Jaw Poems - Poems about Jaw

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

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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 ...

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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...

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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...

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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 ...

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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 ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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Puzzled eyes they keep feeding, A crowd bigger than a political rally breeding A dozen times a friend's had assaulted a kid By him lifted up for a welcoming kiss And now his jaw he has of them rid, Punctually bestriding salons to never this miss@ Space-grabbing beards aren't a pleasure, A vegetative chin, far from a treasure. Man should 'farewell' bid to...

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I decided to draw, A portrait of her jaw, I can’t see it, I said, And she turned her head, Suddenly I saw....

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Jaw Biting And chewing Our skull hinges Some people clench them Masticating Mandible Yawning Jaw...

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i recently read that years ago many match workers went on strike no pun intended for they had been exposed without knowing phosphorus would be dipped with the sticks they held in but not holding their breath exposed so in my trench coat i'm trying to show myself so as i open and close my clothes rapidly acting as a bellows to blow heat upon flames as my body reclaims the burning desire to burst into flames spontaneously combusting with cigarette in mouth though i don't smoke do you...

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