"doublemint" poems - Hello Poetry

Fig Newton Vanilla Wafers Like sand through an hourglass The smell of Doublemint Wrigley’s Gum that lingers in the air like Your poltergeist hanging on a string Chicken and dumplings Christmas at your place There were so many pictures and Do you remember me anymore? Quicksand neurons coughing up Phlegm and congestive heart failure Diabetic membranes hooked up to pacemakers You’re kidneys were caustic waste bins And you ****** yourself Cancer Cancer Don’t shut your eyes ***** and hypertension Hyperventilation My mother is crying I’m crying Don’t die Please don't die "She’s not responding" "Somebody say something" Amazing Grace Amazing Grace

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Sep 25, 2013

Sep 25, 2013 at 2:00 PM UTC

scott-howard

How Sweet the Sound

Fig Newton Vanilla Wafers Like sand through an hourglass The smell of Doublemint Wrigley’s Gum that lingers in the air like Your poltergeist hanging on a string Chicken and dumplings Christmas at your place There were so many pictures and Do you remember me anymore? Quicksand neurons coughing up Phlegm and congestive heart failure Diabetic membranes hooked up to pacemakers You’re kidneys were caustic waste bins And you ****** yourself Cancer Cancer Don’t shut your eyes ***** and hypertension Hyperventilation My mother is crying I’m crying Don’t die Please don't die "She’s not responding" "Somebody say something" Amazing Grace Amazing Grace

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some connections can't be adequately explained freezing wind and gilded ceilings, mousy brown roots on bubblegum hair keeping a scarf in place is too hard, and staying inside is too easy (the bottom has cobblestones) why is there is only such thing as effortless when the air is cold enough to burn? (the best veins are beneath the lids of my eyes) if footsteps don't echo there's neither point nor interest menthol, sorbitol, glycerin, xanthan I exhale mint when I breathe in the world.

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Dec 7, 2014

Dec 7, 2014 at 4:07 AM UTC

miriamblaylock

doublemint

some connections can't be adequately explained freezing wind and gilded ceilings, mousy brown roots on bubblegum hair keeping a scarf in place is too hard, and staying inside is too easy (the bottom has cobblestones) why is there is only such thing as effortless when the air is cold enough to burn? (the best veins are beneath the lids of my eyes) if footsteps don't echo there's neither point nor interest menthol, sorbitol, glycerin, xanthan I exhale mint when I breathe in the world.

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Oh look! A tree! It's beautiful! Nature! Green! The breeze blows! Look at those leaves! Look at the beauty of God's work! The magnificence! The wood! The fruit! The flower! The knothole! The...gum? There's gum in the knothole? There IS gum in the knothole! Doublemint! Pennies and figurines too! Who would do such a nice act? Oh... Right... Him... The one hidden within. He must really be misunderstood. I wish we could meet him So we would know the real him.

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Feb 18, 2016

Feb 18, 2016 at 12:51 AM UTC

hans-dytian

Tree

Oh look! A tree! It's beautiful! Nature! Green! The breeze blows! Look at those leaves! Look at the beauty of God's work! The magnificence! The wood! The fruit! The flower! The knothole! The...gum? There's gum in the knothole? There IS gum in the knothole! Doublemint! Pennies and figurines too! Who would do such a nice act? Oh... Right... Him... The one hidden within. He must really be misunderstood. I wish we could meet him So we would know the real him.

