#maw - Hello Poetry

Privilege by Michael R. Burch This poem is dedicated to Harvey Stanbrough, an ex-marine who has written eloquently about the horror and absurdity of war in "Lessons for a Barren Population." No, I will never know what you saw or what you felt, ****** into the maw of Eternity, watching the mortars nightly greedily making their rounds, hearing the soft damp hiss of men’s souls like helium escaping their collapsing torn bodies, or lying alone, feeling the great roar of your own heart. But I know: there is a bitter knowledge of death I have not achieved, and in thankful ignorance, and especially for my son and for all who benefit so easily at so unthinkable a price, I thank you. Published by Romantics Quarterly, Poetic Reflections and Poetry SuperHighway. Keywords/Tags: Vietnam War, maw, mortars, rounds, souls, escaping, bodies, corpses, death, heart, roar, bitter, knowledge, thanks, thank you, service, honor, duty, courage, bravery, heroism, patriotism

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Apr 11, 2020

Apr 11, 2020 at 5:26 AM UTC

michael-r-burch

Privilege

Privilege by Michael R. Burch This poem is dedicated to Harvey Stanbrough, an ex-marine who has written eloquently about the horror and absurdity of war in "Lessons for a Barren Population." No, I will never know what you saw or what you felt, ****** into the maw of Eternity, watching the mortars nightly greedily making their rounds, hearing the soft damp hiss of men’s souls like helium escaping their collapsing torn bodies, or lying alone, feeling the great roar of your own heart. But I know: there is a bitter knowledge of death I have not achieved, and in thankful ignorance, and especially for my son and for all who benefit so easily at so unthinkable a price, I thank you. Published by Romantics Quarterly, Poetic Reflections and Poetry SuperHighway. Keywords/Tags: Vietnam War, maw, mortars, rounds, souls, escaping, bodies, corpses, death, heart, roar, bitter, knowledge, thanks, thank you, service, honor, duty, courage, bravery, heroism, patriotism

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Deep within the bowels of the Earth immensely distant from the sheltering sky amidst a thick fog enveloped landscape with here and there a projected craggy, derelict chasm precipitously crooked pointing toward an infinitely wide yawning abyss dwelt kindred spirits comprising a soul asylum where grateful dead (albeit marked via weathered tomb stones) hermetically sealed once vibrant corporeal mortals betook their eternal slumber One among their number included a misanthrope who sported long straggly hair bushy eyebrows shielding cold eyes of steel straggly bearded clammy chin in tandem with a hairy body which when alive (long time ago) upheld upon unshod feet a severely hunchbacked ****** Within dense pitch-black terrain (Mother Nature enlisting a menagerie of life forms accustomed to hellish environment) awash with unrecognizable alien sights and sounds mollycoddling bewitching warlocks, mailer daemons, imps of the pervert chieftains, fiery long and fostered Golems who called underworld their private demesne also alluded to Marcy's playground holding hostage Alice in Chains Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, The Beastie Boys, The Human League, and Village People a Crowded House Emitting wisps of ethereal matter appearing a small medium at large chat snap ping, flickr ring indeed joyus minions exalting piety a plenti Prone ounce sing proud purgatory promoting protean phantasmagoria hideous hulu hoop dancing holograms highly distorted grotesque silent screaming sinister banshees slithering across escarpment.

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Jan 20, 2018

Jan 20, 2018 at 3:45 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

An Image Of The Netherworld Envisioned By A Misanthrope

Deep within the bowels of the Earth immensely distant from the sheltering sky amidst a thick fog enveloped landscape with here and there a projected craggy, derelict chasm precipitously crooked pointing toward an infinitely wide yawning abyss dwelt kindred spirits comprising a soul asylum where grateful dead (albeit marked via weathered tomb stones) hermetically sealed once vibrant corporeal mortals betook their eternal slumber One among their number included a misanthrope who sported long straggly hair bushy eyebrows shielding cold eyes of steel straggly bearded clammy chin in tandem with a hairy body which when alive (long time ago) upheld upon unshod feet a severely hunchbacked ****** Within dense pitch-black terrain (Mother Nature enlisting a menagerie of life forms accustomed to hellish environment) awash with unrecognizable alien sights and sounds mollycoddling bewitching warlocks, mailer daemons, imps of the pervert chieftains, fiery long and fostered Golems who called underworld their private demesne also alluded to Marcy's playground holding hostage Alice in Chains Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, The Beastie Boys, The Human League, and Village People a Crowded House Emitting wisps of ethereal matter appearing a small medium at large chat snap ping, flickr ring indeed joyus minions exalting piety a plenti Prone ounce sing proud purgatory promoting protean phantasmagoria hideous hulu hoop dancing holograms highly distorted grotesque silent screaming sinister banshees slithering across escarpment.

