Cat Struck!
Miaw, Miaw, silvery eyes
Straightened fur, spear-like ears
In mouth, claws
Bone suspect. It was
My cat, I, locked eyes
In its mouth, went my fingers
Pain in mouth, it struck.
Out with bone, pain in my arm
In relief, my toes it licked
I nurse my arm, though contented.
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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To Avoid Rejection
take a part of your
pelvic bone
close your eyes
let someone take
the flesh
and bone to bone
of your own bone
let it grow
smoothly
to get rid of the pain
and start anew
bone to bone
of my contention
following yours
nothing
opposing
blood following
the flow
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Avoiding A Rejection
take a part of your
pelvic bone
close your eyes
let someone take
the flesh
and bone to bone
of your own bone
let it grow
smoothly
to get rid of the pain
and start anew
bone to bone
of my contention
following yours
nothing
opposing
blood following
the flow
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Pained
I can see it in her eyes
The pain gnawing at her on and on
I can feel it too
Same as I can feel my own pain
For days we would fleetingly
Look at each others eyes
I know she can feel my pain
Same as she can feel her own
Comes a time
When I long for those fleeting seconds
Oh when will the opening be
When will the sharing be
Then did the moment come a day
What the eyes knew
Spoken through the mouth
Pain and pain intertwined
We did become
Companions in pain
Sometimes ecstasy, sometimes sweet pain
Yes bearable pain
But then did life take her
Ended her pain for all times
Leaving me with a thousandfold
Pain and pain
poem by Subir Ningthouja
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When Ears Don't Listen and Eyes Don't See
why we have two ears that can't be naturally closed
but we less listening than talking
why we have one mouth that technically is not locked
but we speak nothing less than complaint
why we have two hands that carved beautifully
but we use it to hurt someone we love
why we have two eyes that sparkling wide
but you only look at me from one side
are your hands made to close your ears
and your eyes are blind to see damage
are your hands made to lock your mouth
and you are scared to accept truth
why we have two legs that walk graciously
but you always step away from me when I try to get closer
why we have one heart that we keep sacredly
but we can't control to whom it belongs
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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First Child ... Second Child
FIRST
Be it a girl, or one of the boys,
It is scarlet all over its avoirdupois,
It is red, it is boiled; could the obstetrician
Have possibly been a lobstertrician?
His degrees and credentials were hunky-dory,
But how's for an infantile inventory?
Here's the prodigy, here's the miracle!
Whether its head is oval or spherical,
You rejoice to find it has only one,
Having dreaded a two-headed daughter or son;
Here's the phenomenon all complete,
It's got two hands, it's got two feet,
Only natural, but pleasing, because
For months you have dreamed of flippers or claws.
Furthermore, it is fully equipped:
Fingers and toes with nails are tipped;
It's even got eyes, and a mouth clear cut;
When the mouth comes open the eyes go shut,
When the eyes go shut, the breath is loosed
And the presence of lungs can be deduced.
Let the rockets flash and the cannon thunder,
This child is a marvel, a matchless wonder.
A staggering child, a child astounding,
Dazzling, diaperless, dumbfounding,
Stupendous, miraculous, unsurpassed,
A child to stagger and flabbergast,
Bright as a button, sharp as a thorn,
And the only perfect one ever born.
SECOND
Arrived this evening at half-past nine.
Everybody is doing fine.
Is it a boy, or quite the reverse?
You can call in the morning and ask the nurse.
poem by Ogden Nash
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Ebb and Flow
I ebb and I flow
In his mouth…
Wet and warm
In his mouth…
Wild and exotic
In his mouth…
I lose all limits
In his mouth.
I pour myself
In his mouth
And he
Guzzles me
In abundance.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Shut my Mouth
There are those whom wish
I would just shut my mouth.
