Gullets Poems - Poems about Gullets

...Here, at The Restaurant at the End of the Universe, Poetrysoup is on the menu! And to save our sacred website, perhaps the world ... We must entertain and enter vague conspicuous contests ......

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... “taste” … she whispered making sure the “s” lingered on her tongue like syrup … I needed no instruction, but her plea was proper music, nonetheless prelude to pleasurable murmurings from b......

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...I choose to eat outside because it's cataclysmic in there. In the cafeteria where they perch on plastic -chairs chirping away in flock hysteria. Frantically peck-pecking away the crumbs tos......

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...On a fine April day, set out in the great cruise ship, Titanic, Into the pelagic waters of Atlantic, with the weather alluringly sweet. Plush it was with beaming fellow travelers and amenit......

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...Once, this hollow in a washed up fish head held an eye. Now it's just a skull, an escapee from a crab pot where it hung as bait to attract a wandering claw. I cradle it in my hands, its fle......

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...What crashes into them is the oceans voice beheaded. Seabirds skim upon verge and crest, a green swell of rise and fall. Open mouths trawl the air then plunge into a rising wave to scoop a ......

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...When life seems an arduous desert trek When black blizzards sweep past us When our gullets stick like plastic with no moisture It is then we look for God- our oasis We wonder where he is ......

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...They struggle to the waves on floppy leather wings. So very many are picked, then tossed up and back on a sheer-beaked razor edge into a gull’s throat. Did one escape in the frenzy? Hard t......

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...Maybe a serial killer, the crows cawed to each other. This was agreed upon by the vole and the vole’s mother. I think he’s just a great horned owl, a good guy, I said. However, I did not know all ......

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...A gale on the edge of sleep, a night horse, black fire blown through wind-hollowed lungs. A tempest in the ringing shell of self where sleep slopes down. The mind has miles --- a long fores......

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...I see it in cubes cast And chiefly featuring in breakfast; In Bread and cake harboured And in plantains and cereals honoured… Also in my tea that would gullets pass through, Its presence in oa......

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...The gulls are low, not skimming, but surfing spray just above the rise and fall of crests. Beaks scythe and catch tracking troughs. They seek the in-between fish thrown between tumb......

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...IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY… VII If ever I had a country And if ever I were the Keeper of the keys to the Treasury I'd invite all the tramps from every contree To weigh ......

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...Lmerick crochetés : Once a Teacher who didn't like school Once a Teacher who didn't like school Since his kids kept calling him a fool Wished to do himself in Lost control of discipline All......

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...Who would feed the cubs? Those that shall one day be scrubs, The land that hurts but weaken, The life of the poverty stricken, Who would shelter the pullets? With tongues spinning spits of fea......

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