Best Gapped Poems

First hosting angels with God and son
Then I'd become a glimmer in my father's eye
Met my mother then I arrived
A babe with NO teeth
At age...

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Obsession is a disease!
That turns from one person to another.
Ruins one life after another.
Einstein had once rightly predicted
Way back that,
A day would come when obsession
Will...

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above named entitled african american orthodontist 
   crowned specialist exemplary de jure by this dad
sans perfecting offset dentition of me daughter – shana...

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Sharp teeth incising my neck, 
It's uncontrollably going on trek, 
Intimate vampire whom can't be seen,
From his wounded mouth slowly drip my flesh and blood,
Assasination...

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Dreamy nights by the river; my hair flowing against the cool breeze
I am embraced with my love in the moonlight.
Gazing at the city lights that...

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long, but a fast read!



“Grandma, please take us to the fair,”
in unison, the grandkids pled.
The boy was 10; the girl, just 4.
“OKAY! Let’s hit the...

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(witch role an unavoidable mandatory phase)
that nowadays breaks the piggybank 
   like a dropped fragile vase
you most likely nod assent if offspring ...

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School

This notion falls on
through:
Every traffic light.
Every petty fight.
Every lonely night.
Every petty fool
Every lapsing rule.
Every pistol premise,
True.
Every laughing,
Gapped tooth fool.
Every me,’
Every you,
Even landlords,
Priests and tools
Are each...

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his jean jacket hangs waiting on the chair.
				his floor is littered with gum wrappers and scratched lyrics
and crumpled tube socks 
and little pieces of him.

i...

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(dirty 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...

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Your gun was as a beam of light
in the house; it split the haze 
of smoke and childhood, 
scored the jaw of the ceiling
into its...

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The clouds mirror in her eyes, shivers cascade through myself.
Lilies of the Valley cling to her hair, so golden.
Such beauty incomparable to everything Man itself...

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Giuseppe Abbati did interiors in oil.
The Window, open to outside, remains distressed
With rough serrated edges, checked with voids.
Time dried, these shrunken widths of planks have...

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The lost bell
That never would make a sound
Hopes fade, 
With the 
Tick, tick, tick, tick sound of the time
The temperature of the blood rises
I’m in...

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What is a missing eye,
If it is not mine?
Be strong,
It is not cause to cry
Nor an excuse to whine.

What is a missing tooth,
If it is...

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