For my words cut them to
the bone when I speak of
an abuse child. Or a person
drowning in the sea of his or
her own addiction. They real
wish I would shut my mouth when
I speak of equality for all. Also when
talk about suffrage one goes through
from AIDS, Cancer to Death. I done had my
words crumbled in thrown back in my face.
I have been given looks as if they want to shove
my words back down my throat until I choked on them.
But for all those who want me to shut my mouth I have
got three times as many who want me to speak.
So speak I will. As long as I got something to say I will speak.
And only when I don’t have anymore to say is when I will
Shut My Mouth.
Take This Body
Take this body, my love,
my body, my love,
feel my knees and my arms,
feel my fingers on your hair,
cold fingers, sad fingers,
kiss my mouth, my love,
ever so gently
caressing my chest and stroking my hair,
play with it-whatever is left of it-
I'm sad, my love,
and as I hear you laugh,
I feel the water around my eyes,
my brown eyes, the eyes of a poet,
the eyes of a stranger-
I'm a stranger, my love,
I'm a stranger in a strange land
of secret kisses and lovelorn faces,
of cold bodies huddled together,
hiding behind stiff dresses
and tightly fitting jeans,
I'm a stranger to a kiss,
I'm a stranger to a moist mouth
and a playful tongue,
I'm a stranger to a warm breast,
I stand here bespectacled and confused,
scratching my scraggly beard,
forcing a faint smile-
there is so much pain, my love,
right here in the palm of my hand,
right here in the lump of my throat,
right here in the tightness of my chest,
I'm strung like an instrument
with shrunken testicles
and immobilized toes-
see me tremble, my love,
see me shed a tear
onto this dusty world-
I'm with you, my love,
I'm with you alone,
I'm with you in embrace
of tender passion,
I'm in love with you
and that's why
I'm full of
tears.
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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The Second Part: Misleading An Idea Like A Blind Man
my left hand touches the right side of my neck
rubbing it and then slides its fingers to my ear
i open my mouth to signify that i long for sleep
i put my hands on top of my unwashed hair
the day's schedule is hectic like the way a juggler pleases our eyes
i open my mouth letting the wall see my egg white
teeth and then i close my mouth again
sipping air inside my lungs
my eyes are like heavy clouds low to the ground
becoming fog to the grass
i am sleepy
but i do not want to sleep
i am teasing time since it has no
underwear
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Written With Love
I’d write you poems with my tongue
An epic or a classic
That flowed as seamlessly as your curves
From head to toe
From first line to fin
I’d trace delicate lines
Hold delicate words on the tip of my being
If only it helped you see
My feelings
On tanned molecules
Your flesh
I’d scribble about skyscrapers
I’d show you fireworks
With my mouth
I’d spin a tale better than Aladdin
And his magic genie
You’d be my Princess
The world would never know what came next
We’d be that intricate
Through the muscles in your chest
Beneath your breath
Deep under the generous mounds
Of your breasts
With my mouth
I’d reach your heart
Through cartilage and bone
It’s a chance I’d take without a second thought
I wouldn’t trade the pain
From what I’ve learned
For anything in the world
Loving you was never as difficult as it seemed
Only communicating the need
For truth
But I have a million dollars in pennies
To throw in all the wells
On my way to you
And with my mouth
I’d whisper each wish to your heart
Instead of trusting the wind
Just keep tight and I’ll let my eyes guide
In the dark
Just keep tight
I’ve let my mouth mutter the words
Three monosyllable little things
That change history
With my hands I’ve held pen to paper
And written you novels
Enough works to make Shakespeare proud
Enough to make a fool out of myself
For loving a woman
Like the forefathers
Like the classic heroes
Hopelessly
But if I had a moment now
I’d only run aged fingers over you
And whisper gently
Anything else would be a crime
Anything else would be our demise
With my mouth to your chest
I’d whisper to your heart
Of something so epic
It stands without definition
Of something so classic
We all long to find it
Even when its in front of our eyes
I’d whisper the secrets of the world unknown
I’d generate a friction so sweet
It would seem a fiction
With generous lips
I’d carve an epic
A classic
Seamlessly into your heart
Like my mouth would trace your curves timelessly
If only you loved me
poem by Alejandro Torres
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Olive Eater.
