re, My bodies missing pieces wheres its dentures? Sad is an sort of understatement, Cont
Porsche Alexus Newell

Warm hear-ted treasures obtained from clarity , This time its not considered a charity, I must reseal the trinity and organize my facility, Renew what has jumbled deep inside my database, Suppress my feelings that sit amongst the desk I currently face, I can feel tightness in my chest, Concentrating on breathing and positive feelings, Please someone draw me back down from the ceiling, Or maybe ill just observe from this perception, Taking in the vibes from inner reflections, True self exposed keeping my eyes open oso vividly, Your not welcome in my domain hostility, Invitations mailed to my dear friend serenity, This party is held everyday for eternity, I'm serving truth ultimately unlocking the chains, Spraying that peace in each others brains, Smells so delicious we all taste it, Few see it.. Tell yourself your happy since it sounds legit, Don't quit, Chewing the cure don't make me spit, Take my love but then ya split, This is all so strange isn't it? But it sure is one hell of an adventure, My bodies missing pieces wheres its dentures? Sad is an sort of understatement, Controlling my meaningful investments, So I thought, however I actually forgot, Still grinning and hits the right spot, I like you a lot.

with her dentures.
βέƦẙḽ Dṏṽ

When my mom died
I didn't quite know what to do
with her dentures.

If I buried them
with an apropos prayer
they would never decompose
and that would be an ecological sin.

If I stuck them in my mouth
I’d look like that creature  in Alien
with a double set of chompers
and that would be at once
an homage to the artist H. R. Giger
and a sacrilege like the doves
released from Pope's window
attacked by a black crow
(who everybody knows is Satan).

So I hid her dentures
on top of the Coke vending machine
at the Krispy Kreme on 2 Penn Plaza, NY
so mom could devour the heavenly view.
I imagine her impassioned eyes
glazed like an 'original' sinful doughnut,
her dentures munching like a wind-up toy
at the sublime sight of her favorite indulgence
that probably sent her to an early grave.

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Cori
Cori
Feb 19

If you’ve only ever smelled fir trees covered with freshly fallen snow-
then you haven’t smelled it.
It’s an acquired smell, for sure.
It comes just in between the whiffs of
mashed potatoes
mashed carrots
mashed peas
mashed turkey
hell, mashed ginger-ale for all I know. . .
Somewhere amongst that microwaved menagerie, masked with the smell of eau de toilette,
it lives, and smells sweeter the longer brown sugar bubbles on top of caramelizing yams.  

If you can’t smell it, maybe you can find it.
Not many can, or do.
It hides in plain sight, though.
A lost and found box with accumulated cobwebs - everything still unclaimed.
A flyer for free puppies that no one ever took because they were “too much responsibility.”
Maybe there aren’t enough seekers in this game of empty rooms and blank guest books.
But keep looking, until bingo prize hand-me-downs after school plays look like Oscars.
You won’t see it until it makes you believe that plastic Mardis Gras beads are Tiffany-blue boxes.

It’s not so much in the nose, or the eyes as it is in the endurance.
Endure the voiceless Glenn Miller until his brass bellows become her voice -
whispering “I love you”  to the effortless rhythm of “Moonlight Serenade.”
And imagine her,
swapping her orthopedics for black heels,
elegantly taking Pop’s hand as he helps her up from her wheelchair,
to join him for just one more dance.
Watch as they become the sepia-colored couple in every anniversary photo.
That black dress.  Those fake pearls.  
The crescendo of the band.
It’s hard to miss when it’s screaming at you.

re was a minister who ordered a pair of dentures. People wondered why his sermons got lo
Hilda
Hilda
Jun 10, 2013

There was a minister who ordered a pair of dentures. People wondered why his sermons got longer and longer. Finally they discovered he had ordered a pair of women's dentures.

Daft dawgs and dentures
alan nettleton
alan nettleton
Oct 5, 2013

Bevelled slick edges,
and reeaal eeaasy slopes.
Chilli dip wedges
with fresh artichokes.
Wanton loose wenches
and swivel hipped whores
Daft dawgs and dentures
and granddad - who snores.

with her dentures.
βέƦẙḽ Dṏṽ

When my mom died
I didn't quite know what to do
with her dentures.

If I buried them
with an apropos prayer
they would never decompose
and that would be an ecological sin.

If I stuck them in my mouth
I’d look like that creature  in Alien
with a double set of chompers
and that would be at once
an homage to the artist H. R. Giger
and a sacrilege like the doves
released from Pope's window
attacked by a black crow
(who everybody knows is Satan).

So I hid her dentures
on top of the Coke vending machine
at the Krispy Kreme on 2 Penn Plaza, NY
so mom could devour the heavenly view.
I imagine her impassioned eyes
glazed like an 'original' sinful doughnut,
her dentures munching like a wind-up toy
at the sublime sight of her favorite indulgence
that probably sent her to an early grave.

megan's dentures in a jar,
ioan pearce
Feb 16, 2010

valley mountains high,
cattle there to serve us,
rugged men are men,
sheep are very nervous,

megan's dentures in a jar,
pug face snoring porker,
drove llambo to his wellies,
the mountain mutton stalker.

valley commandos camouflage dress,
headband, wellies, wooly string vest,
llambo llewellyn up to the test,
heads for the hills searching his quest.

english may laugh,
and label us sinners,
while we shag sheep,
they eat them for dinners.

like dentures biting into a bar of toffee.
Icarus M
Icarus M
Apr 15, 2013      Apr 16, 2013

"I should," just sounds off,
like dentures biting into a bar of toffee.

Daydreams as sipping some froth,
out of your morning coffee.

Flying otters and mechanical beasts,
welcome to the rejection hotline over imaginary vibration.

Ice cream sandwiches and mushroom burger feasts,
a day does try some patience.

Red and blue smurf battles,
on blank and empty computer vision screens.

Nerves like snake rattles,
and nothing but imaginings.

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Yellow dentures gilding jaw.
Marshal Gebbie
Marshal Gebbie
Sep 14, 2010

Cigarette smoke whispers, writhing
Silently it tendrils up
From the glowing end in spirals
Pirouettes to cancers' cup.
Nicotine stained fingers tremble
Wrinkled, thin, arthritic claw,
Lips of carmine part to reveal
Yellow dentures gilding jaw.
Bacon breath of sour demeanor
Vacant eyes reflecting strain,
Hacking coughing greeting morning
Light another, kill the pain.
Silently the reaper beckons
Cavernous his grinning maw,
Welcoming the souls entrapped
In stultifying black tar gore.


Marshalg
Mangere Bridge
14 September 2010

 
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