Mouthfuls Poems - Poems about Mouthfuls

...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 ple......Read the rest...

... 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 home from school......Read the rest...

...A mild spell in winter. Groundhogs have escaped from their slow dreams. The hedgerow confirms, their wide-hipped shuffling as they grub for vittles. Evening brings one whistle pig to February l......Read the rest...

...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 m......Read the rest...

... Queen awoke from her moonlight dreams Urdarwell her source of wisdom in tiny mouthfuls Every noble drop has a meaning for her fu......Read the rest...

...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 read......Read the rest...

...The chirr of parched insect wings – bible dust preaching from long abandoned boots. Baked into the sky homesteads linger on the burnt stumps of exhausted summers. Dander creaks on dry porch......Read the rest...

...The morning has no narrative to be deciphered. The grey sky is simply grey and the sounds reaching the ear carry no meaning, just the noise of machines and motor cars. Even nature gives no el......Read the rest...

...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 pleasan......Read the rest...

...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 r......Read the rest...

...Another pair of cowboy boots beneath my bed banishing dreams of a permanent man right out of my head They call me a buckle-bunny but that sets too low the bar for at the end of the night I ......Read the rest...

...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 small of frame his carousel min......Read the rest...

...The zealously guarded Verdant pasture of The city club Attract like filings To a magnet A herd of undernourished Hungry city buffaloes Just as their slavering lips Pull at the first mouthfuls......Read the rest...

...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 gatewa......Read the rest...

...Always the last to release his spoon, Still thinking it rather soon Or hand in the kitchen’s key, Now letting the poor thing feel free! The Unlikeliest to pity his jaw muscles, In all restaura......Read the rest...