Best Incisors Poems
Superbly agile and acrobatic creatures.
Quirky zigzag moves and mannerisms.
Unique techniques for stealing seeds and nuts.
Incredibly strong front incisors that keep growing.
Really smart, mischievous and very entertaining.
Ready to rob and tackle any bird feeder, even squirrel proof.
Extremely resilient during harsh winters.
Loud chirping and chattering when near by.
Sometimes they are white, but mostly grey, red or brown.
Categories:
incisors, animal, humorous, nature,
Form:
Acrostic
The era of catatonic self-destruction has risen yet again from boulder-blocked caves,
Whose cavernous stalactite incisors drip with the blood of thorny crowns,
Worn in punitive irony for the subversion of fertile inferiority,
Which, like rabbits, duplicates and hops about in trouncing contentment.
Yet despite the grin stretched beneath empty eyes,
Which are eclipsed by dilation of cimmerian shades poured from tipped inkwells,
Darkness ripened by age has inflated its penumbral grasp upon the solar plexus.
Hearts beat now to the false circadian rhythm of telemetry.
Screens fueled by waves polluting the air scramble for attention;
Screaming as if the spotlight has slithered away from their thespian heads.
But even so we watch as if waiting for a nothingness we know.
Petulant performances pretending to perfect the perception of reality persevere,
Despite their lack of empirical validity.
Our bodies and the space around they occupy have become irrelevant.
Experience and physical stimulation have been replaced by mirror neurons,
Firing incessantly at the sight of electromagnetic facsimiles,
Which are vomited in projected disproportion into our unwitting faces,
From nauseating mouths of those whose disease has spread to lower echelons.
And so we sit and stare upon the square on walls and in our hands,
As the prefrontal cortex and its dehydrated lobes succumb to the reptilians.
Another era of lack of mind borne from the fruitlessness of parasitic seeds,
Planted by the pretenders who swim in the wealth of our applause.
Clap away, we will, until we collapse in the arthritic solidification of redundant repetition.
Welcome to the show; a televised apocalypse of thought.
Where worlds were once created in cognition,
They're now created in the lenses of cameras.
When worlds were once refracted light coruscating from the eye,
They're now flickered in slides reflected from the television.
Categories:
incisors, addiction, social, society,
Form:
Free verse
Coffeeblood castings surface
Earthworms rip through trenches
Tangleweeds tug at my limbs
Twisting ferns rake through my hair
As spikes of foxglove ready a violet strangle
The sun itself is fixing to swallow me up
Its incisors cutting through the sweet dream sky
Grass wet with venom spit
The vapors rise to sting my eyes
Red and yellow seeps through thin skin
Sweat, the traitor, dares to join with soil
Morning is the enemy.
Categories:
incisors, nature
Form:
Free verse
Anacondas crush to pieces
Bisons sport long shaggy hair
Cheetahs are the fastest species
Dolphins leap into the air
Elephants have large incisors
Fennec foxes, ears like Spock
Great white sharks unnerve the divers
Hyenas are laughing stock
Indris is a type of monkey
Jaguars are fast and strong
Kangaroos are tall and clunky
Llamas' necks are rather long
Mandrills have red-bottomed features
Newts can grow an extra limb
Ostriches are speedy creatures
Polar bears just love to swim
Quetzels are ablaze with colour
Rattlesnakes subdue their prey
Sloths show life could not be duller
Tawny owls sleep through the day
Uakaris have red faces
Vultures scavenge on the go
Wild boar live in diverse places
X-ray tetra brightly glow
Yaks lock horns when in a fight
Zebras' coats are black and white
Now you'll know just who is who
When you visit London zoo.
