Best Fillings Poems
It feels like the world
has been struck by a
plague of pathological lies,
where fictional truth
seems to sell better,
the allure of
imitation glistens
even brighter,
while superficial tongues
recite infected mantras,
praising slaves of Satan~
singing corpse lullabies.
And I can feel
my drained soul
descending
into darkness,
as this cathartic
sanctuary
slowly decays,
into odds and ends
of incessant numbness.
Spikes drive through
this splintered ribcage,
shackling my life force,
to silently bleed
in salvation.
I feel the scorching
iron ore entering
my splitting heart,
as they watch
the crimson flow,
mocking my
doomed empathy.
For kindness
is disregarded,
in a cynical world
that has no mercy,
falling into an
abyss of tears,
awaiting eternal sleep,
never to rise to
another devil’s trance,
whilst bleeding in
reckless reckoning.
I am the mistreated
mistress in misery,
stranded in the
midst of an
abandoned island~
cruising through
roaring waves,
in desperate hope
for butterfly bliss.
I trace
deadly deeds
in bloodstained
sea-castles,
pleading the lord,
to tether
the cold walls,
that hide all these
layers of brokenness.
Carvings of
chaos on my skin,
choreograph a
prodigious dance
of death,
commemorating
creased calm,
with prophetic
songs that
have no life.
For the coldest
breeze still
lingers in circles,
from the pits of
an out-burnt mountain,
reluctant to rearrange
dried up poison,
with their cape
of sentiments,
in cold refrains
and resentment.
Yet I question the
cosmic Peridots
scattered between
moonstones in
artless skies.
How can a poet
make the dead
seem beautiful again,
when musty maggots
are the only
fillings they would get?
Often I harken back
to a very wise poet,
how “life is but a stage”
of tender moments
splashed and splattered
by fierce jabs of passionate
heated rage
such opera the workings of
fallible human hearts~ such a
masterful organ still an infant
unwinding with tyrannic-like
stops and starts
Where would poetry be
without feeling words
and colorful flourishes?
Where? Without reckless splashes
on canvas wall and trampled over
floor – saturated flamboyant
brushes ever mixing and dabbing
seeking and grabbing smoothing and
rubbing out fillings satisfying
while definitions left
spatially wanting
for the poet draws as he writes
from wells deeper tributaries distant
less regulated winding streams of uncoagulated self
seeing one's soul somewhere between ignorance
and all knowing ever greater for its never finding
ever seeking ever flowing
Indeed “life is but a stage,”
every breath a potential scripted
unscripted page every exhale a new dissolve
for the air to take hold of and fly with
Never cheat ambient emotion
of heights and potential lows
Never set passion wastefully adrift
let the spirit give full body a heartfelt
push into uncharted always somewhat
perilous yet marvelous revealing lift–
Trying to get myself together,
I book my dentist appointment.
In the waiting room I sit.
Finally, they call me,
I sit on the all familiar dentist chair.
Looking up, the light shines on my eyes,
Giving my headache advancement,
I close my eyes.
Suddenly they speak of cavities.
“Would you like to get fillings today?” they ask.
Sure, I thought aloud.
They numb my mouth,
Nothing I felt, they asked me one more question.
“Would you like the gas to feel more comfortable?”
“Yes please”, I replied.
Next thing you know I am gazing off,
It leads to my mind wondering, I feel strange.
Images of all my emotions pop up,
They start to seem more real.
I am off into a deep sleep,
Me sitting in a chair carrying my son,
He opened his longing eyes,
My heart felt the joy of this dream.
I was rocking him so peacefully,
My little angel came to me in a deep sleep.
I wake from the drilling of my teeth feeling at peace,
The dentist told me of how peaceful I seemed,
Moreover, of how tired I must have been that I fallen asleep.
No idea they had of how restless I was,
Nor that I am a grieving mother who had just lost a piece of her heart.
I did not expect to had left the dentist feeling happy,
I had a vision a created memory that put me at peace.
Crazy you might think but I look forward to my next dentist appointment.
