Jaw Poems

Through life's clenched jaw

 
See, faced with no one,
yet in my mind I see him everywhere.

The best thing for me; 
do not name it,
stitch my mouth,
say nothing.

But silence is never nothing.
Silence is the loudest thing he gives me.

What seizes the eye at once
makes the heart beat between lines.
Utmost, inexplicable, perpetual stimulation.

Now the wind blows mournfully,
and I let it.
Naturally,

Through Life's Clenched Jaw

Our proximity came with my age
And I only saw your later chapters, 
though I saw myself in you.

Not unlike myself with ambition,
Homely peers and shouting,
The weight you did accrue.

Your aims changed a while ago,
And I added them to my own,
I saw your smile tighten,
But I let my feelings stew.

Fancy chains of gold, white veiled capture,
And,

Through Life's Clenched Jaw

teeth grind silently
in jaw's prison for sorrows
anger pressed to bone-
forgiveness waits at the gate
suppressed until victory

clenched lips hide the cry
parry what loud eyes don't see
masking every wound-
rage silenced by the anger
etched in muscle, bone, and brow

knuckles white, jaws locked
displays the relentless fight
in hate's epitaph-
yet while clenched, a jaw can't shout
a clenched fist can't grab a

THE GLASS JAW OF MY UNCLE BOB SATTERFIELD

MY UNCLE BOB SATTERFIELD WAS QUITE FAMOUS FOR HIS POWERFUL PUNCH BUT ALSO FOR HAVING A GLASS JAW ACCORDING TO ALEX RAMOS THE DIGNITY FOUNDATION RETIRED BOXING ASSOCIATION I ADORED WATCHING BOB AND EZZARD CHARLES JAKE LAMOTTO EVEN WHEN HE LOST BEING RAISED IN A FAMILY OF A FAMOUS BOXER AMAZING PEOPLE ACTUALLY WANTS TO

Jews Harp Ori Admotum, Digito

Sacred, a soul’s breath exquisite
    The mouth, its vessel, sing
                jews harp,
           Portal to absence

Jaw Harp Shape Poetry

      jaw harp
  listen to my voice
it is your voice that I breath through, though
your secrets are whispered but by my arouse
  speak my thought
      o sing me

A Brief Guide To My Jaw Harp

percussively
I think my way as rhythm 
over cloud peaked tops
mountain points like metered dots
and on them stand and pluck, oh see
my breath transcends eternity

introspect
I aim my gewgaw outwardly 
to a passing world
and yet it seems I’m not as bold
it searches inward with effect
I am my own play’s architect

meditate
a friend who soothes 
who heals at home
I

Jaw Harp Man

see my hand it has a gewgaw in
and to my lips I kiss the day
with her sounds I repeat back
in overtones and harmonics 
of a heart whose breath is wide
horizonal, for scope, there is scope
and much to fill with a beauty
of song and call and secretness 
yet do I not keep the outside out
these harp

The Witch And The Jaw Harp

Geillis play for King James VI
pluck your jewes trump harp
you dance then prance 
and twist your wrist 
in tune and rhythm
through the mist 
of song and on till dusk

the King delights with curious
a watchful eye
a witch be though
and lo still die
come hither, done
December, fifteen ninety one
oh Geillis Duncan hung

Jaw Harp Blues

listen to 
her galaxies
the far away
her slow dances

listen to 
the near and here
her melancholic
atmosphere

in what a world
may androids sing
metallic voice
or sheer the wind

yet I, the wind
oh restless be
and still, my harp
still me

A Jaw Dropping Experience

Went to the ROM last weekend
The Royal Ontario Museum
An absolute and total eye opener for sure
We, with our sophisticated smugness
With our feeling of superiority
Emboldened by today's amazing technological
Need to stop and take a look back
At the achievements of these artisans
From centuries gone by
Of generations with totally amazing skills
Without the aid of of today's modern technology
To

Old Jaw Harp

Aging man your shoes do not shine
upon jagged century’s wooden floor 
scuffed, swollen leathers, buckles
not laces, bereft of brush that buffed
they tap your time, just time for you
where ghosts still walk and gather
to hear, in a back room on folk night
plucking on your jaw harp, your empty
pint stoic, but full to you, as is the

Jaw Harp

beyond the cartoon spring in Scooby Doo
like a stag on a mountain’s rippled rove
a dimensional wormhole letting feelings through
bringing words of secrets, a couple’s love
an instrument whose song comes from within
a pluck, the kiss upon the lips
my meditation, a distant lawn mowing
bring me syllables served in porcelain cups
and the shaman knew its cosmic worth
a healing

A Jaw Dropping Experience

Went to the ROM last weekend
The Royal Ontario Museum
An absolute and total eye opener for sure
We with our sophisticated smugness
With our feeling of superiority
Emboldened by today's amazing technology
Need to stop and take a look back
At the achievements of these artisans
From centuries gone by
Of generations with totally amazing skills
Without the aid of of today's technology
To help

Let Him Drink More Punches

A time you must exploit
To have things for him spoilt;
To stop The Cynical,
His knockout ‘Technical’…

Let him drink more punches
And keep making bunches;
Soon, The guy you would waste
And His Hopeless Case rest…

More jabs to his soft head
To soon help him see Red…
He’d be hating himself
And you laughing yourself

You take the Center Stage
And he shall be All

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