Short Jowls Poems

       Crimson streams down
Salvant fluid at the jowls,
D r a g o n fruit k i t t y...

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You are my beguiling barn owl
You make me to scream and howl

     and when your aloof
     i don't give it a hoot

and i long to caress your soft jowls!...

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She doesn't like her jowls and wattle; 
her wrinkles, crinkles and her mottle.  
She rubs in a lotion 
then applies a potion; 
if a little won't, maybe a lot'll....

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My jowls are large
They make me look glum
I am not though
Said Viking Dog Hum

Where did you get your helmet?
Asked an inquisitive cat
I was born with it on
What do you think of that?...

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Spirit wind
Feeling on my face
Butting in, smearing
My jowls relentless
Your muffled voice
A conglomerate 

I prefer the still
Silent air and the 
Sharp smack of heels
On the pavement...

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The war-dogs chew at the throat of Man,
Killing as canines can,
With drooling jowls and fetor that fouls
The air, with harrowing warrior-howls--
They herald the End with their yelps and yowls....

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Howling under moonlight 
Clenched jowls and sharpened fangs 
Swarm fated ill-fortune,
Effortlessly gliding
In perfected patterns
Adapting with each dash
Until red runs on green grass

March 18, 2022...

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I had heard of down in the dumps
But down in the dogs?
Her jowls matched her rumps
Her face was a log

She’s an old lady
Leave her be someone said
But she was loony tunes too
Hilarious inside her head...

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He was obnoxious almost to the point of repulsive
Constant banter escaped his always yapping jowls
He gave you no space or peace, monopolizing all conversation
Many stopped attending family reunions due to this brazen boor...

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Love the ad, above this poem,a woman with hanging jowls?
     Makes me laugh, not scowl!
     
      Another one, had a word that rhymes with dart!
      Obnoxious ads, with which I want no part!


                       6/10/2021...

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Colonel Flighty is a cad
Thinks himself a funny wag
Thinks he's mighty, ain't that sad
"Look at me! A strutting stag!"

Jiggly belly, jowls that sag
Throat all phlegmy, such a drag
Trousers smelly, makes you gag
Leaky colostomy bag.

Toss him quickly drown a crag
If he lives we'll be so mad
End his sickly feeble brag
Hear his fading shout, "Egad!"...

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It was a meal that my late mom cooked but it sure didn't please.
Every New Year Day, Mom cooked hog jowls and black-eyed peas.
I always ate it but it was something that I didn't enjoy at all.
I would've rather had pizza, Domino's was who I should've called.
I don't have to eat those meals anymore and it sets my mind at ease.
Thank God that I no longer have to eat hog jowls and black-eyed peas....

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What are thou
but just a flower 
heart defiled
Gone
grown and strong tower 
waiting to be for the devoured 
by the pestilences sorrow
Grown
Infected infested jowls 
Rose bud where hast thine powers
Gone
But just of a flower
Withered and gone with no power
Bloom, stem, petals withered and devoured
Gone
Withering Rose what are thine now
Gone

2/13/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021...

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The sky--
black treacle trapped in tar pits
dripping from a mastiff's jowls, or
one thousand million foolish houseflies
drowning in a single paper trap, maybe
a sprawling anti-Elysia, the hunting ground
for our shadows to roam while we sleep.
A well built by some sweaty, laboring God
that we merely see the bottom of.

But what matters of its dark?
A sky stretches out untouchable
and cares not what lies beneath....

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COPLA NUEVE: This Bad Guy World

Bad Guys multiply on their own
Faster even than the microbes:
They fascinate

Though they cannot thrive on their own
They need to feed on Good Guys’ lobes:
Just hibernate

Summer solstice up to Winter
Let them bask fry in howls and scowls:
Feel not pity

Left to themselves they’ll waste blunder
Watch that hip swing from bum to jowls:
Nitty-gritty.

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013...

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All hallows eve night
Just one scary night in fall
Bats bit my isthmus

I changed my figure
Wearing black cape with shadows
Two fangs from my jowls

This tale of that night
Secures Halloweens darkness
My solemn visit

Poetry soups stay
Only at night I sojourn
Seeking blood delight

This Halloween time
I seek more than blood request
Poetry inquest

To live once again
In daylight and be set free
Normal mortal me...

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Rotten stench
Hell drenched 
I tasted the waters soiled,  bittersweet
I digested as it bled out my feet 
The rancid  still flavor stale ingesting 
My heart and stomach aches vomitings
As I breathe and inhale shattering jowls I digress
Sweet delusions bitter substance
I eat as diarrhea runs down my leg onto my feet
Still the flavor touch aroma stitches my teeth


12/29/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr  2020...

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Poverty Slop and
jowls of ground beef.

Saliva to corn
that's creamed to belief.

Mashed silk potatoes
spread over the tongue

sealing meat in
to covered and mung.

Tin pan the Shepherd.
A pie sitting heavy.

A feast for a King
and the bowels of a levy.

Full potted tummy.
A growling way down.

Back taste of kernels.
A hunger been drown.

Baked Shepherd's Pie
asleep in the oven.

Morning to eyes
like those of the sloven....

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Ginger and Pickle store; what is that? She asked.
I had no idea; I was pouring last drop from a flask.
It is where I keep my lemonade, because it feels cool.
Besides it makes the others crazy, in this weirded-up school.

I am serious, she said. Mrs. Hen and Goose are over there.
I ran with her then; we saw two squirrels in the air.
What is a Ginger and Pickle store? I asked the two fowls.
Not sure, replied the goose, but hopefully they sell pig jowls....

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He starts out with arrogance that could kill a dinosaur.
His pompous attitude blowing up his head like a rooster’s comb. 
But when the rest go after him, he slips and slides down on his back.
Landing in a foxhole, alone and embarrassed – possibly ashamed even.

He can barely pull himself out of the mire and the muck.
He is stepping on his hang dog jowls, looking silly
We try not to laugh, but some of us are unsuccessful,
Remembering how pompous he was in the beginning....

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HALLOWEEN – SPOOKS II

At the door
Little Boy Blue
Kissed our pumpkin
Mistress Mary too

Shutters rattle
Unearthly howls
Ghastly sounds
From Satan’s jowls

Tattered scarecrow
In the corn
Comes to life
The dead reborn

Halloween pumpkin
Big surprise
Runny nose
And bloodshot eyes

Flee my children
Here they come
Graveyard creatures
On the run

In the kitchen
Gary’s wife
Chased by a spook
With a carving knife

Diddle, diddle pumpkin
Old Mrs. Rich
Rides on a broomstick
She’s a witch!...

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To be an aging actress
Must be stressful and a drag.
The world is watching as you age
And neck and jowls sag.

You either disappear from view
Or wait for folks to cluck,
But there's another choice for those
Who just don't have the pluck.

It's visiting the surgeon
For some facial pulls and tugs,
But sometimes the result 
Won't garner compliments, just ughs!

It's sad to see an actress
Who, in trying to erase
The wrinkles that occur, instead
Wreaks havoc on her face....

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