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Resilient and sturdy you fight on, because it's all you really know Brilliant and ***** the day bright, and the wind continues to blow Where once you were caged with an alcoholic rage 55 years of sobriety waged performed on life's stage So many brushes with death, But you never fell from Grace She was there to give you breath Right time and the right place Tough as a turtle's shell, So firm and coarse Pick me up after I fell No belief in divorce Drive like a bat out of hell Kicked like a horse You're not my parents you can't tell me what to do Are the four year old words I once muttered to you Wrigley's Doublemint gum always, I'll take half a stick Even down pneumonia's hallways, can't keep you sick I've traveled far and wide through this glorious nation But Thank god that I made it for our last conversation You were as sharp as a knife up until the very end You Rejuvenated my life and my time left to spend A man of integrity, vigor, humor, and who stuck to his vows Even when his ignorant grandson tried to round up his cows Any day turned into an extra two weeks to no one's surprise One last Easter sunday appropriately on the day of the rise "Follow the leader" you said merging smiles with our cries Grasping your hand I realized from my last look in your eyes That the turtle shell may pass but your spirit never truly dies "Take me up I'm ready to go" The very last words you said The best George I'll ever know And now we must forge ahead Your soul has only begun to grow Heaven is glad we think you're dead

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Apr 11, 2013

Apr 11, 2013 at 4:51 PM UTC

drifton-a-way

Breath...less

Resilient and sturdy you fight on, because it's all you really know Brilliant and ***** the day bright, and the wind continues to blow Where once you were caged with an alcoholic rage 55 years of sobriety waged performed on life's stage So many brushes with death, But you never fell from Grace She was there to give you breath Right time and the right place Tough as a turtle's shell, So firm and coarse Pick me up after I fell No belief in divorce Drive like a bat out of hell Kicked like a horse You're not my parents you can't tell me what to do Are the four year old words I once muttered to you Wrigley's Doublemint gum always, I'll take half a stick Even down pneumonia's hallways, can't keep you sick I've traveled far and wide through this glorious nation But Thank god that I made it for our last conversation You were as sharp as a knife up until the very end You Rejuvenated my life and my time left to spend A man of integrity, vigor, humor, and who stuck to his vows Even when his ignorant grandson tried to round up his cows Any day turned into an extra two weeks to no one's surprise One last Easter sunday appropriately on the day of the rise "Follow the leader" you said merging smiles with our cries Grasping your hand I realized from my last look in your eyes That the turtle shell may pass but your spirit never truly dies "Take me up I'm ready to go" The very last words you said The best George I'll ever know And now we must forge ahead Your soul has only begun to grow Heaven is glad we think you're dead

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Beyond the reaches of my memory Through fading, rotting past I will climb down the ladder Her mouth tasted like Doublemint gum Her favorite kind, I made it mine How many times? So many times We traced the shapes of our lips with our tongues Like a man gone blind, I still know hers well And the soft, sweet difference Between the bottom and the top One at a time, I took them in my mouth To savor, none in the world Quite like them Faces dangerously close I had to shut my eyes Or else find my soul Drowning in the infinite pool Of her irises (A baptism half complete) The reflections in her pupils Were too much mirrors I could never bear Because they showed me worth loving Because they showed me with wonder Because they showed me worth saving Worth healing with love All the while I knew better But I saw her with passion And I saw her with greed I saw her with wanting I saw her with need I saw her as savior The meaning of life Never once thinking... It's time I climbed back up this ladder Back with this moment I've stolen from her A diamond I've dug up from the sands of forgetfulness Hard as the heart she left beating Hard as the heart she left bleeding

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Sep 20, 2010

Sep 20, 2010 at 6:28 AM UTC

james-arthur-casey

Doublemint

Beyond the reaches of my memory Through fading, rotting past I will climb down the ladder Her mouth tasted like Doublemint gum Her favorite kind, I made it mine How many times? So many times We traced the shapes of our lips with our tongues Like a man gone blind, I still know hers well And the soft, sweet difference Between the bottom and the top One at a time, I took them in my mouth To savor, none in the world Quite like them Faces dangerously close I had to shut my eyes Or else find my soul Drowning in the infinite pool Of her irises (A baptism half complete) The reflections in her pupils Were too much mirrors I could never bear Because they showed me worth loving Because they showed me with wonder Because they showed me worth saving Worth healing with love All the while I knew better But I saw her with passion And I saw her with greed I saw her with wanting I saw her with need I saw her as savior The meaning of life Never once thinking... It's time I climbed back up this ladder Back with this moment I've stolen from her A diamond I've dug up from the sands of forgetfulness Hard as the heart she left beating Hard as the heart she left bleeding