And oh
she said
she was always
saying that
he thought
watching her place
an olive in her mouth
and oh
she repeated
this is not
what I expected it
to taste like at all
and she licked
two of her fingers
one after the other
and quite sexually
he mused
sitting opposite her
in the French cafe
taking in
her bright eyes
and the openness
of her mouth
and the tongue licking
and she said
I thought it’d have been sharper
more exciting
more out of this world
and he thought
how simple she is
how childlike
in her expression
and in the way she utters
her words
and she looked at him
and said
what are you thinking?
What’s going on
in that bright brain of yours?
And he said
oh that would be telling
wouldn’t it
that would be
allowing you
into my head
and she laughed
and sat there
with her wet fingers
just before him
as she waited
to pluck another
olive off the plate
and he allowed his eyes
to settle like butterflies
on her breasts
just momentarily
just sufficiently
to drink in
the beauty there
and she said
do you want one?
Do you want an olive
to eat or suck?
No no
he said
and thought
I’d like another
fresh fruit
to touch
and pluck.
poem by Terry Collett
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Charles Carville's Eyes
A melanholy face Charles Carville had,
But not so melancholy as it seemed,
When once you knew him, for his mouth redeemed
His insufficient eyes, forever sad:
In them there was no life-glimpse, good or bad,
Nor joy nor passion in them ever gleamed;
His mouth was all of him that ever beamed,
His eyes were sorry, but his mouth was glad.
He never was a fellow that said much,
And half of what he did say was not heard
By many of us: we were out of touch
With all his whims and all his theories
Till he was dead, so those blank eyes of his
Might speak them. Then we heard them, every word.
poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson
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Mouth
You gave me this
made me give
your silver grin
still sticking it in
you have soul machine
soul machine
the longest kiss
peeling furniture days
drift madly to you
pollute my heart drain
you have broken at me
broken me
all your mental armor drags me down
nothing hurts like your mouth
your loaded smiles
pretty just desserts
wish it all for you
so much it never hurts
you have soul machine
stone at me
all your mental armor drags me down
we can't breathe when you come around
all your mental armor drags me down
nothing hurts like your mouth mouth
mouth
your mouth mouth mouth
your mouth mouth mouth
we've been missing long before
never found our way home
we've been missing long before
where we'll find our way
you gave me this
made me give
you have soul machine
broken free
all your mental armor drags me down
we can't breathe when you come around
all your mental armor drags me down
nothing hurts like your mouth mouth
mouth
your mouth mouth mouth
your mouth mouth mouth
all your mental armor
all your mental armor
and your mouth
mouth
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Rememberless
She fixed me with those large Devotion Eyes
my psyche paralyzed by those liquid lights
which reside there twinkle-flashing into me.
They read deep
until I have to reach to see
where inside those eyes have touched me
again.
She moved toward me
never looking away;
I'm hypnotized and she knows
I'll not be able to move or breath
until she reaches inside my personal space
inches away
from her juicy mouth
apple-red
and satiny.
My insides plead
for them to kiss me
but she
does not-
she bites my lip instead-
her breasts sailing into the harbor
that is my arms
abutting my wharf
anchoring;
her nipples spreading
into my slip;
ripples of her slow breathing
rustle from her cotton-candy mouth
dissolving mine;
my tongue now sugar sweet.
Her lips soften
slide gently into me
soft tongue to tongue
the two dancing.
I cannot move.
She inhales and all of my breath is gone.
I exhale across her collar bone
where my mouth dives to clef between;
rushing down to rounded-mound
and then to her sister one
and nipple taut
she breaths again
allowing it to blush-
becoming more erect inside my quivering mouth.
Each time
it is a kiss only;
only a kiss.
