the haunting of my own words-my children
words are seeds planted in our heads and written into poetry
"Have me with tea and honey.
My upside is always sunny."
That would be the boast
of a breakfast I think funny.
"Though I'm a little runny,
I'm the best bet for your money",
said the egg on toast.
The sharpest weapon of all are the words from our mouths
What version do you believe?
The story morphs with each phone ring;
Rumors are my biggest pet peeve;
Have you decided who the villain is yet?
Be skeptical of the intel you receive
it could have no basis in truth;
Misinformation is hard to conceive
desperate to trust what you’re hearing;
Sloppy mouths with dirt up their sleeve.
Trish makes a go of it,
as folks like to say
Two small mouths to feed
with a third on the way...
Two husbands or three
She isn't quite sure
A mere ounce of prevention
Proved not a cure
The end's never pretty
when a man walks away
What will be, tiny new mouth
God knows, Trish will pray
Parachutes, Gates, and Mouth’s
Written: by Miracle Man
2006/2021
A parachute makes man light as a feather,
Just a sudden jerk and then you float.
It works the same regardless of weather,
but failing to open there’s no antidote.
“A mind is like a parachute. It doesn't work if it is not open.”
Frank Zappa
In truth, both are not found to be oblate,
and about gates and mouth’s I’m predisposed.
Both require a set of hinges to operate,
and are often open when they should be closed.
“Mouth’s are like gates,
usually open when they should be closed.”
Tom
There are mouths that speak,
are the words ...
There are mouths that are quiets
are hesitant ...
Bitter mouths,
are hapless,
sweet mouths,
are honey ...
There are kissable mouths,
they are desirable,
biting mouths,
are detestable ...
Friendly mouths,
beloved girlfriends,
enemy mouths,
homeless people ...
marvelous mouths,
they are muses,
crooked mouths
They are
witches !
Took my five-year-old daughter to the office
On “Take Your Child To Work Day” being cautious
“But daddy, you said
There'd be clowns here”
Poor daddy turned red and became short of oxygen
Gates & Mouth’s
(Alike they are in two respects)
Written: by Tom Wright
6/3/06
In truth, both are not found to be oblate
And about gates and mouth’s I’m predisposed.
But both require hinges to operate
And often are open when they should be closed.
[Mine] mouths are deep rivers as cold
As the dead that love the living
As alder blight can strike
The love of youth
The unholy woolly wilting
Unlike aching souls for
Golden beasts
When feared
We pray
When comforted
We play
When crushed
We die
In bits & pieces
Like twigs and leaf
That twists and floats
Down a raging river
We go.
:: 07-28-2017 ::
the wisest sages
cast their pearls from grand castles…
blanket and two chairs
~10 Jan 2016~
Child hood
Out of the mouths of babes
Comes a wisdom, a knowing.
Sometimes getting lost in a rage
of ever changing, ever growing.
That desire less journey into age,
where they will seldom be showing
that wisdom of innocent childhood
lost in aging of the soul, lost in wood.
Seldom able, - getting passed - stiff as a board.
Knowing, wisdom, freedom is lost to ones memory’s hoard
as they become ingrained, incorporated into daily life.
As those who would have innocence cut off with a knife,
assimilated into parents, teachers, peers, lovers and bosses.
Innocence, wisdom, subconscious knowledge suffers losses.
What was all these things, in living childhood,
become in adulthood, unacceptable qualities - not good
and so, sheep now stand were childhood once stood.
B. J. “A ” 2
June 10th 2004
blind mouths would abide my way
towards the fantasy that I require
longing of Abstract thoughts
are my beginning
kisses form where I adore
your eyes bring forth
the song that form the sun
holding me to your form
kiss me once I do declare
kiss me twice now I'm crying
kiss me thrice I am melting
holding me with your strong strong hands
keeps me from falling but not away
so sing to me your kisses just once more
hold me and show me what you would say....
(In Memory Of the late Christopher Wallace aka Biggie Smalls)
About My leaving here, it was all a
dream
A living nightmare, or, so it would
seem
With Me coming to falter on the
balancing beam
After coaxing on Stardom, gently
down the stream
Just cause Somebody felt a need to
blow off steamd
But, like I said, it was just All a dream
That is, until I heard My dear Mother
scream
(RIP Biggie Smalls)
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