Short Mouthing Poems
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6/11/19
She lies sleeping at my feet
eyes closed, outstretched legs
twitching, mouthing small yips
and I wonder what she is chasing
and if she ever catches it
Lo, coffee breaks can be broken.
Mission impossible, to wit
Negaholics manage the show,
Often bad-mouthing managers.
Plans to relax workers is foiled.
The Puppet
By: Tom
1/20/2021
“If it walks like a duck,
and quacks like a duck,
it’s a duck”.
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After mouthing the right things,
he lets others pull his strings,
he’s a puppet.
Form:
At the express lane at the local supermarket
Don't try getting through with one over the limit
Dirty looks you'll get
And bad-mouthing I'll bet
They'll push you down and stomp on your spinach
At the express lane in the local supermarket
Don't try getting through with one over the limit
Dirty looks you will get
And bad mouthing I'll bet
They'll push you down and stomp on your spinach
Unwilling to be deadened
These, as make numb to
Its frequency, first screamed in
World's, for noise, cut through
So you find me, commoner
And true spokesman for
Mouthing ugly, more so, faced;
Horrified before.
At the express lane in the local supermarket
Don't try getting through with one over the limit
Dirty looks you will get
And bad mouthing I'll bet
They'll push stuff on the floor and stomp on your spinach
© Jack Ellison 2015
When I look back
I don’t recognize myself
Was that me
bad-mouthing my parents
Was I that mean
Did I say that – to my sisters
Criticizing friends so cruelly
always speaking foolishly
Who put that tongue in my mouth
Was that me
Never
Miracle Man
10/13/2024
At times I’m guilty of mouthing the word never,
without realizing that never is a time with no end.
I try following it up by saying something clever,
because always, was never what I meant to intend.
All street lights were turned off tonight
Lost souls wandering to phone light
Mouthing words of reassurance
In twined with a nocturnal dance
Strangers mingle in unison
Until battery life was done
Just as power did reignite
They slipped back into the twilight
Mouthing an oath, she carried on
Milking the cow in cowshed grim.
She only wished she could be gone...
Mouthing an oath, she carried on.
Into the shed sun never shone.
Now milk was spilling over brim!
Mouthing an oath, she carried on
Milking the cow in cowshed grim.
3/24/2023
Clouds rock up vengeful
mouthing off - ranting, raging
spitting bolts willy-nilly
But tantrum passes,
temper abates with mutters
as clouds roll on by, in sky.
Clouds rubbed, get charged up
like people pricked and prodded
build up static energy,
till the threshold reached,
out pops the lightning flashing,
thunder banging and crashing.
Sir Billy Pig’s missing his oats
Miss Piggy Wig’s had hers, she gloats
But she’s looking so rough
Her bum’s full of crap stuff
Its output is brown and it floats!
I’m advised by a pal of mine
To “Never cast pearls before swine”
Or put lipstick on a pig
When it’s mouthing off big
Miss Piggy Wig’s an old bovine!
The price of pliability?
We sink into penury
All for a speaking slot
At UNGASS in NYC
They’re at it again
Another talk shop
Deals on the side
We are sold out
They wax eloquent
Mouthing platitudes
Promising data and gold
Doling mining rights
They return, all smiles
Frequent fliers, all
Praising themselves
Lining up for the buffet
so the poem goes
along the nose
a proboscis bridging
along the ridge in
alphabets of aromas
mouthing wordy stomas
with stanza's scents
to write recompense
right between the eyes
seeing to a surprise
fleshing cheeky meter
poetic phrasing sweeter
'til lobed on ear and
lips whispered near in
recognizing expressions
facially i reckon
© Goode Guy 2012-01-25
Trees are the catchers of lost human souls
Entangled in clinging wooden branches
Mouthing silent pleas to earthly passers
At nightfall peering toward magnetic stars
Hoping to freely roam the universe
Its magnificence drawing them upward
Wailing to reunite with a loved one
From their previous earthly human realm
Longing for the eternal search for love
Reaching through the blackness
Trying to find something to hold
When all I could feel
Was the harsh damp cold
Desperately trying to block out
The emotions that poison my soul
I lay slowly suffocating
Beneath the rubble of my broken dreams
As silent tears spill from my eyes
Mouthing hollow prayers with Vodka soaked lips
This echoless silence is driving me insane
Your hands
in my hands
soft yet firm
moving
squeezing
stroking
insistent
demanding.
Speaking a
half-remembered
language
to which
I instantly respond.
Yet I draw back
at a line,
I can not cross.
Lips mouthing
tender regrets
while our hands
keep talking.
I remember clearly
the ring
in your navel,
but the one
in my pocket
held us apart.
Watching a hurricane
won’t get you wet
And reading more Freud
won’t help you forget
Mouthing the words
cannot guarantee sound
Laden with fear
hiding guilt by the pound
Stated intent
broken pathways to roam
Paring good wishes
right down to the bone
New skin in the game
and wounds that won’t heal
Eluding the cries
— and truth unrevealed
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
The nest of wires
so loosely tethered
at the base of control
suffers from rigidity
while hard-linked
to each portal of
infinity
until cracks snake
the foundation
like menacing grins,
all mirthlessly mouthing
infallible truth
behind certain
fallibility:
every age rises
before diminishing
to bury discovery
as treasure precious
within the driving
will of all forms
sentient.
Mellow meeting mouthing misty maze
Creepy crawlies crafting crude craze
Dazzle dreamy distant daze
Feeling fumbling fond face
Seek sweet solid space
Troubling times trace
Sense sweet sour
Hurl hours
Ours
Leon Enriquez
07 November 2015
Singapore
(Note: This poem is a Nonet with Alliteration.)
Over solemn matters men brood.
Whoever does not clearly crude;
One is anxious to win a feud:
The face of Jude facing The Rude
And I say: it’s the right mood;
The countenance of The Shrewd,
For when it is shrewd follows food.
Over the life-changing I brood
As I wish to hear The Good;
Not like leaves shake where I’ve stood
Or, soonest, start mouthing The Rude
And sorrow drowning in The Brewed.
there they sit
with their dreams
and fantasies
mouthing great
philosophies
narrating great tales
of imagined achievements,
revealing little nuggets
of despair couched
in a fatalism
of their own making.
Should I reveal myself
jolt them to the reality
of death
put an end to their charade
Or slither away
in the susurration
of wind and grass
leaving them
to their random ramblings
in their dotage?
I'm waiting for election day
When all the hoopla goes away,
All the lies and all the drama.
You're not fooling this old gramma.
You are but puppets mouthing dirt,
Spewing garbage, foe to hurt.
I want to hear what you will do,
Not old re-hash. Give me some new
Info if you want my vote.
More lies will to me denote
The choice is an unholy sin
For least revolting guy to win.
won one of the no. 4 spots