Short Jawed Poems

Have you ever seen a man cry
how the tears are hidden behind his eyes
did you ever stop to ask him why
he wear his sadness with an iron-jawed disguise...

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Set free your Creative Muse to soar swiftly Heavenward

  Naysayers will challenge you, thinking you lack Imagination

   --Leave them slack-jawed, gaping, your Angelic Wings smiling High...

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The angels are overloaded.
And I'm  crying aloud.
In marketplaces.
In new frontiers.
Sobbing incongruously
From station to station.
Losing my past
And letting the present
Run off without me.
I am draining my momentum.
I am lock-jawed behind locked bars
And still I sing like the only dove In town....

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Limerick : Once this Wily Woman from Franco’s Spain – 5

Now this Wily Woman from Franco’s Spain
Pumped hard to become Free-Maisons’ Main Drain.
Only thing left to win :
Marianne* in dung-bin –
National Assembly long lock-jawed – slain !

•	Marianne : symbol of the French Republic

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013...

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At the moor's edge
where the cliff-drop gnaws the wind
and a jutting ledge raises it hackles,
fingers scrabble, skinned toes curl
within stiff-jawed boots.

Turn an ankle here,
and you may fall
unleashed
to die somewhere
out of sight.

Do not enter your mind here
in that place
where a whipped dog cowers.

Cling,
rope yourself to the sky -
Growl.
...

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Why
By Miracle Man
5/31/2024

Oft times I hear a child question why?
Then anxiously await a response.
To, why raindrops always fall from the sky,
I stand slack jawed as if in a traunce.

Only God has answers to the question why, 
at His prompting only do things occur.
A child might question why birds fly?
To all childish questions I simply defer.
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Have you ever been
Bogged down
Wallerin in
All whopper-jawed
Neck deep in it
That's a boonedoggle

Have you ever been
So katty-whompus
That you sold your mule
To buy a plow
That's a boonedoggle

Have you ever seen
Folks fixin and piddelin
Like a dime
Holding up a dollar
That a boonedoggle

Favorite Word Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
8/15/19...

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Ivy-covered sheepskin, firmly in hand
    the confident graduate, square-jawed and tan

  Pulled offers from prestigious start-ups all over the land
    a year later he played lead guitar, hat in hand

  He, ever-grateful to his folks for those music lessons
    They, bleary-eyed from all the therapy sessions

  Yet Patience will out, and Time always tells
    Perhaps by thirty-five he'll own an oil well...

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Words craft magic,
Magic makes folks happy

Words paint scene,
Scene calms tired souls

Words build faith,
Faith gives super power

Words amend heart,
Heart halts timid pause

Words alter minds,
Minds change awful ideas

Words jawed after anger,
ought never annoy folks

 Avoid harsh words 
Savvy words worth

21-Dec-2017

For the contest Fem Bogstaver (Danish) (Five Letter words) by
Rhoda Tripp...

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Head buried beneath the wind,
hung, grasping an overhang,
hug the thin bones of wiry tussocks.

At the moor's edge
where the cliff-drop, gnaws at the sky,
a jutting ledge raises it hackles,
fingers scrabble, skinned toes curl
within creaking jawed boots

Turn an ankle here,
and you may fall
unleashed
to die somewhere.

Cling!

Laugh at yourself.

Do not enter your mind,
where your whipped dog cowers.


...

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Jerry, a jim-dandy jezebel in a jerkwater town,
Jiggled her jangles, joking her jubilant ways up and down.
Juicily Junoesque and jocular, Jerry jawed with the best.
Such jiggery-pokery was soon put to this jerky town’s test.
Jailbirds jammed the sidewalks to see Jerry walk by.
Her jabberwocky jabbering gave them a reason to sigh.
A jaunty jokester with joyous absolute joviality,
Jerry was accepted as the jubilant jezebel of this locality....

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Raise your hand if you were surprised
The day we met Dorthea in her beautiful high rise.
She had turned into a Dalmatian which she always wanted to be.
And she was rather beautiful, as she poured us English tea.

How did you do it? We asked, pretending to be awed.
She smiled at us sweetly, her long face dog-like jawed.
But she could no longer speak, barking is what she did at the elevator.
We gave her a wave good-bye, wondering if she would be sorry later....

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