The Mouth
A mouth will betray you it doesn’t hide
Your deepest wants or dark desires
Truth or dare or lets just see
A scarlet tinctured gash swearing profanities
Pink rose bud singing words pure and sweet
Luscious peach that makes you bow and weep
A yellow stained pot of putrid breath
Dripping red gloss leaving stains of pain
Pale nude dry rough as sand paper
Devoid of knowledge, lovelife or caper
Lizard licking trickery devious intent
A whisker and lipstick so seriously bent
Wit and intellectual spiels from thin lines
Passions full lips tantalize and entwine
Toothless gobs muttering verborrhea
The perfection of a model’s leer
Newborns purity precious unique
Virgin angelical a life to seek
Natural lips that outdo rose red
With the morning dew of lovers fed
The mouth is your story or fantasy
Of who you really want to be
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This is fantastic. It had my mouth stretched tight across my face and curled upward in the corners? Strange. My eyes however raced across the next line eager to be shocked or soothed by your sweat and sour, contradictive, juxtaposed, brilliantly composed poem. I am going to direct a friend of mine to this poem. I think you’ll have a new fan as soon as he gets wind of this.
Bravo my Australian friend.
I hope you are well, apologies for my lack of activity, my plate is little less full and so maybe I can return to my writing. Watch this space kid,
HG
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Thank you dear Henry! I was happy with how this poem progressed. I too have an overflowing plate with a stressful new full time job which allows very little time for my own self indulgence. I look forward to more of yours 🙂
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I really cannot express just how good I think this poem is. I wish I could more than like it. I hope you can continue to find time to write these little pearls of poetry. I think I need them, 😋
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I wish I too could drag some more out. Working full time really dulls my creative energy somewhat. I almost feel the sodden clump of my brain merely pulsing with life after a day at work.
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Your inner creator will endure, trust me. The soul crushing machine of society cannot tame it. It is tameless.
🤘rock on
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delightful … 🙂
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thank you 🙂
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Your words are undoubtedly profound
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thank you so much 🙂
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Much deserved 😀
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blushing now 🙂
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Reblogged this on jamosunPT and commented:
good poem
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Thank you for finding and following me, I will follow in return
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Youre welcome
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