Nostril
If you put
bright red lipstick
around a nostril,
hummingbirds
will poke their beaks
up your nose.
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Categories:
nostril, bird, flower, fun, garden,
Form: Free verse
Which Nostril Do You Breathe Out Of
we sit as a family in a restaurant
my son turns to me and says,
"we are chess pieces now
you're the king, mum is the queen."
he tells me my two-year-old daughter
in the high chair is the bishop
and she has to walk home diagonally
which means it'll take some time for me
to reach the restaurant door
but mum will
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Categories:
nostril, humor, humorous,
Form: Free verse
Corpse and Hesitating Shovels
To the venue we unfortunately got close
And the stench pounced on my nose,
Forcing in a harming dose
And inconveniencing six other nostrils
That lived for only salubrious thrills:
The fattest challenge Rude stench throws
To our finicky population plus those
Who readily glimpse the woes
In the dreadfully non- fragrant
And about them could rant...
But soon questions I began to pose
About
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Categories:
nostril, betrayal, death, horror, humanity,
Form: Rhyme
A Mongoose Lives In My Upper Nostril
A mongoose lives in my upper nostril, with her man.
They make as much noise up there as they possibly can.
Honking and laughing themselves into a frenzy daily.
Making so much noise, Linda Sue and her man named Bailey.
They would be my most annoying parasites except,
There is a mini-kangaroo hopping around in my bicep.
She is always
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Categories:
nostril, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Light Verse
Nostril Damn Mess
The putrid, malodorous and fowl nauseating smell
can still be conjured nearly fifty years later wracked
I never forget ineradicable tangy, sulfurous
acrid odor rankled olfaction tract
entire sinus cavity, yet amazingly enough isolate
this offal nose not so gay circumstance, when aye kept sacked
a raw egg -
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Categories:
nostril, angst, anxiety, conflict, creation,
Form: Light Verse
From the Nostril Vortex
From the Nostril Vortex
I breathe in your perfumed
Plasma leaves from the nostril vortex.
I thrive in the pleasant scenes and velvet touchings.
I wince like a skybird earthbound.
Dare to escape from me.
Dare to hide in the dark.
Shhhh! Don’t make a sound.
I am dancing without shoes in the moonlight.
I am waltzing with precise pre-planned movements
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Categories:
nostril, metaphor,
Form: Blank verse