Mouths Poems - Poems about Mouths

The sharpest weapon of all are the words from our mouths...

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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....

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Convalesced amongst peaks and valleys, Verdant and undulating over Afon Ebwy, I paid my way through the colliery With but a baker's dozen of years behind me. Seduced by the hanging-left red scare, I rejected ancient teachings and scripture For a life of advocacy, plagued with This body, my ever-failing vessel. Conscribed to compulsory service, My anatomy owned by some Great War, Though my...

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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 ...

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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...

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I was a stoner in a coma mercifully sweet up for good humour and friendly greet changed into someone more likely to beat thump kick and stomp fighting the weak I had stoner friends with paranoid brains and jealous mates who were partial to blame letting ideas spawn from sophism claims delivered by a stranger playing a game that stranger my boss telling...

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There are mouths that speak, are the words ... There are mouths that are quiets are hesitant...

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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...

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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. ...

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[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...

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Eyes are for seeing. Ears are for hearing. Noses are for smelling and breathing both in and out. Mouths are for tasting both bitter hard and sweet soft truths, trusts and mistrusts, cooperations and competitions, cultures of health and pathology, climates benign and toxic, and all sensory flavors between balance and imbalance. We reseed universal spirits in remembered knitting materials of forest, oceans of becoming sea son daughters of swimming in...

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the wisest sages cast their pearls from grand castles… blanket and two chairs ~10 Jan 2016~...

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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,...

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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...

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(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,...

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