Short Larynx Poems
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Some worms and mites
Inside the Mother of the Worms' larynx
Who lives in the throat of frog
All of them inside the larynx of the Dog
Who barks twice a day.
is tried and tested ~ rip out the larynx to silence an enemy
the art of folly’s ignoring this fact ~ denial’s a petty act
I rest my case
By David Kavanagh
A boys’ consort is lovely and sings a capella.
It can charm any lady, bedevil a fella.
But when childhood ends,
and the larynx descends,
those same lads will produce what I’d term "a CRAPella."
LUCID
Liquid lusts to drown…breathe
Lengthy practicing...calm
Loving friends listening
Lord…I pray a good show
Lucidity of dance
Larynx clarified…smooth
Long-suffering reaps fruit
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
Pleiades Form
The word sprouted
from the brute
matter
breaks out...
Through
the paled
disguise
of the throat,
instigates one
creative reaction
in the nebulae
of mind,
and by reflex
emits a signal.
And by metaphor
allusion,
arrives to the ropes
of the larynx
in shape of
sonorous signal we call,
word
The word of
raw matter
breaks out ...
Through
the disguise
velvety
throat,
instigate a
creative reaction
in the nebulae
of mind...
And by reflex
After emits a signal.
Without metaphor
allusion
run away from the ropes
of larynx
in the form of
audible sound
comes up
that we call,
word...!
The idea
comes from genesis
unknown
to the common ...
comes from mysteries
deeper
that our vision
can't reach ...
Comes from arrays of
antimatter
and ethereal,
of suspensions
antimagnetic
of the matter ...
Comes from the sum
almost nothing
to form
the whole
what
we call
concept...
"and arrives pale, trembles
rickety to the ropes of
larynx "
Oh my brother, permit me please
Release the grip, ease my larynx
I die gasping for breath.
Lincoln, the Abe, sighed and signed
To restrict not, but to foster brotherhood
Time elapses, but your ingrained grudge not erased
Give me space, enough to breath;
Give me air,
To live, believe and relieve my burden; Of history.
It’s a race to merge our color
Oh my brother, run
Run against Time..
And
Permit me please.
music to kids ears
Pete carried on with his flute
without parental consent
his larynx engaged
as his footprints leave their clues
there would be scars over soot
townsfolk grab pitchforks
multilingual torches mad
with fear and grief chase down thief
find kids in a trance
listening to final dirge
and piper’s mocking laughter
parent takes the flute
second silence in forest
breaks the jester’s tool in half
Peter Piper’s dust to dust
Haze of words.
Baked lips had a reticent larynx,
Spent out ideas were strewn around on beds.
I am sleepwalking. One might lose the self,
body, like air leaving the lungs to meet an angel
in woods. How far that would be ?
Behind the curtain, the head splits.
Kerosene was poured on to body after ravaging it
You poke into the flesh for a piece of miracle.
Trees are cremating the leaves overnight.
The gravel in the gale wind enters cornea.
A yellow cloud hangs on a rainbow.
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