Short Down In Mouth Poems

~Saliva drips down my mouth
Must have been a restful sleep
Crust in corner of my eyes
Frightened  in my sleep


2/11/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022...

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He felt unworthy
Unworthy of love
Unworthy of friends
Unworthy of community
A walking apology
Head down, sad mouth, shaded eyes
Never validated
Never loved
Secluded from others
Including a father he claimed to despise
He never actually met him though....

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Touch Owned By Midas

There are things that really delight us,
Like Trump having a case of laryngitis;
Heading South;
Down in mouth;
Thinks he has touch owned by Midas.

Jim Horn

Wife is watching article about St. John's.
There is not one single leaf left....

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Last night in bed,
I slept with an empty head,
Bounded by deep darkness,
Chained to the freedom of my lurkness,
Waiting on a beauty my route to ply,
Perhaps a fall from her azure sky
will waft this beauty to her beast,
We will merry to our feast,
For I will catch her with eyes shut, 
Praying she falls to stay down with mouth shut... 
But last night tammed her lost knight....

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When your first urge is to say something mean
Take a page from the courtesy queen
She has lots of friends, actually they never end.

Clamp down your mouth; do not whisper or shout.
Make no sound at all. Look for good, no matter how small.

For if you jump in and say something deliberately unkind.
The person will look at you differently.
You will become the jerk in their mind....

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Open up your arms
Or they were thrown apart 
And was crucified
On a piece of wood
Between two thieves
And pierced three times
At once.
Skin torn and ripped apart 
Forced the bitter liquid
Down the mouth to swallow
gasping and choking,
vomiting
And bled all holy royalty
From the weakened body 
And the sacrificial lamb
Was soiled
With the sins of ten billion souls
For all eternity and
She accepted it for 
Paper....

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By Parizo Van Thulare

Like the thunderstorm in my mind  
It rolls ,seeking  a way out 
It crawls deep out of my pores, hoping to see sun

Burning as the veld fire 
From my medulla to my spine ,the heat is felt .
In words rhyming like in a flog 
Telling me to wake up and let in bleed 
Round and round down my mouth 
It wants to speak for the broken 

The mender of souls 
The healer of hearts 
The remedy of doubts 
This is POETRY in making...

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