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The Ripper Mar 2016
Pardon me if I stare too long
but your dentition
                              turns my thoughts
to dark craft
                       in my nooks and crannies
What did I just drop you ask?

Oh nothing
                       those are just my pliers
Lendon Partain Mar 2013
Do you wanna see my heart.
Look in my *******, eyes.
Do you want to hear it ripping, back and forth,
listen to my ******* blood throat.
My teeth constantly try to knife my myocardium to exhaustion.

Most people have to hold back their tongues with their dentition,
Or cloister their words with their cheeks,
Tucked inside near their palettes.

No.Not.Me.

I’m holding back the force of death,
The force of love.
And its all i can do to not **** every ******* soul.
All the hearts of men.
Coagulate inside this pit.
Empathy, destruction, lust, fervor for wanting.

A passion so burning, the sun dries up.
The molten hydrogen exhaust itself, and kicks and screams as it tries to nail its claws away from the cement as i come to ingest it.
It tries to escape me.

Do you want to see my love.
This cage cant hold it.

...

You will see my essence even with your ******* eyes gouged out.
I spill into the multiverse.
Slipping.Like.Space.
This is just about people being confused about my passion, excitement, and love for life.
above named orthodontist
   crowned specialist
   exemplary de jure by this dad
sans perfecting offset dentition

   of me daughter – shana – who had
quite noticeable gapped teeth –
   just the opposite when i was a lad
and pro bono courtesy

   of above named orthodontist –
   worthy of a regal pad
(okay perhaps i exaggerate just a tad)

performed prestigious dental skill with her band
of admirable merry technicians,
   who possess grand
ever so agile and gentle
   to affix and/or adjust with each hand

after countless visits
   viz number of years shifted closed spaces
   re: wide spaces did stand

brackets wired together where
   squarely rooted choppers stood askew
the completed effect = a priceless smile
   tooth thy punim – a beau
tee full young lady (this comment
   unbiased from me – math a ewe)
biological father of thine lass in question,
   where time flew

while transformation
   her dazzling smile grew
a changed ****** profile –

   admirable how maxillary masters did hue
artfulness to align mastication via calculus
   sans perfecting her bite they knew

thus this papa feels ever so thankful
   for prettifying mine offspring
with courtesy service per each appointment
   thee progeny i did bring

no matter that brackets broke loose –
   yes in some cases from chew wing
gum or eating hard foodstuffs  - fear of a skull ding
never occurred, whereby
   anticipatory anxiety expended 4 naught ting

mortis rigors of extraction,
   x-rays affecting dental precision
would be impossible without the decision
for the supreme doctor –
   who owned a schooled vision
to envision
vis a vis what provision

and necessary measures
   to manipulate dentition
   toward per mission
whereby maybe a minor revision
made to witness brilliant

   megawatt smile giving admission
of heightened sunny disposition
primed to embark on successful
   lip smacking dating expedition
anointing shana aubrey harris –
   who completed the biting inquisition.
(witch role an unavoidable mandatory phase)
that nowadays breaks the piggybank
   like a dropped fragile vase
you most likely nod assent if offspring  grown,

   or ponder new found challenge
   expectant motherhood costs of progeny
   take the following precendent all ways.

deux daughter desiduous teeth comprise
   sum total of forty milky pearl white
whereat each healthy tooth
   a miraculous bite size bit
   of jaw dropping wizardry to in vite
a tasty morsel to get chewed,

   until at some arbitrary time
   (incumbent on each individual biological clock),
   the second set thwart aside
   (or sometime literally override)
   these baby choppers right
fully as sought after treatures for the tooth fairy

   (oft time disguised as part  
   of canine corp) offer sterling sight
but fascinating as each replicated, punctuated,
   lacteal dentition adorned with a pulp,
   dentin, enamel, and cementum quite
a complex miniature edifice,

   or a more apropos metaphor fielding sprite
   would be a picket fence with important slats,
   and thus a challenging plight
arises when a child shows their mother or father
   gapped smile, and understands
   to place tooth under pillow at night

when quiet as a mouse (who to be honest
   create scratching sounds) the might
tee tooth fairy doth descend (nowadays
   resort to global positioning
   satelline application)
   to find their way without turning on the light

soundless and still as a dust mote
   feign being a knight
less to rescue a damsel, maybe
   one baby step ahead of her/his insight
expecting to disover a modest *** of cash,
   if stood on end, rather sizable in height