22.02.20
Abecedarian Contest Poetry Contest - sponsor Caren Krutsinger
Abc Contest Poetry Contest - sponsored by Allright Poet
Categories:
incisors, animal,
Form:
ABC
Quarantined
Waking up to this strange dream
First sight is the checkered ceiling
Then the antique bathroom mirror
I see old age and worried red eyes
I see another drawn day of breathing
My beard is out of control with grey
I am home now and not going out
I hear helicopters often in the sky
The morning time is escape time
The missus and me watch another one
Another end-of-the-world imitation
Just like ice milk; not the real thing
We sit and netflix the hours like sharks
Devouring phony time with no incisors
As with a glass vase holding heartbeats
We know dinner time is the best time
As another anxious nothing day slinks by
There will be kitchen trips for comforts
There will be basement sojourns for spirits
But no afternoon excursions to the shops
No possibility of even meeting stone statues
Inside this wooden box is where we must hide
Out of this window is as far as I can see
Listen
There is hopeful music in the distant rooms
There are praying voices behind the closed doors
Categories:
incisors, america, anxiety, fear, life,
Form:
Free verse
Mocking the dead,
the vampire on the hill, high
above the cityscape. Why
does his cloak wrap around?
It moves with a hissing sound,
blackened on the outside,
blue on the molten graveside.
Sharpening incisors on the crag,
but
the villagers with their worn rags
tight fisted with their goodly lights -
those lanterns, infused with salt
of garlic, compelled forward in the dead
of night. Mockers and murderers, fed
by rage, want to dispel the wine and bread.
Hell,
the strangulation of fire, lava rolling
down the hill. Mocking, laughter -
the shivering of the old church rafters.
The reborn, new creation, settled
on roof-blowing praise. Nettled,
old Nick, the vampire king unsettled.
Mocking the dead,
making his own bed, jutting at jugulars,
darkening the atmosphere, drawing
congregants, unholy. But, someone holy
has his heels on the vampire’s head.
He’s been banished…dead heads’ rolling.
The glorious light of the lamb, consoling.
Categories:
incisors, dark,
Form:
Verse
Your metal head has a mind of its own
When laptop chase rushes to meet deadline,
Pointed teeth decide to clump together
Jamming the bar with those sharp incisors;
My bones whacking the ledge, in high-scale of rage.
Braces still grip in clusters .... don’t have time
Loosening that clipped mouth, I must dare
Slam the base with a hammer without warning,
Yet you retaliate by cutting my neat thumb:
I'll wreck you in the hazardous bin, darn stapler!
It's time for hilarious poetries
Contest of Jamie Pan
Categories:
incisors, confusion, crazy,
Form:
Free verse
This is where my grief met Jeremiah's lamentations
OUR FATHER
As far as the east is from the west, that’s how far the Lord has removed our transgressions from us?
Why do I feel not far removed from my sins or the sins of others?
Suffocated by faults and indiscretions of human-ness that lacks discretion
Of fearlessness; the lack of intuition
Of childishness but a child born in the wrong time?
But God’s timing is always right?
Can you see this Lord?
Is heaven mastering this disaster only for our inferior minds to finally resurrect from the shambles?
And realise that You have been building us a new city all along.
I believe in the Author of fate so maybe that is where my hope springs from
Or from the crippling fear of the effects of reality
Disappointment
Shock
Is this how feeble we are as humans?
How our chromosomes, blood cells, alleles all created from dust can just wither away when one gust of wind comes before we can find shelter
How our intangible thoughts are invisible holograms that effect nothing
Our father who art in heaven should we lose faith while we are on earth because there is plenty in heaven?
Will we make it the pearly gates with our infirm humanly wrongs and all the cavities punctured in our teeth
And speak to the guardians in low tones of how we praised the Creator on earth forgetting to mention how our own faults in the sweetened land He placed us in; have led us to corroded incisors
We consume more sweetened sin than soured heaven.
I cannot stare at my reflection in the mirror because I feel like a ghost
And legend has it that once the undead return they leave no shadow
They simply exist among other human humans
Who put status updates on their whatsapps saying ‘be still and know that I am God?’
It is easy to be transfixed in the same position when the walls around you are not caving in
I feel I have been saying much without saying anything,
Because maybe this conversation should just be between me and Him
But I do not know what to say to Him
My human human-ness has failed me once again
So maybe He could just look into my laden heart, desperate thoughts and fearful mind
And decide where I can go from here
Where they can go from here
Where we can go from here...
For Thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory forever and ever
Amen.
