Short Mouthfuls Poems

mouthfuls

thoughts never survive

to feed the poor ...

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There you are 
Not lost at all
Under all the bushels
Sputtered mouthfuls
Negative thought fire
Beating vehement pour
Readiness tread stand
Bright walk cloud tide
Looking up 
Survive...

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Mouthfuls of air
     floating on
letter images
     of vocal sounds-
This inner tune ..
   a spontaneous outflow
of natural rhythm of
the cadence 
      of our emotions
in spoken words...

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Mouthfuls of air
     floating on
letter images
     of vocal sounds-
This inner tune ..
   a spontaneous outflow
of natural rhythm of
the cadence 
      of our emotions
in spoken words...

Read More

Mouthfuls of air
     floating on
letter images
     of vocal sounds-
This inner tune ..
   a spontaneous outflow
of natural rhythm of
the cadence 
      of our emotions
in spoken words...

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I once had a friend
who swallowed the sea,
with a thirst so great
it was awesome to see.

Gulping down water,
in large mouthfuls he drank.
Then into the sea,
I was pushed and I sank!

Sitting on a sea turtle,
I yelled up, "Please stop!
I'm sorry I poured
pepper sauce in your pop."...

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                         Queen awoke from her moonlight dreams
                    Urdarwell her source of wisdom in tiny mouthfuls
                      Every noble drop has a meaning for her future
                  Earth's defender counts days spent in love and peace
                    Nightingale, bless the merry little bird that sings...

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sitters
listen

check the
kids' mouths

puzzle
pieces

bouncy
ball-ees

pointed
pencils

legos
car keys

Play-Doh 
pin wheels 

slugs from 
Nerf guns 

Polly
pockets

mouthfuls 
big ones 

careful 
sitters 

goofproof 
youngsters


written March 19, 2018
James Edward Lee Sr.'s  Footle contest
Put Your Footle Out Your Mouth...

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Out drinking with an
Australian girl I knew
We met her friend
Two days away
From inheriting a
Fortune
She insisted we sit down
Outside an Italian place
To eat
She ordered a bowl of
Gnocchi
First time I ever ate it
Two or three mouthfuls
Well wow
& the rich girl to be
Took off & stiffed us
With the bill
& I still eat gnocchi
& I still hate the rich...

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WEAK SECRETS

a secret?
how inferior
can one get
secrets stamped
all over you… true
potatoes that hiss
I stand alone 
clutching
my bottle of white
happiness

papyrus edged feeling
world attacks brassy
biased big showing
us the way home

so… sweet your
blood mouthfuls
in gulps of foam

I
would 
let you
steal the
bottom
of my 
eyes


©Kim van Breda—18 November 2015...

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Another pair of cowboy boots
beneath my bed
banishing dreams of
a permanent man
right out of my head

They call me a buckle-bunny
but that sets too low the bar
for at the end of the night
I take home the rodeo star

He rides wild horses
and even wilder bulls 
I lap him up by the mouthfuls

Lust curls in my belly
when I spy the champion buckle
his laughter is sweet as the honeysuckle

An aging buckle-bunny is what I see
until the next cowboy smiles at me...

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A mild spell in winter.
Groundhogs have escaped from their slow dreams.
The hedgerow confirms,
their wide-hipped shuffling as they grub for vittles.

Evening brings one whistle pig to February lawns.
Yet the snow will return, the whimper in the breeze,
will resurrect itself as a howl.

Hey, back to sleep mother groundhog!
Keep the den warm,
small blind eyes are already sensing,
a home in your womb.

Go back and dream of juicy garden carrots -
munchable mouthfuls of daffodils....

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