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 of three I have some bones
Cartilages harden made of marrow
A babe first cut my tooth
On a chicken bone when left...

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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 make us the slaves of technology.
But its not obsession in techie world only
Obsession is present everywhere.
Obsession is omnipresent!
In other words...

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

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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 pinned to mortify the efficacy of an elite, 
My heart is gradually tearing from its position,  
Already,my fore limbs...

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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 reflect in his eyes felt like Christmas.
I could stay away together forever; he had given me the perfect gift.
He who...

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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 rows of endless caries
festered with the slightest grains of sugary hope

The dogs bawled a chorus
while you waved it like Hollreiser.
I...

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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  grown, 

   or ponder new found challenge 
   expectant motherhood costs of progeny 
  ...

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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 nowadays breaks the piggybank 
   like a dropped fragile vase
you most likely nod 
   assent if...

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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 road,” I said.

The nearest open parking space
was many yards shy of the gate.
We walked, engulfed in summer heat.
They didn’t care....

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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 a tenured
part of school....

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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 press my face into his pillow where his smell is the strongest.
his letter is clutched in my hand,
and i imagine...

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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 has witnessed.
Watching this joy radiate from her, impenetrable to the imperfect, I am thus complete.
Her gapped smile. Her hands. Feet....

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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 gapped apart.
Its hinges must have closed some dismal weather out.

Today it opens on a canopy of trees.
This view is verdant...

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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 not mine?
Be strong,
For a gapped smile, in truth,
Is not a cause to whine.

What is a missing limb
If it is not...

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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 my bed again
No wonder 
About the nightmares

A dark kingdom, 
Not of reality in life
But,
It’s real in my dream

It posses no...

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