~My son Bael forever in my heart and if I’m lucky in my dreams he will visit me~
Summer rain, melting Arctics
and the lipids lining the nerves
in your brain. These are the metrics
of our times. Mere resolve
is not enough to take care
along the highway—you need wheels and prayer.
When you realize there’s no there there
that’s a scary day. End there.
August, the extinction is terrifying.
Quiet, too quiet. 100% humidity, not a single insect flying.
Summer morning, summer evening, sighing
the sighs of purgatory—grief without pain, death without dying.
I’ve chosen the safety of these mountains
and the beauty of their mists—such perfection
which anyone can have for the asking.
All you need to know is the names of things.
Conflict, coercion, war, strife.
Flying high in April, shot down over Germany.
Have a good day. That’s life. Fix yr brakes.
When I hit a pothole my fillings sing.
Anything’s possible, it’s impossible
to know what will happen until it’s happened.
You can’t know what you’re doing until it’s done
and even then you stare in wonder
unmoved yet moved by the stillness
a pure goodness, bone stillness, potential energy. You can practice it
in the city or the desert.
The wilderness or the mirror over your dresser.
To those who can not see what others do
smile...it's the best protection for any kind of day.
unlock those child like fillings we seem to let slip away.
compassion it's what so many in this world don't have.
know this is life, this is a gift not a right so just laugh.
s.u.c.k.
easy to say I know but look...really look
if you woke this morning is that not a reason
happy, mad, sad, or hurt,
we all fill it like a change in the season
we love we loss and we have we have not
alone because we made that way
in love for we want it that way
but all the pain it's not something we sought
your not alone, your not the only one, we all fill
tears washed over too many times before
if it didn't how would we find tears of joy
just look...we take so much for granted get up concur that hill
smile
unlock
compassion
know.
if you could change any thing would you
to be mean bitter magnifies difference's
who has more who has less
when it doesn't matter this morning it all started a new
the power we hold and so many don't know
is change if we don't like, if we don't want change it
it is no one fault you let it rule you, you let it grow into hate
mean people s.u.c.k. now just let it go.
A good dentist is hard to find
the treatments ok
it's the paying I mind.
The background music
makes me relax,
fillings, extractions
you just have the knack.
I'm glad that I don't need
to come back for a while,
And I'd just like to thank you
for giving back my smile.
Popcorn Silly
Popcorn salty, popcorn sweet
popcorn toffee, luxury treat
popcorn plain, popcorn simple
many sprouted me a pimple
Chew it slow, chew it safe
chew it fast, pull a face
make it last, make it linger
got one stuck on my finger
Hard kernels what I fear
bitten many, brought a tear
tum filled fillings - teeth now gone
popcorn has done me wrong
Popcorn never more I eat
upteen sits in dentist seat
new teeth, my gums await
soft foods always on my plate.
07.09.20
Touching hearts - did I just call him a ham, her a turkey,
another a chicken, as I directed them with smiles, my
humor-filled wiles. I resurrect, as I’m directed to hand
out love. This makes me generous…I generously give life,
not eternity…directing the elderly…I’m at the fringe,
to pick up their box (not the rectangular offing that will
contain a body with no breath, no soul). For now we all
eat, listen to the boss speak about the disenfranchisement
of belongings, the longing of some to rob the elderly
of their earthly goods. One thing we can be sure of
is to whom our soul belongs. Remember it will not be
in the box. It will go to a heavenly or very hot place.
We all make a choice…who will you serve…I serve the food.
The sandwiches are cold. The hearts are warm and expectant.
Hold the book in your open hands. Chew what is inside.
Don’t forget to savour each bite. There are two slices of bread -
the old and new. They go together nicely - the spread and fillings.
The blessing, touching hearts - faith holds it all together.
Faith in the totality of the revelation God has given. Abraham,
not to be confused with Abraturkey or Abrachicken (just
infusing a bit of humor in my serious sandwich), ahem…
Abraham was saved by faith and so are we when we follow
the path where God leads. We follow him to the cross, to
the grave, to the resurrection and ascension. We follow Christ
to Pentecost where the friends of Jesus were served
the Holy Spirit, like doves, like flames of fire. Likewise,
our choice to be baptized in the name of Jesus Christ.