and essentially necessitating po' papa
   to take out a loan, or hope flight
   of fancy wish to win the lottery, which would exite
   self or spouse, but reality in league  
   with fickle finger of fate doth disappoint and delight
son or daughter boasting to classmates,

   how the rich tooth fairy (iz actually a faux pas
   sham shaman, dirt poor father, bled dry,
   whose coutenance (visible after break of day)
   reflects that of one who barely survived a catfight
with finances in tatters as if
   one money hungry toothless fairy took a bite.
Victor Esekwe Jan 2019
On your wooden rocking chair you now sit,
Staring into the image that lies in front of you.
Your eyes now dim you squint to get a good look.
As you stretch your neck for a better view, you hear it...
The creaking of your bones like an old rusted machine part.
Your body it's agility lost,
Your once white teeth now a canvas of brown and grey,
The Beautiful body you once had is now a relic of it's former self,
Those Brilliant ears now struggle to pick up the loudest of sounds.
Alas!... Old age is upon you my friend.
Suddenly you let out a smile,
As your wrinkled face and shining grey hair you behold in the mirror.
You...
Remember how you fell in love with the wife of your youth,
and had your first kiss.
Remember the moments that made you laugh,
and cry too.
Remember how you made your fair share of mistakes,
and beat yourself for it.
Remember the periods of uncertainty,
and how you had to decide.
Remember the times you had to push yourself,
and how you thought you couldn't do it.
Remember how you dared to dream,
and set out to achieve it.
Remember the turning points in your life,
and how they shaped you.
Remember the friends that stood by you,
and those who left.
Remember above all the legacy you have laid,
and how it's posterity will endure for generations.
Upon this your smile becomes a laugh,
Revealing your now incomplete dentition fully,
For the full picture of your life you couldn't see years back,
Had just played out in front of you and...
It was beautiful...
And totally worth all the seconds, minutes, months and years.
You clearly see how God never left you,
Now you laugh out with pure joy.
Old age is bliss.
Love God and keep his commandments,
This is the whole duty of man.
Old age is bliss, if only we prepare for it.
(***** dental deeds done dirt cheap,
yet...aye value, treasure, revere...those
loosely fading cutting edge com man
dubble size memories.)

(Witch role an
   unavoidable mandatory phase),
that nowadays breaks the piggybank
   like a dropped fragile vase
you most likely nod
   assent if offspring  grown,
   or ponder new found challenge
   expectant motherhood costs of progeny
   take the following
   precendent all ways.

Deux daughters desiduous teeth comprise
   sum total of forty milky pearl white
whereat each healthy tooth
   a miraculous bite size bit
   of jaw dropping wizardry in vite
tasty morsel to get chewed,
   until at some arbitrary time
   (incumbent on each

   individual biological clock),
   the second set thwart aside
   (or sometime literally override)
   these baby choppers right
fully as sought after
   treasures for the tooth fairy
   (oft time disguised as part  
   of canine corp) offer sterling sight,

but fascinating as
   each replicated, punctuated,
   lacteal dentition adorned
   with a pulp,
   dentin, enamel, and cementum quite
a complex miniature edifice,
   or a more apropos
   metaphor fielding sprite

   would be a picket fence
   with important slats,
   and thus a challenging plight
arises when a child
   shows their mother or father
   gapped smile, and understands
   to place tooth
   under pillow at night

when quiet as a mouse,
   (who to be honest
   create scratching
   sounds) the might
tee tooth fairy,
   doth descend (nowadays
   resort to global positioning
   satellite application)

   to find their way
   without turning on the light
soundless and still
   as a dust mote
   feign being a knight
less to rescue a damsel, maybe
   one baby step
   ahead of her/his insight

expecting to disover
   a modest *** of cash,
   if stood on end,
   rather sizable in height
and essentially
   necessitating po' papa
   to take out a loan,
   or hope flight

   of fancy wish to win lottery,
   which would excite
   self or spouse, but
   reality in league  
   with the fickle finger
   of fate doth
   disappoint and delight

son or daughter
   boasting to classmates,
   how the rich tooth fairy
   (iz actually a faux pas
   sham shaman, dirt
   poor father, bled dry,

   whose coutenance
   (visible after break of day)  
reflects that of one,
   who barely survived a catfight
with finances in tatters as if
   one money hungry
   toothless fairy took a bite.
Finds muss elf facing Lenovo
     (external Macbook
     Pro screen) whoosh'n
with all manner
     of thoughts cascading,
     flowing and swoosh'n
thru ma mind like
     yoyo wing thoughts,

     whether right now
     aboot me late Russian
maternal grandfather,
     who made a
     lasting imp Prussian
though whose departure
     more'n deuce
     score years ago,

     nonetheless left
     many a question
on me boyhood
     memory, no matter
     he predominantly talked
     Yiddish with smidgen
of English peppering conversation
     with scant sprinkling of

