Short Hand To Mouth Poems

finger food
                hand-to-mouth
with no after-chores...

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cash on the table
       see monkey do monkey eat

                 viral industry





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I write because no one listens to me then complain when no one reads me.

John G. Lawless
5/25/2021...

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Borrower,
Borrowing appettite;
Increasing gradually.
Weary to live within means.
Handcap of saving culture;
Hand-to mouth disposition.
Lender connives with bailiff!

chipepo lwele...

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Live from hand to mouth

More meritorious than to live from hand to mouth
With no reserve to depend on,
And far better than
Keeping body and soul together
In hopeless destination
Make ends meet
Tete era ne nne
                      ABED ANTHONY...

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TEENAGE GIRLS


In the noisy café giggling
In their seats opposite me wriggling
Teen-age girls lean cheek-by-jowl.
Quiet as a cat’s footstep on a mouse prowl,
Their whispers to one another
With cupped hand-to-mouth to smother
Are so silent you don’t hear anything.
How do they speak so softly anyway?
Who would want to  listen anyhow?...

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I'll make the Western world cringe
Cause they can't detect, define
Or impregnate
What can't be seen
Is driving metal minds crazy

It's ok, all is not what it seems
Time shreds all doubt
Where moving heart to heart
Hand to mouth

All up in the air
Phosphorous wear and tear
You mount as prosperity shingles
Where we go from here?
I'll let molten minds mingle...

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T'was the night before Christmas
And all through the house not a single noise could 
be heard
For, you see, the only one up
Had practise of being quiet 
even when she's screaming inside
With hand over mouth,
and tears streaming down her face
She silently sobbed the night away
The only festive colour running from her wrists
The only thing she wanted for Christmas
Was to be dead....

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Where are you lingering?
you hide your fiery trail;
inspiration gleaming bright 
grows dim and deathly pale.

Secret whispered phrases,
hand over mouth are held
captive in a stagnant soul,
pure drops in fountains failed.

Beyond release tormented,
behind restraining bars
waiting for the night to swell
and birth abundant stars.

Copyright, September 27, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson...

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Your journey
        though life begins
            with your
                very first breath.

Exploring your world
        hand to mouth,
            you test
                boundaries.

Skirting
        obstacles
            encountered,
                you look for detours.

There are guideposts,
        but
            free will; chooses your path.


(Yalto)


01/23/23...

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The tears left marks on her face.
The lines of stress still present.

They stole her life from our hands, not a 
trace of the beautiful person that was living.

The tears cried on these streets. Us lowly, 
poor people existing not living.

They stole so much from our lives. Lives now 
hand to mouth, always begging. 

They crushed the strength of our souls and 
decided our lives weren’t worth living...

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Bowls 'n' bags 'n' 
branches 'n' trees
Orchards 'n' lives 'n'
meanings and needs

Taste the sweet meat of
Prunus avium - Bing,
Sweetheart, Rainier, Tulare
the tart, the sweet 
the redness - a treat

A bowl, a bag, 
by hand-to-mouth
to suck - to chew 
to rave - to espouse

© Goode Guy 2013-11-18

ekphrastic for 2013-11-24 at 
the Charles Taylor Art Museum of 
watercolor "A Bag Full" by Gemma B. Wallace...

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The world has forever
outgrown itself,
its pants no longer fit

The cuffs too short,
the waist too tight,
its inseam worn and ripped

The fabric that
it used to grow,
lay barren in the field

The magic that
it used to show,
a sleight of hand reveal

The world has forever
outgrown itself,
its future running out

The earth exposed,
the sky on fire
—all life but hand to mouth

(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)...

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Your little face;
Like a flower in the morning;
You might recognise me from afar;
When I see you,
as hiding your head in the lap of the mother;
That time I miss my mother;
Your Half hidden small cute face;
Looks like a bear toy;
When I show you my hands
You do intriguing!
When you take your little hand in mouth;
I scold you;
But still give you smile!
When I teach you to speak;
You tend to be quiet;
But I love your lisping voice!
- Sujit...

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always a doorway
always an option
a multitude in quiet
a bright winged fairy
in gutter-punk drab
suppressing secrets,
hand over mouth
standing in decaying halls,
i wonder if that hand were moved,
what would come tumbling out?
choice words
or silent breath?
half chewed, tooth worn chunks
of some forgotten corpse?
or rain-falls of glitter;
a sandstorm of sparkles
in tiny squares
pervading the air,
suffocating
& inflicting lung-deep paper cuts...

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Weird things make me happy
The man who talks more with his hand than mouth
The child walking a broken wall
as if upon a tightrope
The puddle spray that reddens the suited business man
The rebel because
The universe flaws
the he that follows the haws
The intertwined fingers of blackened trees
lost within the blanketed darkness
Softened showers simper under summer sprays
Mountain meld with midnight's melancholy moans
Up and coming comeuppance
Karma shows it face...

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