Each time
I remember
an instant late
before it all absorbs me again
each time consumed after first fixed
by those liquid eyes
and her candy mouth.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The Lovely Medic
i am not
drowning
she applies
mouth to mouth
resuscitation
i am not
dying
i have much air
in my lungs
but i am not the
kind of person
that refuses
a nice
offer
so here we go
again
mouth to mouth.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Mouth
my mouth
it can be a
canal to diseases
my mouth
it can be a cannel
to injustices
my mouth
it does not
say anything
eat anything
that may hurt me
and the world
my mouth i
use it to glorify
god and his creation
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Devotion Eyes
She fixed me with those large Devotion Eyes
my psyche paralyzed by those liquid lights
which twinkle-flash into me.
They read deep
until I have to reach to see
where inside those eyes have touched me
physically.
She moves toward me
never looking away;
I'm hypnotized and she knows
I'll not be able to move or breathe
until she reaches my inside personal space
inches away
from her juicy mouth,
apple-red
and satiny.
My insides plead
for them to kiss me
but she
does not-
she bites my lip instead-
her breasts sailing into the harbor
that is my arms
abutting my wharf
anchoring;
her nipples spreading
into my slip;
ripples of her slow breathing
rustle from her cotton-candy mouth
dissolving mine;
my tongue now sugar sweet.
Her lips soften,
slide gently into me,
soft tongue to tongue;
the two dancing.
I cannot move.
She inhales and all of my breath is gone.
I exhale across her collar bone
where my mouth dives to the clef between;
rushing down to rounded-mound
and then to her sister one
and nipple taut
she breaths again
and I make it blush-
becoming more erect inside my quivering mouth.
Each time
it is a kiss only;
only a kiss.
Each time
I remember
an instant too late
before it all absorbs me again;
each time consumed after first fixed
by those liquid eyes
and her candy mouth-
I stagger forth from it all
rememberless.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Eating Vesta
I reached out and pretended to take her nose
and she pretended that I had done so
laughed gleefully and ran away.
I chased her in the park we both falling to ground
and I reached out and pretended to pluck out her eyes;
she howled
grabbed her brow
saying
'What have you done with my eyes! '
I reached out
opened my mouth
and nibbled on her ear
munching gleefully
and she said in mock pain
'Ouch.'
She pinched my cheek,
a small handful
pretending to salt it
saying
'Delicious, '
followed by a gentle licking
at my open palm.
I took a bite of her and pretended to swallow
and she bit me back pretending to howl
in delight and glee
and ever so sweetly
took two of her fingers
and fed my mouth
saying:
'I want to be your girlfriend'
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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God's Gifts
GOD gave man two ears so that he might hear
Man's truth and also man's lies,
Then also to help man find his way
GOD then gave man two eyes,
Man was then given just one mouth
And also just one tongue
So he would tell the truth and not a lie
And he was gifted that, when he was young.
Two ears for man so he can hear everything
And two eyes for him to see without fail
One mouth and one tongue for the truth
But still from all these gifts; man fell.
poem by Randy McClave
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The Domestic Stones (fragment)
(Translated from the French by David Gascoyne)
The feet of morning the feet of noon and the feet of evening
walk ceaselessly round pickled buttocks
on the other hand the feet of midnight remain motionless
in their echo-woven baskets
consequently the lion is a diamond
on the sofas made of bread
are seated the dressed and the undressed
the undressed hold leaden swallows between their toes
the dressed hold leaden nests between their fingers
at all hours the undressed get dressed again
and the dressed get undressed
and exchange the leaden swallows for the leaden nests
consequently the tail is an umbrella
a mouth opens within another mouth
and within this mouth another mouth
and within this mouth another mouth
and so on without end
it is a sad perspective
which adds an I-don't-know-what
to another I-don't-know-what
consequently the grasshopper is a column
the pianos with heads and tails
place pianos with heads and tails
on their heads and their tails
consequently the tongue is a chair