     Anglo Saxon known to him
     despite crossing ocean
as a scrappy young lad,
     (and hightailing to America
     as a possible stowaway)
     for some notion
never told, hence I prevaricate
     whipping oop tall tales

     courtesy magic potion
of spellbinding words,
     not the least bit concerned
     freely falsifying any quotation,
cuz no paper trail
     extant for citation,
nor other medium survived
     attesting to birth family

     of said relation
     Morris (Moishe) Kuritsky,
     his near half century ago
     passing into oblivion,
     sans after major life mission
emigrating to Ellis Island
     bing faux scion of
     attending sewing spool

     as self taught
     harried styled swift tailor
     finding goo goo
     doll young bride
     (eighteen Earth orbitz
     round the sun his junior),
     she died during her late 50's
     (during early nineteen sixties)

     attributed to poor nutrition,
which definitely aggravated
     by poor dentition
tooth fully, not
     fondly remembered for

     doting o'er my mama
     (the last born)
     as favored offspring
     at psychological expense
     for beastly crush'n
life source of two eldest daughters.
Babatunde Raimi Sep 2019
A Cherry blossoms in it's time
It's a beauty of times and seasons
But yours is ageless and timeless
Like a dazzling mirage.

Atmospheric conditions changes
As by-products of optical illusions
Like the moon usually waits
To reflect the glory of the sun
But yours is not serendipitous
Your spark is programmed to shine till fade

Mojekwu's probability can be biased
The urn can be unfavourable to a ball
But the ***** in your eyes are blazing
They tell the story of beauty with brains

The reflection from that BMW
That shone across that chariot
Owned by that Happy
A Pharmaceutical colosus
Revealed your perfect dentition
The type found on enchantresses

If the world goes numb
Your voice will be all that is needed to hear
If the lights world over goes off
The sparkle in your eyes
Will be all needed to see

When meeting friends
You always know the beginning
Not the end
That is how Divinity programmed life
Even Augusta can attest to this

The refraction of light
Blazing from the heated skies
Have all pledged their loyalty
To you, a beauty Queen
The way other principalities
Bows to the presence of a Lioness

This work, written from the purerst of heart
Is just to let you know that
If i were an ocean
You will be my only pebble
If i be an Accountant
You will be my only Audit
If i be a Pharmacist
You'll be my only medicine

Someone tell me this is not real
Before i wake up from my slumber
That a dazzling mirage
Somewhere in her sacred heart
Smiles at an Author and a Life Coach
Whose pen is worthless
Without her "Yes"
Babatunde Raimi Nov 2019
I can't get it off
So, I choose to let it out
Those eyes, beautiful
Her dentition, sparking
She exudes intelligence
Our first real meet
Will I treasure till eternity
Thank heavens I found you

The way she gazes
Pierces through my heart
This unveils her innate beauty
I don't even know why
It is somewhat of a mystery
But I feel safe with you My Heart
Who knows, "Echi di ime"
"Onye ma ihie o ga mu"

Let's write a love script
Will you play the neck?
Let me be the head
Whithersoever the neck turneth
The head goeth
But this head, is just a head!
So, let's write a beautiful story
A story of our once upon a time

From thence I hear the sound
When the east and west mingles
The Output of the input becomes enchanting
I offer neither silver or gold
I may not even look it now
But i offer you true agape love
That which comes from the purest of hearts
And someday, it'll make sense

From the great scenery of Bahamas
The Colosseum in ancient Rome
To the romantic city of Paris
And down to Ikongosi water spring
We'll tie our love with multiple knots
And throw the keys to the bottomless ocean
For ours is for better for best
A story of love....

Come, let's paddle our canoe of destiny
Into a sweet journey unknown
We'll tumble and rumble
And learn great lessons
That together we are stronger
For our love will lead
Anchored in his masterplan
I love you like "Kilode"

If dreams come true
One day, just one day
I'll wake up in your arms
Sandwiched between your breast
Wrapped in your beautiful legs
And nothing else will matter
For you are my Rainbow
The one that gladdens my heart

This is a letter to my lover
The missing piece of my puzzle
Written with pens of gold, points of diamond
If this made you smile
It is because at this hour
I am rolling on my bed
With fond memories of you
Thinking about us...

— The End —