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Your lips were so small against mine Slick, soft, slippery, alive Pulsating imperceptibly Sticky, sugar, chewing gum spit The taste of children's wine Ambrosia, Spanish fly kisses Sweeter than old bones can stand Electricity that forces eyelids shut Shocks, sends spiraling Into another dimension with you alone Joined together, flying or falling free We made a Heaven out of nothing at all Ruled the darkness and named it "light" Let it shine on our naked souls Pressing against denim, moistening cotton and silk I slightly opened my eyes to steal a peek To see if yours were closed To see the roundness of the orbs Indeed sheathed beneath thin skin I traced those small lips with my tongue As if to gauge their width I kissed your cheeks, your nose, your eyes But always back to those lips How many hours lying there Did I taste the Doublemint gum That was somewhere in your mouth? And pushed the candy to the side Whenever it got in my way I woke up when I sensed the change Peppermint grotesquely morphed Into stale tobacco Thirty years came crashing in Memories of plans abandoned Empty prayers, empty mouths Good times, bad times But never that Heaven again Whose to say you'd be the same Had things not changed, had you remained We are not the captains of our own destinies Our ships are fated to never again cross In daytime or night Perhaps you stopped loving me the hour in which you left My love for you died a slow and painful death In it's last years it barely had a pulse But I remember when that thing stopped beating It was when I found out you'd started smoking After you walked away And the thought of Doublemint and Marlboro mixed together Makes me sick

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May 19, 2016

May 19, 2016 at 8:07 PM UTC

james-arthur-casey

For Barbara, when she googles my name

Your lips were so small against mine Slick, soft, slippery, alive Pulsating imperceptibly Sticky, sugar, chewing gum spit The taste of children's wine Ambrosia, Spanish fly kisses Sweeter than old bones can stand Electricity that forces eyelids shut Shocks, sends spiraling Into another dimension with you alone Joined together, flying or falling free We made a Heaven out of nothing at all Ruled the darkness and named it "light" Let it shine on our naked souls Pressing against denim, moistening cotton and silk I slightly opened my eyes to steal a peek To see if yours were closed To see the roundness of the orbs Indeed sheathed beneath thin skin I traced those small lips with my tongue As if to gauge their width I kissed your cheeks, your nose, your eyes But always back to those lips How many hours lying there Did I taste the Doublemint gum That was somewhere in your mouth? And pushed the candy to the side Whenever it got in my way I woke up when I sensed the change Peppermint grotesquely morphed Into stale tobacco Thirty years came crashing in Memories of plans abandoned Empty prayers, empty mouths Good times, bad times But never that Heaven again Whose to say you'd be the same Had things not changed, had you remained We are not the captains of our own destinies Our ships are fated to never again cross In daytime or night Perhaps you stopped loving me the hour in which you left My love for you died a slow and painful death In it's last years it barely had a pulse But I remember when that thing stopped beating It was when I found out you'd started smoking After you walked away And the thought of Doublemint and Marlboro mixed together Makes me sick

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We tap-danced in Target Skipping up and down with Doublemint and Milky Ways Twizzlers and the bittersweet chocolate waltzes. We crouched in the corner Not to shoplift, just to talk Exchanging philosophy with paper towels And lead the paper plates through secrets. We walked on cracked sidewalks Chipped with the dubious glances of fate How many feet have wandered these streets And how few have really seen? We sat in the backseat As the brownish gray fields rushed by The setting sun stayed suspended in the sky Burning up the tired atmosphere. We drank mixed lemonade in chilled, clinking cups Front porch step afternoons Frosted glasses drained of sugary pink Summer expectations. When I wished innocently in February on One cold night saturated in body spray For friendship to be free I had no idea how lovely life could be.

