Long Mouthfuls Poems

Translation of « On est les oubliés » (They/We are the neglected and forgotten lot)
by the songster-poet Gauvin SERS
(For the last two years, this young unassuming Frenchman, full of verve and disarming airs has been...

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Spouse cannot forget mine suppressed flatulence upon our first date

While yours truly sat here 
at the desk housing MacBook Pro,
pondering his next idée fixe apropos
for gamut of anonymous readers,
he unexpectedly, noisily and effectually
exploded out rear...

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An anticlimactic sexual event...

with Barb Black née Beebee
to help set the ghost
of little Willy Brandt free
(a non German, but germane fellow  
courtesy Craigslist classified
personals of mine invitee
she replied, I took liberty
to Google her first...

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Acid reflux ~ very early morning March 3rd, 2024

Ah... nothing more enjoyable
than acidic gastric fluid (bile)
flowing backward into esophagus,
resulting in heartburn, meanwhile
disrupting pleasant dreams,
which phenomena also known as 
gastroesophageal reflux (GER)
found me discombobulated 
and swiftly...

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Acid reflux ~ early morning August 9th, 2022

Ah... nothing more enjoyable
than acidic gastric fluid (bile)
flowing backward into esophagus,
resulting in heartburn, meanwhile
disrupting pleasant dreams,
which phenomena also known as 
gastroesophageal reflux (GER)
found me discombobulated 
and swiftly tailored...

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cocoa powder puffs
for velvet truffle cheeks...
chocolate blush

sunny yolk says hi
butter gives an oozing hug--
bitter choc just melts

mmm, good, just so good
chocolate tickles tongue...
happy throaty slide

messy brown fingers
hot weather melts bittersweet--
oh! just lick them off

no more...

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Your smile was always like the sun
Lighting my heart with pleasure
Reflecting all the faith inspired by your dreams
Breathed across a sea of cobalt inspiration
Filled with intimacy that whispers praise
To the One who gave us all...

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They’re cute, little opossums; riding on Mama’s back; 
her tail rail, secures precious brood.  
They’ll grow to be lethal rats; 
they’ll try to eat your dog or cat and they will probably win their...

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You were an alcoholic, my mother says, 
Fixing me with her timid tear-watered gaze – 
You lived in paradise, on the wings of angels, 
And you were an alcoholic…
So we had to take you away...

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Upon the first date (decades ago) with the gal,
whose troth aye did pledge allegiance to wed
we agreed to dine at an ex-mex eatery
in north Wales, Pennsylvania, where angels feared to tread
carefully scrutinizing bon appétit the...

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A priest once told me that the lump
on my hand was a ganglion,
a fortress of fat besieged by health.
At last it burst and the hand swelled
like an old man's,
shovel shaped and splayed.

It was her black...

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The Honey Bee

Not fun to be stung by the Honey Bee
It happened to me picking from a cherry tree.

Only worker bees sting, and only under threat
They die once they sting but the hurt you can't...

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Is a strategy a slam of a door? Or another noise?

Will you just please look over there...
No no not there.....
There......
Right in front of you....
Now come on please calm down
For I am not speaking to you...

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We have lived a false life, you and I, 
Chasing halcyon dreams through chaos and despair; 
We have ventured beyond the brink, 
And only just returned – with weakened knees 
And tremulous smiles, our hearts...

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I.
In the full light of a warriors plight,
Sometimes it becomes a case of  being slighted and being Aright,
Its a case of solemn thinkings to soothe this anguish and its deeprooted pain,
Do see things from...

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Timmy Jimmy O'Blimey was a boy who loved Christmas and joyful happy faces   
So when he saw an old man living on the street with nothing to eat, he felt  sad 
Though...

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After a long drought, it started to rain.
Breaking the spell on the parched plain
Rainfall fell steadily at the begin.
Quenching the land and everything within.

Many hours later of continuous rain
Torrents of water swallowed the arid terrain.
Debris...

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I was born all innocent
I was taught about truth and lies at church
    and nuns at school-
they would say, confess your lies (so I made some up)
    I would...

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MUSICAL   TEA   WITH   A   VIEW

My first and principal comfort  is tea  
Which may be prepared in a weakened form 
And must  be hot or...

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 and she said
Yesterday,I lived for thoughts and dreams
but today I live in my daughter's happiness
All my goals I left behind to watch her reach her own
All my friends I do not see,to stay with...

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in the corridors of this well 
I saw a little grey bird had just fell 
and yet I tried to catch it, it went through my hand 
and then I felt myself sweat across my...

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Two Dogs at the Gateway
By Sy Roth


They slurped their saliva, 
huge globs,
big, barking mouthfuls 
dripping from their jowls like milky icicles 

Teeth-bared lips,
They guarded the gateway.
Pleased by their vacated spittle,
their noses now sniffed the air,...

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I will see you Thursday, she says, all settled, without my answer.
Not needing it. She sells insurance. She is pushily confident.
I cringe, want to bail, but do not want her to stay another hour or...

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They would ripen all at once
under a hot sun and hang
in a sugary glut only for a day 
or two before starting to spoil. 
I had to be quick and when
the time came, 
I hurried...

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There is no labor described as low and unworthy doing
nothing man does to earn genuine living makes one a dog
those who sit on rolling chairs and talk through wise gourds
 are brain- bees who ...

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