Short Spittle Poems

disturbed
spittle flies
hands come down...

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excessive debris
smoke stack strewn spittle
man’s salute to sky...

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Watch out for the heron, warned goose named Duce.
When he honks at you his spittle is loose! 
How will I know him?
I asked Uncle Jim.
Feathers louder than Canadian Goose!...

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Pretension seems to pretend
Friends that cant depend
Authority lacks a little
Spraying hope with spittle
Imagination
just imagine
what
else
i could be
if i
believed
i am me...

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usurping the scene
with slurping obscene 
sputtering spittle and steam
then spraying a particle beam
that succotash was green
if you know what I mean

(be careful where you eat beans)



12/13/2020...

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serpent
          slithers secretly
                                surveys surroundings
          sibilates spittle

snake skin shines
                         she snipes
savours seeds 


24th September...

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I went outside to pee
Underneath the cactus tree
But now I'm in the Ho Spittle
The cactus fell on me.

Oh the cactus tree the cactus tree
I went out to pee and it fell on me. 
The cactus tree the cactus tree
It's such a mystery....

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Tones of depreciation eject forth estuaries of spittle
Causing unsought billows of panic
Why can’t society be more appreciative
Instead of dejecting them
And divesting them of criticism
Communication is significant
Yet people omit it’s qualities...

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Farmer B spent the day moving a carrot from Farm A to B.
Why didn’t you plant it in B in the first place asked his wife, C.
He had no reply, for it made sense, and irritated him a little.
She is an older gal with a tiny beard, and sometimes a bit of spittle....

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she drew out spittle and split hair on her tongue in suspense

an audience pitched their bets as snot and mucus went dense

as she rattled nails tightened her fangs closed in on her foes

she only licked her wounds with phlegm to soften the blows


19th November...

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a spittle of rain
pains me to wake
taking my mind
making thoughts
as if to be being
the gnawing
of rats

in the walls and 
floor boards
an exaggerated
sound knowing
i've found
traps set
in my head

instead of
putting a
bucket
down
underneath
the
drip...

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Listen to poem:

I'm frozen here
And shall remain
While anaesthetic
Eases pain 

My lips are fat
My tongue just lies
No words untrue
While spittle flies 

A mouth aghast
While tools engage 
And rubber fingers
Squeak outrage

Construction
Of the oral kind
So mastication 
Is refined...

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Naked 
On the pulse of time 
I wait


Naked
A silholuette
Marooned on paths spittle-spiced


Naked, Gehazi
Without two talents of silver
And two sets of raiment


A quaking step
This vanishing blur-
                            Oh
That my shadow may retreat
Ten steps to Ahaz...

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goat-throat spittle…
clippety-clop baaaah
petting zoo aggression?

coiled haunch with head hung low
fibrous horns poised…
charge! crack! thud!

empty victories
beget
sad kings

weary actors on dusty stage
same lines
same script

strange skulls
hiding
glass-blank eyes

quiet ghosts
never
forget...

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Misshapen flimsy mass
Rubbage under foot
Wet with spittle and DNA
Morphing into a Dali
Time melting away
Family needs more
Rubbage on the floor
Unmoving joints staring eyes
Hollow unfelt emotions
Sweep over like a helium balloon
Surrealism opens the chest of me
Deflated spirit; deflated balloon...

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I told you to be little
You didn’t know why
Signal bead of spittle
Not rain from the sky

I told you to be small
Be stealthy, go unseen
Under a rock go crawl
There display your sheen

I’m telling you it’s frightening
Listen, I can spare you pain
Like a rod you’ll draw lightening
Walk away from my tired refrain...

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Be leaved
In your redemption
As whole
Leave is unworthy
Of spirit
Usual day
Ends of spittle held
Under nectars perch, hast child as babe
Layed beneath wounds crown?
Neither beckon of blankets coldened ease
Wells, as slavic despondent ledgers
Nor, blathering distinct indemptions buffet
Break winds towards lightnings laughter
...

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Spittle of diddle are many tongues forming spittle
two ends against the middle they diddle spittle 
spittle, they diddle, as mucus forms of diddle, spittle
still` Breath of Spirit speaks to even the coldest  souls
current of life excels the void womb thus swells
dilly, they dally,  in death‘s valley, folly squirms the worms
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Have you noticed that 
My fat bottom lip 
Is about twice the normal size 

When it gets to a-yapping 
And starts in on its flapping 
A safe distance would be wise 

Because all the dribble 
Meets in the middle 
Using it like a diving board 

And when the spittle is sent 
You're bound to get drenched 
From my lips to yours you've been warned...

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I awake from trance
Did not expect to see
Him here.  No not today.
Did not expect to look 
Upon his face with wonder
As absence filled my grasp
Maybe today was a rough
Day or maybe I’m too tame
He breathed out his spittle
Seemed like stars
And was absorbed greedily
By the ground. He looked down
And saw a small plant come to rise. 
He didn’t kill it
He didn’t kill it!...

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A toad
On a road
Squashed
The ford squished the toad
Gods wheels made the devil implode
Dreams seeping into the sun
Travelers
No idea the death they created
The toad
Now was rotting on the road
Death saved humanity
The toad was a loathsome load
Of vile spittle
Of spiteful dribble
Tribble and vitriol
The toad was a seeker
He found his destiny
As road kill
Gods will...

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Zimbabwe
 
 
From shimmering oil
of ebony still
 
will come flailing of limbs
will come hacking
 
quick slashing
of hands now untied
 
tattooing no pattern
not even a maze
 
depriving gray walls
of their stone
 
will come spittle
wild churning rivers
 
agush from slack jaws
of blanching gray hounds 

till one day at dawn
will come quiet
 
 
Donal Mahoney...

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Baby bunny devoured books.
He read them in closets, on boats, and in nooks.
Biographies were the best, autos even better.
In the winter he read them wearing a sweater.

Aren't books boring? Asked one who knew little.
Pirate Jack kept on reading, his mouth full of spittle.
He was slashing the enemy up in pieces fine and small.
He had no idea someone was speaking to him at all...

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Mozambique 
 
 
From shimmering oil
of ebony still
 
will come flailing of limbs
will come hacking
 
quick slashing
of hands now untied
 
tattooing no pattern
not even a maze
 
depriving gray walls
of their stone
 
will come spittle
wild churning rivers
 
agush from slack jaws
of blanching gray hounds 

till one day at dawn
will come quiet
 
 
Donal Mahoney...

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I find it quite peculiar
the way you blow kisses in my hair
with such adolescent poise,
how they attach themselves, like dewdrops
to each strand
in a rash attempt to grow a notion 
from mere breath and spittle

and I, like a dandelion
go poof and tear myself 
from the only stem I've ever known
so that your wish
may rouse itself from slumber
and glisten just like morning dew...

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