth 
of language unspoke
hides glittering gems 
blushing shamefully
more exquisite than 
the now daily averies
all penned in babel
that flow in glass jarring
anticipated patterns 
of suffocating 
paisley prose,
the simple beauty
in the plainly spoke,
never again 
to be seen nor heard,
the mercurial metaphors
birdfeed scattered
to the begging migrations
of petulant bluebirds
naughty nightingales 
honey trapping 
wet-beaked hummingbirds 
all beating hearts
with their wild wind flapping,
tossing sticks and stones 
to those tongue thirsty 
kiss lapping, lap dancing 
love parched, gargling
swallows





Candide Diderot. ‘24

Mystic Misty Woman Standing On the Shore-

I miss the waters she stood gargling the aqua
As the warm soft green waters formed the mist 
That engulfed her luscious body like a covering wholly
So totally engulfing her 
She's an empty shell 
But she knows also well 
The notion explicitly consistently 
She's spirals she stands
 on a heightened ground 
Her ears stick out beyond her hair 
She hears every sound
Mystic misty. Woman



Standing on the shore~ 


6/20/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

Hair

Please keep me from falling
I’m a hair on your head.
Don’t leave me some morning
All alone on our bed.

Don't let me be parted
Or removed from my roots.
Please keep me from falling
To be trampled by boots.

Don’t take me out swimming
But left floating behind.
Gargling in a pool drain
I would find most unkind.

If I should live to be
Your last hair when you're dead
I’ll drop in the coffin
To curl up by your head.

I Deserved a Better Life

I wanted to sing, play and dance,
Live every moment under the sun,
Why was I subjected to so much of misery?
I was shattered,
I deserved all that I claimed for honestly...(1)

Just as a fresh flower bud is nipped when it was about to flower,
A gentle gargling stream I was,
I began to roar into a mighty river....... (2)

Every living moment was seized from me,
All events around me crippled me and destroyed all my power..................... (3)

Just as a gigantic ocean were to be robbed from all its power,
A hapless, helpless being I was reduced to be.................................................... (4)


If the Supreme Lord approached me,
And gently asked me my only wish,
My only wish would be to travel back in time,
Live every moment gloriously,
With no bondages and pre-conditions on me...................................... ..........    (5)

Morning Sounds

Morning Sounds
by M. Griswold
06212000

I awake in the morning to all kinds of sounds.
First of which is me, snoring profound.
Next usually comes a burp and a fart ,
but generally speaking, I can't tell them apart.

Then comes the alarm clock ringing at me,
causing screams of confusion momentarily.
Banging frantically in the half darkened dawn,
I cuss to put an end to its clanging loud gong.

My other half rolls over and groans,
then lets out a big fart all of her own.
Sniffing in self violation she painfully moans.
God help the poor fella that shares her home.

A symphony of flushing can soon be heard
as we each take our turns at depositing turds.
Followed closely by snorting and hacking
as we clear our nasals of the snots unpacking.

A chorus of gargling, bad breath to be cured.
A shrill sheik or two of reflections mirrored.
Brushing of teeth brings that wash board effect.
Then the spattering of paste in the sink to eject.

After all that audio abuse, we finally arrive at this,
the best morning sound of all, a first morning kiss.
It makes it all worth the torture and horror to ears.
Of all those god awful sounds made over the years.

Beyond Belief In Leith

There once was a fellow from Leith

Whose habits were beyond belief,

He'd bathe in custard

Whilst gargling mustard,

Then play the spoons on his teeth.









Entry for
A Limerick, Old or New: 
Your personal favorite Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
12/8/2019. Placed 3rd.

