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periodontal disease the bane
of **** Sapiens,
   and many a canine species
   such as Great Dane

or an alien pet smart tumblr trying to feign
bing the best faux pas footed friend
   to kind hearted primates of man kind,
   which latter perhaps an aristocratic
   Anglo Saxon overlord
   generously re pay hay'n

his/her diligent indentured serfs,
   and more importantly air
unlimited pro bono dental care
at Ivy League storied University of Pennsylvania

   School of Dentistry
   which demonstrably crafts aspiring
   reputable Dentists,
   many anon dis track did Engineer
or among other additional
   competitive uber pursuits

   nonetheless, said accredited blessed charges
   per this institution of higher learnin'
   paying back every single buck
renown for plethora of duck
quacking supremely smart graduated students
   drooling to bark out

   bone a fide intelligence fluct
chew waiting genius stratosphere
   comprising grueling vetting process
   scoring acceptance,

   a combination menu demanding
   eminent genetic luck
incorporating top notch
   flying colors and pluck

   initial pre admission screening interview
   (from prospective students
   leaving a positive first impression stuck
   thru rigorous quizzing presentation paces),

   which gauntlet on par with Olympic ardor  
   assiduously, modestly,
   swimmingly convincing board
   with collective listening ear
  
   comprising decision makers, judging fair
   how fated genetic sprig wrought
   (from imponderable hereditary blend his/her
   that above average intelligent head gear

to be applied at afore
   mentioned die hard lessons here
trials and tribulations didst ap pear
at timely juncture at me then young life

   when onset
   of periodontal disease didst rear
innocuously unbeknownst then,
   that...nada one tooth experts could spare
though grievously sad to bid teeth adieu

     now, tis gratitude these words
   pour favor at a tear
and second to none false teeth
   at age LIX doth veer
rill lee inspire this
   very satisfied patient
   February of 2018th year.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
back in the day
aye gladly placed trust
   asper resigned then questionable oral fate
   before hairs turned gray

joining high achiever pact (and pack)
to endure academic gauntlet
   divesting global incentive
   with alacrity, humility, tenacity
and thus this poetic disquisition

to pay homage to aspiring successful
   and alumni sporting ring of brass
aye honor within elite chattering class
   one significant summa *** laude graduate
   sum decades ago,

   perhaps reclining, reflecting, and reimagining
   latex  gloved gloved hands (now retired)
   'pon some tropical island paradise,
   or freshly mown grass

incognito with sun glasses
   revels Doctor John Brent
   perchance bred (bingo) begot astute lass
or lad exemplary instructing

   thru his own blood, sweat and tears
who (for x number of years)
   treated patients in an ever growing mass
sieve lee tending a family dental practice
   within Harleysville, Pennsylvania

asserted superb reference (on my behalf)
   via telephone to Doctor Montgomery
(aye presume) also enjoying
   his twilight phase (if alive - I hope).
refy Feb 2018
A wolf sits on the throne

By dragon’s breath it turned to stone



An old tale tells a story

Of a prophecy that brings eternal glory



Through unity, comes peace

Through love, war comes to a cease



Now death is ended, lives are restored

What there’s left but a great lord



Now come on dear let’s sing a song

Of ice and fire, all night long
Cecil Miller Feb 2018
I ain't no stranger to strangers.
I got a lot of love to give.
Can't see through to the back of the room.
When the lights go dim,
That's when the violence blooms.

The wispers carry on tension
Of the strings between the cans.
All the brows are down at me
And the words slash whenever they can.

But I've got one thing more
Than anybody with giddy grins
On their plastic faces
And their squared-off chins.

I've got life.

I've got life.

I ain't no secrets to secrets.
Many have been mine to keep.
Heaven knows, I've been a few.
When they got back to their houses,
They wished away secrets they knew.

They scream to break the tension.
If they don't, they go insane.
They poison their faces,
Turn the keys and spill their brains.

But I've got something more
Than loose binds to convention.
I'm a prism of truth
From another dimension.

I've got life.

I've got life.

Even though they say they don't,
I know that they want to know
''How does the other half live?"
Lately I have been under the influence of punk and early new wave. Again.
all
of
this
you'll know
that
i love you
that's what
you'll get
when
you
get
this
?













...
..
.
me
for
the
wrong
answer
she
left
with
an
question
?













­...
..
.
BD Rohrer Jan 2018
Got
i got silver
i got gold
i got a deal
i got sold
i got a lifetime
i got the world
i got a lot
i got no soul
and it all comes down
what was and never found
hidden in a mask
conformed under mass
i got power
i got luck
i got drugs
i got struck
i got strength
i got brains
i got pills that keep me sane
Anonymous Nov 2017
One day you'll wake up from the scream of your alarm clock.
You'll rise, despising every minute of it as you dress and brush your teeth.
You'll kiss her goodbye and head out for the 30 minute commute to a job you hate.
You'll sit at your desk, watching the clock while your boss breathes down your neck about numbers for an annual report.
Five o'clock will hit and you'll sigh because the drive back is always a *****.
You'll come home to her waiting for you, tell the kids to listen to their mother.
Dinner is meatloaf, her parents want to come visit next month.
You can't watch the game because The Voice is still on and, you promised the kids you'd let them play video games for half an hour before bed.
By the time ten rolls around and you've finally gotten to see the last inning of the game, you'll be called to bed because she's got an early morning and doesn't want to wait for you.
It's Wednesday so you have mediocre *** and when you finish, you still feel incomplete.
She'll clean up and come back to bed, only to fall asleep within minutes.
You'll stare at the ceiling.
You'll wonder why you felt off today as you drift off into sleep.

But you'll wake up at 2am.

You'll jolt into consciousness and know why today just wasn't right.
You'll still know the touch of my face, the warmth of my arms, and the heat in my glare.
You'll know I was the one that got away.
And I swear, you will regret it.
In a nutshell you are the ocean
And I am a toy boat
Caught in the waves
We collided and I was sent rolling . . .
Rolling
MDMA, lovers speed
You taste good but you could **** me
My personal brand of ectasy
Or maybe you're LSD
You changed me
The chemicals in my brain
Will never be the same
I'm stained
Acid psychosis
Too many doses
But what I like most is
You running through my veins
I marked the needle with your name
You're the flame under the spoon
One pin-***** takes me to the moon
It's over too soon
Then I'm jonesing
Can't stand to be alone see,
But time is pretty crystals
A quarter is too pricey
Days go by and I'm spun out
Strung out
Hard to find time when the sun's out
What can I say, I guess I'm a ******
Losing my mind when you leave me
But the high is like no other
We might **** each other
It's out of control
But your eyes are the color of my soul
And I want you to stay
****, please don't walk away
Just one more hit and I'll be there
Don't go, just say you care
And I'll keep nodding
Brain rotting
Veins buzzing
That good loving
*I need you
july hearne Nov 2017
the thoughts are never capable
so the clothes are always too tight
with short lived pauses of too big
once they have stretched out of shape

the unemployed summer has passed
the moths and their stealthy summer nights
live on
every sweater has three holes in the exact same places

life is never where you want it to be
as you live it wearing chewed up old sweaters

well that's misspent for you
sewing them holes up with the wrong color thread
waving hello to what ever is left
something about embarrassment no longer being a deterrent
"you may not have a car at all...


Diamond in the back, sunroof top
Diggin' the scene
With a gangsta lean"
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