Long Mouth Poems
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All I do is think about you
Baby come back
Can’t get by without you
Don’t leave me this way
Every day hurts
Forgive me
Give me just one more night
Heartbreaker
I can’t stop loving you
Just don’t wanna be lonely
Keeping the dream alive
Lost without your love
My world is empty without you
Nothing compares to you
One more chance
Please forgive me
Quit playin games with my heart
Reconsider baby
Still the one
The best was yet to come
Unbreak my heart
Victim of love
Without you
X-girlfriend
You are the one to make me cry
Zip mouth baby
Jan Allison
27th April 2014
First attempt at an ABC so I cheated using song titles - 'z' was tough
but the lyrics of the song fit the theme
Eagerness
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The harness digs into tender, wounded flesh.
Growth has exceeded our bonds and makes them uncomfortable…painful.
Only then do we notice, realize, the bit in our mouth.
Friction inducing sores around raw, skinless lips.
Only then do we see the driving reins that have been leading us to take the right paths.
Just as a mother bird will push their offspring from the nest into flight, our Authority desires for us to stretch and grow enough to break free of our bonds!
Seek liberty from the law with zeal and eagerness!
When our desires have matured past the selfish stage and reached majority, to match the will of God, then freedom does not lead one along the wrong path.
Liberty leads to *love, joy, peace, long-suffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, and temperance; against such there is no law!
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Remove bit, bridle
Eagerly the horse runs free
Down the right path home
*(Galatians 5:22-23)
WHAT HE SAW AS HE READ THE MUSIC
WASN'T WHAT HIS EARS HEARD
THEY HAD PRACTICED AND PRACTICED
THEY PRACTICED EACH AND EVERY WORD
A CALL FOR ACTION CAME
WHEN THE CHORUS CHANGED TO VERSE
WHAT COMES FIRST
I ASKED THE CHORUS OR THE VERSE
HIS EARS HEAR
THINGS DIFFERENTLY THEN WHAT
HE READS FROM THE MUSIC SHEETS
THE SONG CALLS FOR
WHOOMP
THE WHOOMP MUST REPEAT
IT'S DIFFERENT
THAN WHAT WE REHEARSED
SUDDENLY EVERYTHING'S CHANGED
IT'S AUD, MEANING
THIS AUDIENCE MIGHT EVER KNOW IT'S STRANGE....
WHEN THE AUDIENCE MEMBER
SAID
"SHE MUST HAVE AN INNER EAR"
THE BASSOON PLAYER JUMPED TO HIS FEET
AND HAD WORDS WITH THE AUDIENCE MEMBER,
HOW QUICKLY SAT DOWN, AND SHUT HIS MOUTH!
Since I can't say the words that I want to use
We r going to have a little fun and light the fuse
I don't give 2 flocks
Wrap that shizit up in a box
Ready to swing on a mother father
Make sure ur girlfriend is flocked proper
I heard she's a real gobbler
Meaning she's a swallower
She is kinda twisted and slightly demented
Don't worry, she consented
If u don't know who I'm talking about, she hasn't told u
Acting like it's laundry day when I fluff and fold u
Watch ur face! That last step is a doozie
The last shot was a little boozy!
My proper pussycat pounding turned ur girl into a floozy
Oops! I added more liquor to the drink
I got way more game than u think
No words r necessary to get her in my bed
Her mouth was moving but it wasn't cuz words were said
Dirty talk is the preferred language spoken
Making sure to leave that pussycat broken
Begging me to make her bed my own
Told you, I'm the King and nobody can take my thrown
U will need every drop of drip that is in ur mother flocking profile
I might be gone for awhile
I shall return like a Knight on a quest
I cannot give you my best
She did a number on me
Realness is what u see
It has been an honored to occupy ur mind
Until next time...
Iran is being slaughtered whole
Where’s your compassion, Paly fans?
How come no voices, not a soul
Spoke up? You must have other plans
No Jews involved, and silence reigns
Name me the cat that got your tongue
The Hollywood of scatterbrains
Is hushed, both elder and the young
Killed in the streets, throats cut, envenomed
Shot point blank in clinics' beds
Vile ayatollahs, full of venom
Prepared to rip own folks to shreds
Do you all march when monies flowing
Qatar pays down your protests?
The murders in Iran ongoing
Few spoken words in worldwide press
Appalled, disturbed, upset and saddened
I cannot keep my mouth shut
And by indifference I’m maddened
Time to remove the Tehran nut
February 3, 2026
On a nice warm winter afternoon,
we took our granddaughter to visit the zoo.