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Come on buffalo, Open your mouth, Of your oral cavity, Let us collect some tissue, And let us collect some saliva too, And then we test for some trefoils, Fingers crossed – let the expression be true. It has got to be there, We know it for humans, But of buffaloes, we know not, Let us perform a preliminary study, There has not been much research, There is just a foggy, hazy oversight, Scientific charm – the expression is positive. Molecular markers in the electrophoresis unit, Mixed with a visualising dye – the ETBR, Yes, they will dance positively as expressed, Against 400 base pairs expressed are the TFFs, Tough to master this technique moderately is, We have to take numerous precautions, Especially with the poisonous visualising dye.

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Feb 5, 2017

Feb 5, 2017 at 5:37 PM UTC

Atul

My Buffaloes Now Say Mawww

Come on buffalo, Open your mouth, Of your oral cavity, Let us collect some tissue, And let us collect some saliva too, And then we test for some trefoils, Fingers crossed – let the expression be true. It has got to be there, We know it for humans, But of buffaloes, we know not, Let us perform a preliminary study, There has not been much research, There is just a foggy, hazy oversight, Scientific charm – the expression is positive. Molecular markers in the electrophoresis unit, Mixed with a visualising dye – the ETBR, Yes, they will dance positively as expressed, Against 400 base pairs expressed are the TFFs, Tough to master this technique moderately is, We have to take numerous precautions, Especially with the poisonous visualising dye.

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Here's a lesson and I ain't messin never touch my Smith & Wesson

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Jun 8, 2016

Jun 8, 2016 at 2:36 AM UTC

maw-maw-sez

Maw Maw Sez #7...

Here's a lesson and I ain't messin never touch my Smith & Wesson

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Stuck in the maw You put yourself in All this pain you have Is self inflicted Stop abusing yourself so much You're wincing out the Dutch And being the opposite of clutch Pain shouldnt constantly be by slapping yourself emotionally and physically Its the last thing you want from your bucket list

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Apr 17, 2016

Apr 17, 2016 at 3:19 PM UTC

peter-r-hamilton

Maw

Stuck in the maw You put yourself in All this pain you have Is self inflicted Stop abusing yourself so much You're wincing out the Dutch And being the opposite of clutch Pain shouldnt constantly be by slapping yourself emotionally and physically Its the last thing you want from your bucket list

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If only luck would up and show fortune for the fortunately clinging on, those blessed with life though impetus bent for one toe only touching the floor with a venomous claw for virulence and love both impediment to the **** we gnaw if only luck would wind a boot to the fortunately clinging on those blessed with life only danger dismissed with no teeth fortune for the titanic maw

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Jul 19, 2015

Jul 19, 2015 at 7:52 PM UTC

wren-djinn-rain

Clinging On

If only luck would up and show fortune for the fortunately clinging on, those blessed with life though impetus bent for one toe only touching the floor with a venomous claw for virulence and love both impediment to the **** we gnaw if only luck would wind a boot to the fortunately clinging on those blessed with life only danger dismissed with no teeth fortune for the titanic maw

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I see nothing staring into the gaping maw of this relationship. No teeth. No dangling tonsil. No lolling tongue. Just empty space ... and a foul smell. Putrid like the teeth left holes ripped out root and all and festered. Hot and wet and fogging up my glasses bringing tears to my eyes. I wrinkle my face in confusion, frustration. I am not going to just sit back.. but that is what you are expecting... and maybe what you want. So, I will sit agape at the mouth we've rendered toothless; a union unable to speak or eat or grow. Just watch and wait even in agony or anger. I've got time enough to decide if we can heal this or put it down... like a lame horse a dog with a twisted stomach a bad habit. I'm more patient, more able, more changed. I'm more than you realize.

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Aug 4, 2014

Aug 4, 2014 at 10:45 PM UTC

aubrey

Mouth

I see nothing staring into the gaping maw of this relationship. No teeth. No dangling tonsil. No lolling tongue. Just empty space ... and a foul smell. Putrid like the teeth left holes ripped out root and all and festered. Hot and wet and fogging up my glasses bringing tears to my eyes. I wrinkle my face in confusion, frustration. I am not going to just sit back.. but that is what you are expecting... and maybe what you want. So, I will sit agape at the mouth we've rendered toothless; a union unable to speak or eat or grow. Just watch and wait even in agony or anger. I've got time enough to decide if we can heal this or put it down... like a lame horse a dog with a twisted stomach a bad habit. I'm more patient, more able, more changed. I'm more than you realize.

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