Categories:
incisors, bible, christian, deep, depression,
Form:
Elegy
I feel like a portly and bearded
Hemingway
in a bulky fisherman's sweater
after a bullfight when
I ingest barbecued pork.
A bona fide man
clutches the ribs
with his creased
and hard-working hands,
sinks his incisors deep
into the roasted flesh,
and with a quick
forty-five degree
snap of his head,
shreds the dead
animal’s brawn
from its bone.
And like the full-bellied lion
who rests in the verdant shade
with gazelle blood
dripping from his lips,
the man leans back in his chair,
rub his enlarged stomach,
while not realizing
that he’s wearing
a moustache of
barbecue sauce.
Categories:
incisors, africa, animal, art, funny,
Form:
Free verse
From the Elephant's diary
You find me giantly like Gulliver, huge and obese
but I met my doc, he said take it with ease....
for you big is more beautiful so eat more cheese
I am on my diet of sugarcane juice,
lush green grass n' tons of bamboos
Mammoth was my forefather not anymore seen
Now I know being gigantic is in my genes
Instructor at the gym shooed me away
for I broke his treadmill with my single step I say
We love to have our bath in nature's pool
We dabble water with our trunk till we are all cool
A relaxing shower for all friends after hectic schedule!
In our forest club, trophy for best music band,
we won last week for our trumpet troupe!
Large is our family my Jumbo uncle says,
Old and wise he is in our tuskers' herd
He says our eyes are small, to see
only little good left in this big bad world
And our ears are large to fan away
the gossips and bad we hear
Thick skin we do have so called pachyderms
to shrug off the hurling vices of the woods
but we have a large heart to spread
loads of love to all species widespread
In history, we have a place reserved
for in wars and royal processions,
we were used as pride symbols he says
Revered animals we are since eons.....
In country called India, heritage animal we are
and even worshipped in religious places he says!
Huge boulders or logs ,mankind used us for transport
We even entertain them in zoos and circus
But he regrets that we are poached, killed by men
to pull out pair of our incisors called tusks
who polish to make precious ivory to earn bucks
So useful and harmless friends to humans we are
I asked my uncle why so cruel the men are?
He said men show their power
of being Nature's superior creature
we elephant folk are helpless giants
We can do nothing but to pray that
we be valued for our selfless services and
be saved from going extinct from this world!
©Copyright Anulaxmi Nayak,2015
For contest: Giant animals
Sponsored by: D.Nathan
Date: 2nd September 2015
Categories:
incisors, animal, art, nature,
Form:
Free verse
https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/tooth-care
Aligned in place, they changed and grew
A distinct frame to chomp and chew
To rip, to crush, to tear and bite
To process food, determined might
Forward canines made to tear
Bold incisors lessen wear
Solid molars help to crush
Day and night our teeth to brush
A solid set, with aim to grind
The sets of teeth we can but find
Milk teeth formed, of first event
The adult teeth grow permanent
Meat eaters are carnivores
Plant consumers’ herbivores
To brush is not inferior
To balance bad bacteria
Balanced diet, portioned fruit
Brighter teeth, a healthy root
A poorer choice of alcohol
With smoking yet will take its toll
For where leftover sugar lay
An acid forms for tooth decay
Improved choices – don’t delay
Brush and floss teeth twice a day
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Categories:
incisors, arabic, children, education,
Form:
Free verse
Sleep don't come once more
the vampires are out
longing to bite this virgin neck
to taste sweet nectars
fruits of Halloween
A two pronged fork
those incisors permeate the skin
Floods rise and well over
as you drink me in
with passionate greed
Tidal torrents pulsate
as my heart thumps then slows
Faint I grow weak
whilst you grow strong