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Jul 2, 2016

Jul 2, 2016 at 5:01 PM UTC

be-mccomb

Tap-Dancing In Target

We tap-danced in Target Skipping up and down with Doublemint and Milky Ways Twizzlers and the bittersweet chocolate waltzes. We crouched in the corner Not to shoplift, just to talk Exchanging philosophy with paper towels And lead the paper plates through secrets. We walked on cracked sidewalks Chipped with the dubious glances of fate How many feet have wandered these streets And how few have really seen? We sat in the backseat As the brownish gray fields rushed by The setting sun stayed suspended in the sky Burning up the tired atmosphere. We drank mixed lemonade in chilled, clinking cups Front porch step afternoons Frosted glasses drained of sugary pink Summer expectations. When I wished innocently in February on One cold night saturated in body spray For friendship to be free I had no idea how lovely life could be.

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I’m standing In the queue Awaiting for my turn In front of.. eh.. a girl Of someth about eighteen; To hip attached a canteen It dangles somehow attractive Am I a passive or an active Dunno A lot of groceries around The sterile bdzeeen of cash-registers click open The line behind me is growing But receding in front of me And that’s what only matters: To be Not the last, to have someone behind to back You; my turn at last; decide to take a Doublemint To cool my breath to conceal the reek of a beer; She beep-beeps my goods; slashes the throat of A machine with my card; return it to me and then leaves me be; and I leave

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Dec 3, 2019

Dec 3, 2019 at 12:27 AM UTC

s-i-n

Waiting in the queue

I’m standing In the queue Awaiting for my turn In front of.. eh.. a girl Of someth about eighteen; To hip attached a canteen It dangles somehow attractive Am I a passive or an active Dunno A lot of groceries around The sterile bdzeeen of cash-registers click open The line behind me is growing But receding in front of me And that’s what only matters: To be Not the last, to have someone behind to back You; my turn at last; decide to take a Doublemint To cool my breath to conceal the reek of a beer; She beep-beeps my goods; slashes the throat of A machine with my card; return it to me and then leaves me be; and I leave

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Before the revolution, I snuck into the capitol with a pocket full of Wrigley’s Doublemint and a ski mask. Lurking in their hallways after hours. Hiding in their aisles to find all their loose pens, I chewed gum and covered all the tips with Doublemint. The ***** money in a politician’s pocket will stick to their fingertips from all the sugar and spit. I stuffed the president’s inkwell with gum stick wrappers. Countless taxpayer dollars will pour into the pockets of Bic and Paper Mate because of my vandalism. Watch me take a bite from the budget and chew. While my comrades are in the streets taking tear gas and pepper spray my breath smells of peppermint and my bullets come in 35¢ packs. Pens get capped with dextrin and aspartame to snipe a signature from falling on the bill that signs your life away. I’m on the couch with my mask off flossing and watching C-SPAN, as the House collectively wastes hours scraping fountain pens and ballpoints. Looking at a government full of corrupt pearly whites, my head thrown back, I cackle like a mad criminal with a mouth full of cavities.

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May 27, 2019

May 27, 2019 at 7:35 PM UTC

madeline-hampton

Tooth Decay

Before the revolution, I snuck into the capitol with a pocket full of Wrigley’s Doublemint and a ski mask. Lurking in their hallways after hours. Hiding in their aisles to find all their loose pens, I chewed gum and covered all the tips with Doublemint. The ***** money in a politician’s pocket will stick to their fingertips from all the sugar and spit. I stuffed the president’s inkwell with gum stick wrappers. Countless taxpayer dollars will pour into the pockets of Bic and Paper Mate because of my vandalism. Watch me take a bite from the budget and chew. While my comrades are in the streets taking tear gas and pepper spray my breath smells of peppermint and my bullets come in 35¢ packs. Pens get capped with dextrin and aspartame to snipe a signature from falling on the bill that signs your life away. I’m on the couch with my mask off flossing and watching C-SPAN, as the House collectively wastes hours scraping fountain pens and ballpoints. Looking at a government full of corrupt pearly whites, my head thrown back, I cackle like a mad criminal with a mouth full of cavities.

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