- Haiku X 158 - Splendid Sunset -

soft waves and sunshine

                                    an altar in twilight veil

                                             - gargling salt water






26.07.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
5-7-5

Clean Heart- -

I heard a cleanly, fouled dredging
When I thought of the clean heart
When I thought of the clean heart
The fresh friend finishing
The groomed gut gargling
As of someone gently refinishing, refinishing
Deep into that darkness open
My mind always strays to furnishings
The groomed green-ware giving
The textiles came outliving
Covering me partially
Oh!  God my house and heart filthy, dirty Lord God give me a clean heart


4/19/19

Revive

1.  Always aspiring to authentic answers
2.  Belief begins, only to end
3.  Calls the crow, 'never, to'
4.  Drifting like October leaves
5.  Falling upwards, death is alive
6.  Gargling, bleating, cawing birth
7.  Haul the young into the hall
8.  Jaded cribs reluctantly nurse
9.  Lemon-sour hope gently sweetened
10. May's pastel caress heals yesterday's recall
11. Once, seasons ... now regrown faith
12. Promises to breach, ideas to rebuild
13. Returning the world not unreal, the
14. White Witch of Amherst guiding through
15. Young hearts revive again.

for A Litany of Poetry Devices contest

1. alliteration 2. internal rhyme 3. allusion 4. simile 5. oxymoron 6. onomatopoeia 7. homphone 8. personification 9. metaphor 10. assonance 11. ellipsis 12. antithesis 13. litote 14. metonymy 15. synecdoche 

also written in ABC form.

Quick

Reading diaries of different discussion blots is considered to be akin to perusing the top shelf of a historical library section. Each label once worn drops like stones sinking into the carpet and creases of streamed floorboards. Floorboards do float don't they? Have you not seen the many that pass the doors? They are quicker than the doors anyway so best spray the armpits and go jogging then. Thought the woodworm athletic tribe. Gathering gabled garbled gargling gatherings greet giant Gregorian gargoyles getting generally gifted garters gutting grouped gismo geckos. How triumphant then? And hopefully a dance will last longer than a sharp snapped second. Seconds are neither seams, seamstresses, nor stressed sultanas in safaris and saris, nor are they acrimonious android alphabetical alpacas racing to a degree of a nine foot tail spin. Ring ran road. And a big lorry leering. Lecherously. Leeches lingering. And limbs lumber. How rather audaciously brilliant then. Isn't it? Kent jam race on the large spoon. Z meteorologic Z at fifty cones carving creative cosmoses' to sixteen apples in leotards cheering on the waves. 1 2 3 4 ~ and clam. Z

A Deep Fried Chicken Burp

A fried chicken burp can be akin to gargling a pear juice by a slip stream. But do not slip. Or wave with both hands whilst drinking. Dangerous deadly dares derive during demonic demonstrations. And the interjecting spittle from a giant llama. Towering over trees. With the neck stuck in clouds. Very great to watch formation of sky from that angled position. And quite likely to witness unidentified flying crafts. Well so says sloth in the high branches. Great. Fantastical frameworks framing frilly frogs. In ball rooms. Globally. Grin then. Pleasurable synchronization of parade of a wealthier under suit. And wobbling along came the strawberry moose dressed in a tall glass with a creamed cherry hat. Chats away to the dipping spoon. With a triangular shaped mouth. Hahaha derived dog detail. Hahaha wavelength wobbling wonder. Hahaha geranium garden growing growling gates. Hate not a hidden haven. Xxxx hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliaophobi a and that's the latest from the p y q at 89.900000.

Gargling

when ever i take cough medicine

i gargle as it goes down

it doesn't make it work any better

i just like the funny sound

Ba Na Na

Minions,
           determine little creatures
In the wide screen
That stir lots of trouble with their funny little slurs
Don’t know if they are his or hers
They look like yellow Hot Tamales jelly beans
Wearing little blue bebe overalls 
           that are always clean
Tiny little hands and feet           
           black gloves and shoes
They are always full of motion
Gargling sounds       
           feeling free
Between their little face goggles they wear
Their only difference is        one or two big eyes
Excursion to who knows where
Their slapstick-infused shenanigans little Minions
In the spotlight dancing
          Believe me!
That keep the little ones entranced and in their seats
         They wiggle and they giggle
                  when the Minion wants 
                                   Ba….na….na!!!
I wonder what they dream
If they drive each other bananas
Determine little creatures
          in the wide screen

                                 Ba….na….na!!!

2/25/2016

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