Short Gullet Poems

Fill up your gullet
Faster than a hot bullet
Speeding green mullet...

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Cold glass of water
Wolf down bottomless gullet
Sudden brain attack...

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Though an elephant
He placed himself
on monkey’s oven
well roasted he was
down gullet he went...

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Let not my paper
Boats get drenched in the subtle
Droplets of dancing shower.

Let them sail over
The drinking beck, that streams down,
The thirsty gullet of sod.


©1582016...

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I ran into the room, said, "Do I smell bacon?",
but couldn't decipher the smirk Jim was making.
"Sure, if that's what you wanna call it!
Hey, why not stuff your gullet?",
and like a true American I was taken....

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I just swallowed it hole
the whole
hole is gone
down the gullet
round the bend
debarked
embarked
set sail for deeper seas
in my heart
head...nostrils are in fact holes 
but not the one I swallowed whole...

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I'm going to eat a race car sandwich.

It will run down my gullet, hard and fast.

It will clean out my tummy, and drive past my gas.

It will clean me out, right?

I will eat a race car sandwich at the next red light....

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A gullet of flesh choking on coarse hair
or more like a whirlpool spitting lint
and gritty, wretched pus.
The navel is barely a poetic subject,
that is unless you consider disgusting portals
to the murky inner self a philistine concept,
which many might.
Fools....

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Houston Houston, we have a problem.
                                My wife has created a mayhem
                                    She is stuck in the gullet
                                    It's not my wife,a mullet
                             She has just reached her cerebellum...

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a tempest rages
in a ringing shell

sleep slopes down
into waveless depths

The mind has miles
leagues foreshadowing
the whole span of a moment
in full

A gulls gullet opens -
it speaks of sea-dreams
never remembered

a child looks out beyond
a plunging bed

to a place
where legs dangle
over old age...

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LUCIFER'S gullet was as parched as hell!

   He said, "Lord, some cold HOOCH, would do me well!"

      Lord said, "In thy condition,

         Smoldering in perdition,

            Not a snowball's chance in the place ye dwell!"

Entry for Catie Lindsey's  "L&H Limericks" Contest 

Took First Place in the contest....

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Steadily, the wine flows 
And down a gullet goes;
Beside the bottle, tapping toes 
Of Brown drowning his woes 
And the brownish questions his foes 
From plain mischief pose:
Every morning a repeated dose 
That could ugly chapters close; 
Its aroma a sport to his nose,
As his glass remains close…

The merrier with vodka than with his Rose…...

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Surrounded by steel walls 
The place that feels like home 
Hours filled with stories 
The sense we speak unknown 

The cans have special powers 
Motivation comes and goes 
Behind the bars consumables 
Down the gullet it goes

Chain smoking is unavoidable 
When a bottle of straight is involved 
The fire keeps us toasty 
Cheers! To never growing old...

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Between the warm leaving rain
and the coming of the pizza –
a beer flushes through a gurgling gullet.

It's coming...Medium Margarita,
sweet roasted tomatoes and bubbling cheese.

The evening sky breathes deeper.
Womb-warm, the pizza-satchel sings
to my drooling taste buds;
a delivery almost born,
an ordination, almost consumed
by the wait.

I pour another beer....

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Warning Bell

Drops of rain
No more quench thirst
Rather lumps of fire
Flow through gullet of earth

Flora and fauna looks to be 
At a loss!
And so does our cultivation!
Rivers and lake prescribe poison
The only inhabitable planet appears
Destined to turn to desert

If unbridled horses of smoke
Galloped with present pace,
Money won’t buy us back
Our collective well being!...

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Carnivore lay in wait like,
the feline among the sparrows.
“Come sip my nectar,
sweet syrupy elixir
it’s free for the taking,
a desirous sensation
to lull you to sleep”
sings Darlingtonia.

Within ruby pitcher,
tendril awaits,
a cavernous throat
dining on insects,
perhaps a frog or 
tree shrew
for the gullet
of unassuming Cobra Lily,
pitfall trap.


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A red raw gape, a crater of hunger,
the clacking tongue
a buckram spear shaken at all comers.

The gulls mouth is the gull,
its avian body
only a winged engine for that open maw,
a perfect bow for that arrowing beak
with its raucous bugle.

A gullet for a perfected greed;
a throat that yawns wide enough
for any a scavengers scream,
a call allied to the pitiless winds,
and thrashing seas....

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Here the jealous sun
stings
the eye that turns
west to Marquesas.
Don't gaze west.

And the sway of the sea
moving out of The Gulf
seduces those with memory--
those who hear
love's movement in all things
rhythmic.
Cover your ears.

Watch too for the bird
frigatidae,
black kites hovering--
they are thieves
offering a gullet of rubies,
a belly of pearl to the 
unsuspecting. 

They long ago gave up on paradise....

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These spicy banana peppers are hotter than hot.
My annoyed esophagus yells “Not! Not! Not! Not! Not! Not!”
They dance around and down my gullet from the crockpot.
Temperature there is turned up to about a thousand watt.

Some weird stranger asks me, “Is this what you brought?”
Jalapeno and banana peppers tangled in a dancing knot?
My overeager tummy is yelping and screaming a lot.
Acid reflex at my age is almost nightly fought!...

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Let me enjoy my food said the frog.
A fly was squirming at the end of his tongue.
The mouth opened, and the fly began to fly
From the stomach, up the esophagus and back.
Up and down all around, from side to side.
I love this said the bullfrog, my lunch is so tingly.
He sat back and enjoyed himself
Fell asleep and began to snore.
The frantic fly flew up the gullet to freedom
Moral of this tale Do not go to sleep right after eating your fly...

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all litters as i walk the dunes 
and so i cry to sunlight, 
the tree hides it in its roots, 
to spring up its stem, 
the settled sand of the hour glass. 

i thought a while about the fish 
in the sea, 
zig zad,circles, 
why do we walk in a file? 
if only we could wipe those litters: 
arrows that shatter the heart. 

i draw a picture 
cobs after lion,boys after man, 
(the fields still greener ahead) 
and i pinpoint a finish, 
in the wide gullet of mother earth....

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It grows tall and large
leaves are rich but bitter
no gullet in can pass through
fruits are juicy and attractive
but do not grow into maturity
decades no ripe fruit emerged

Birds cannot feed on, sap nectar
nests they cannot build on
humans cannot shelter under

Microbes fall off dead
only underground rodents get  succor

But when hurricane came one day
it struck it a blow, destroyed even roots
only rodents opened mouth to mourn
in disgrace dangerous tree vanished...

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