Short Mouthpiece Poems
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The mouthpiece of ignorance
is gossip
The wellspring of gossip
—is lies
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
Tarzan could yodel with a beat
A whale can sing melodies sweet
But Donald is mean
His mouthpiece the machine
That disseminates hate with a tweet
who is the mouthpiece? the employees ask each other.
most of them are fearful of the boss’s wrath.
no one is willing to speak up
although they will holler their disdain in the lunchroom
E-arnest spokesperson
D-eclares the truth about God,
W-ithout any doubt,
I-n proclaiming the gospel,
L-ife eternal is promised.
Topic: Birthday of Bro. Edwil Zabala (March 17)
Form: Acrostic Tanka
Sorrows slowly release
internal inflictions to
form poetic mouthpiece
Revealing what's true
Narrating through verse
Expressing your view
Life can immerse
Killing your peace
Let words disperse
Politics
in Hyde Park
was at the end of a shtick
FDR’s mouthpiece
a cigarette holder
suspended over
his spinning wheels
Pearl Harbor
a puff of smoke
It was a new deal
It was big
The peace pipe
signaling
W A R
USA
evened the score
The rich man’s mouthpiece Scalia
Spread his will like gonorrhea!
In an overreach
He ruled money is free speech
And gave us all such diarrhea
Author's note: The decision ($$=free speech) murders our democratic process. He didn't champion free speech for whistleblowers or students. Does this make him a champion of the constitution and a great American?
Don't think I'm an old substance.
I too was, like you, young once.
I am weighed down by silence.
Times have tested my patience.
Why should you speak for my sake?
Can you heal my every ache?
Why should you expound my words?
Do you know the words of birds?
With my parlance, I'm at ease.
Why should you be my mouthpiece?
Allow me to speak, my friend.
Or else, I'll shout without end.
There is nothing in front of the casket
Just a narrow hallway.
When the bereaved guilt-bearers gather
The maggots fall into his eyes
White worms taint image of skin
Pillbugs block the bullet hole
A joint twitches
The star arise
Once again
Worse than dead with rot within
An aura of botflies around his non person
Shaking bonestruck in its organic necromancic rewiring.
Maggots falling out of the mouthpiece
Now...
I am Satan’s prophet God is using,
Because He is certain Satan is losing:
Another thousand pigs to surely perish
The Homeless Anew to this not cherish.
The Devils mouthpiece God monitors his megaphone:
In the end, God’s Messages in Satan’s tone
This, the latter not happy to condone
Because in me has built his throne…
Yep, Satan’s script God keeps editing
Satan from it not much eliciting
And would soon cease soliciting.
Don't think I'm an old substance.
I too was, like you, young once.
I am weighed down by silence.
Times have tested my patience.
Why should you speak for my sake?
Why should you expound my words?
Can you heal my every ache?
Do you know the songs of birds?
I'm at ease with what I speak.
Why should you be my mouthpiece?
My accents might be antique.
Yet, do meanings of words cease?
Allow me to speak, my friend.
Or else, I'll shout without end.