She was all strapped in the stroller,
wondered why she is not riding single or double humped camel,
Instead of throwing her hands in the excitement in the stroller,
She would giggle with joy riding on the back of the camel.
The lazy hazy winter sun,
made the tigers and lions yawn in the sun,
She almost fell asleep in contagious yawn,
Till she decided watching colorful parrots would be fun.
The monkeys were playing around in trees,
The chimp was grinning with banana in his hands,
With the pacifier in the mouth, she wondered with open eyes,
'How human cousins looked at us from other side'.
She wondered why beautiful giraffes looked other way,
Why the elephants stood still and minded their way,
Why the striped zebras hid themselves from everyone's sight?
Why the sleepy alligator looked so oblivious in his muddy plight.
She appreciated people who would come and say,
How cute, a pretty girl in stroller in a jungle safari frock,
In the stroller, she felt like the animals locked in the cage,
She would love to grow up and see her and all her friends out of the cage.
The time went fast,
the winter zoo hours were short,
She was happy to say good bye to chicken, goat and pig in the petting pen,
She was ready to grasp her bottle and go to sleep.
Sturgeon Moon
So soon
Summer slips through our fingers
Our own version of Michigan underwater beasts
Ogling the luminous bellies of boats swimming down Clam River
Dockside a roar with Ahab revelers
I have seen millions of moons
Leaping on the midnight ripples of Torch Lake
I have seen hills and pointes that darkly roll and rise
Inviting levitation
A cheer from our bow
Fireball shot
Looks like home but isn’t
We float down the shore with flashlights
I have seen a picture taken at the lakeside campfire
My wife and I
Standing in the gaps of our four sitting children
Six orange hooded faces
Without bodies
Eyes round as owls
Looking out from the tree of life
I cup my mouth with astonishment.
We are what we eat—
yet the bread on our tables
has turned to ash in the mouth.
Once, the poor were the healthiest of us all,
nourished by fields that knew no poison,
fed by rivers that flowed without a price.
The earth gave freely,
and our bodies sang with light.
But then came the merchants—
Western capitalism draped in silver lies,
turning soil to factory,
turning harvest to chemical,
turning hunger into profit.
Food is no longer grown to heal us—
it is engineered to bind us,
to keep us shivering in low vibrations,
trapped in the invisible chains of fear.
The Catholic priest once whispered to me,
“If the land where you live
cannot feed you,
then it is not worth the breath of staying.”
Yet here we stand—
on land that no longer feeds us,
our gardens stolen,
our seeds patented,
our hands empty.
They tell us to buy what we once grew,
water now comes in plastic,
and freedom comes with a barcode.
Even the saints of greed wear the mask of heroes—
Bill Gates calls himself the savior of the poor,
while feeding the world
with the slow poison of his science.
Hear me—
your days are numbered.
Humanity stirs in its sleep,
and we will reclaim
the right to plant, to drink, to eat, to live.
Food is thought,
food is spirit,
food is the first medicine—
and you have turned it
into a weapon
to rot the mind,
to weaken the heart,
to enslave the soul.
Healthy food now sits on high shelves,
priced like gold,
while the masses break bread with the devil,
unknowingly.
Tell me—
is this the hand of man,
or the breath of the devil himself?
Fight the world
Why do we keep struggling?
Why do we keep hustling?
Why go through the hell of living?
I keep asking myself all this....
Although I was not born when they claim things was easy but even as easy as it was then, life was still hell for the less privileged.
Fighting the world for my survival is something have gotten used to.
Making the world pay for my mistakes is something I long wait for.
Yet I keep paying for the mistake the world brought to me.
It's not my fault am born without a silver spoon in the mouth.
But I will be blame if I can't get the silver spoon by force.
Still I work hard and earn little.
Waiting for the silver spoon to come....
How long will I wait?
There is no hope of getting it with patience.
That's why I need fight the world....
I stand alone and alone I can fight the world.
WRITTEN BY A GHETTO
YOUTH CHIKA
Silhouette of memories, flowing like silk, as waves collides, body to body never sea sick, we medicate each other by staring in each other's eyes, with soft spoken vibes, that penetrates the inner core, to stabilize our chemical balance, achieving the ultimate climax fulfilling the void, without richness,but with simplicity of indigent affection.
Bumping each other's heartbeat,sycronized, like a old school mix tape, bouncing with echos and body rockin like a cali earthquake, If only I had a chance to change the hands of time, to feel, touch, and caress your hourglass of life, with celebration of whip cream, dripping wet, lost in the moment, drowning in your passion, no doubt, mouth to mouth my vitals begin to fluncuat, cause only you, give me life.