Under we go, into His death…rising we go, into eternal life.
Back to my Senior Luncheon, serving lots of love, gratitude
in our hearts, ready to depart whenever God calls us. For now,
just leaving the parking lot. Leftovers in box, not me - thankfully. ;)
6/20/2023
Seasons come and go --
How ends the fillings?
Recycled we know:
rain back to the sky,
leaves to soil,
sandy runoff, particle
debris, for oysters to make
pearly luxuries --
snow on mountains
for short spell may stay
or a billion days may lay –
a store of time
in the icy clime
of glaciers,
and the earth
changes rotation;
sun, its incidence~
cooling and warming
inclination --
oceans where land,
land replacing sea --
doubtless, somehow
we will all meet again
when life
comes round
to eternity….
Two cans Apple pie filling
Half cup brown sugar
Half spoon cinnamon, nutmeg
Half spoon all spices
Two cups milk
Done!
For crust mix bisque and milk to
Make dough and roll it.
Cut circles by five inch lid
Deep fry and heat oil
About four minutes
Dust sugar
Yum!
Don’t like cooking? Then buy it
All say it’s tasty
But mind to eat properly
Lest it is messy
Pie makes one merry
Delicious
Pie!
If fed up with apple pies
Try other fillings
Apple crumb with cinnamon
Tastier tart cherries
Seedless dried grapes
Even beef
Pies!
+++
October 14, 2014
Form: Epulaeryu
Dr. Ram Mehta
Third Place Win
Contest: Plentitude of Pies by Sheri Freshonke Harper
Burning bodies, staring eyes.
Smoking chimneys, human cries.
Gas chambers for Jews to die.
Frozen corpses piled up high.
Electric wires inflicting pain.
Mass starvation, inhumane.
Old aged people, mental cases
Skin and bone with human faces.
Amputations, detrimental.
Unethical, experimental.
Too weak to stand, debilitated.
Left to die, emaciated.
Open graves deceased or not
Decomposing humans left to rot.
Undignified but freedoms there.
The stench of death was everywhere
Dentists practicing extractions
Gold fillings became distractions.
Unfed, unclothed, discrimination.
The master plan, extermination.
Eradication of a race.
Genocide, mankinds disgrace.
The Nazi party pursued their aim.
As the world averted eyes in shame.
10 / 15 / 2016.
Pancake is one of my favorite foods for breakfast.
Formulas are original or whole wheat.
A definition for pancake is a round, flat cake.
Its buttery aroma fill the kitchen.
To prepare pancakes, mix the ingredients in a large bowl.
Flour, milk, egg and oil are the principal components.
Mix the batter until it doesn't have lumps.
Fillings can be added as chocolate or fruits.
Heat the skillet or frying pan to a low frame.
Melt a pinch of butter over.
With a large spoon, pour a small amount of the batter
to form pancake.
Cook each side of the pancake until is golden.
Remove the pancake from the skillet or frying pan.
Pour all pancakes on a plate.
Add over pancakes maple syrup.
Eat the fluffy pancakes.
Nayda Ivette
9-9-2015
I come in for my check up.
"Sit down and open wide."
Now the time for truth.
There is no place to hide.
He peers into my mouth,
small mirror in his hand.
Poking here and there,
the bit i cannot stand.
"Open wider please."
I mumble a reply.
picking and a prodding,
i hear the Dentist sigh.
"Not to bad this time,
your not a sweet extremist,
but you must pay a visit
to the Dental plan Hygienist.
No fillings was the plan,
though i know he has the skill.
To keep it really painless,
but i just cant stand the drill!
An appointment is then made.
To have a scale and polish.
The build up of that tarter,
will have to be demolished.
My Mother will be pleased.
She is my judge and jury.
For when it comes to teeth,
she"s the original Tooth Fury!
Wrapped in dough like small flowers
Cuisine from the past
Filled fillings from all seasons
Stood the test of time
Sideline dish with tea
Ready for
Me!
Extractions are cheaper than fillings
But the dentist went mad with the drillings
So alas and alack
And a bucket of plaque
It cost me two quid; forty shillings!