fulfilled with desires need
You thrive but do not live
for you are bound to the abyss
the depths of darkness
controlled by day
yet free to roam in nights shadows
Unaccepted set apart abnormal
you verge on cannibalistic traits
amongst human nature
barbaric you stalk your prey
like wildest beast next meal
Only hunted down yourself
will you stop
when slaughtered in defeat
with stake through heart
will you fade from our world
Categories:
incisors, adventure, fantasy
Form:
Free verse
so much precious existence
found me rooted with mouth ajar
as sigh asper the dentin-cementum
so mud dear reader (with dem perfect
enameled pearly whites), aye har bar
envy for those with a complete set
of eight incisors, four cuspids (i.e. canines),
eight bicuspids, and twelve molars
(including four wisdom teeth) tabulating
many hours in the car (engendering
saddle sore bony tuckus)
plus regarding chunk whereat,
pernicious cementum funk
viz distraught psyche, when muss self as a lil monk
key decades after being examined
by family dentist Doctor Marcus (NOT WELBY),
excellent practitioner (button irate pulp pill
people ' especially children) eater – the grump,
whose private practice located
in Levittown, Pennsylvania,
and when prepubescent underwent
pertinent more explicit focused
intense noninvasive procedures
asper subsequent cause of speech impediment
determined why air didst jump
thru nostrils, (speech therapist at Henry Kline Boyer),
neither thin nor plump
informed parents
of Lancaster Cleft Palate Clinic –
fifty plus miles one direction),
where chief prosthodontist
Doctor Mohammad N. Mazaheri, DDS, an Iranian
whose expert reputation, sans strict manner didst trump
his aura, karma evincing clipped commands
forceful as a vocal whump
before launching into meat and potatoes
of crux comprising real aim
constituting modus operandi
(and cresting away from details indirectly tide
into main intent, nobody aye blame)
for thine dental debacle quandary
(managed by gumshun,
whereby eons hyperbolically toted beyond google),
and despite the optimistic stance
wool worth anesthetized numb skull claim
nascent malocclusion faintly affecting,
hinting, pointing toward Periodontitis
(despite diligence attending to oral hygiene frame)
the manifestation of major looming crisis compromising,
forgoing, instigating, et cetera loss of teeth,
this (after agony in league with separate occasions
twice wearing braces, concomitant Extractions
of wisdom and removal of crowdsourcing –
closeup toward the front of mouth teeth - game
Categories:
incisors, body, depression, feelings, grief,
Form:
Imagism
MOLAR AND THE TOOTH FAIRY
It's like I was sucking on a Sugar Baby
caramel delicacy oozing
between my bicuspids and incisors,
sweetness of the gods
how much pleasure can a mortal woman
survive?
Dante in my lap
Oh divine madness
Sugar Baby come to me
and she did
like a razor blade splitting my molar
right down the middle
all the way to the nerve.
What rhymes with "Aggghhhhhh?"
compliments of my friend Mattress Mary in Winter Park Florida
Categories:
incisors, abuse, age, assonance, betrayal,
Form:
Imagism
DO YOU NEED A DRESS FOR A HALLOWEEN STROLL?
I MEAN THE PERFECT ONE TO MAKE YOU ROLL?
THEN HEAR ME OUT AND FOLLOW NOT THE WIND:
AND TRULY YOU SHALL ENJOY THE HALLOWEEN.
A MOUTH WITH PROTRUDING INCISORS,
SHARP AND FEROCIOUS AS A BABY SCISSORS:
AND A BLEEDING MOUTH TO CHARM ALL THE VAMPIRES
WILL MAKE YOU THE PERFECT ATTIRE.
A FACE SO GREEN AND EYES BLOOD SHOT AS IN THE MOVIES
WITH AN OVERGROWN HAIR DYED WHITE,GIVES THE FEAR DISEASE.
LIKE GANDALF'S,SO BE YOURS AND YOU ARE IN.
FOR THIS IS A PERFECT HALLOWEEN.
A HEAD WITH PROTRUDING HORNS,
CONJUGATED WITH ELVISH EARS WITH THORNS,
GIVES A PERFECT HALLOWEEN IMPRESSION.
BUT DON'T FORGET A BLACK OVERCOAT.IT IS NO DIGRESSION.
RUN TO THE MARKET AND ASK FOR THE DEVIL'S PERFUME
AND BE BACK BEFORE THE HALLOWEEN TUNE.
YOU ARE ALMOST IN FOR THE MARCH
BECAUSE MANY VAMPIRES SHALL WATCH YOU PASS.
..THEN YOUR HALLOWEEN DRESS IS COMPLETE IF
YOUR MOUTH BLEEDS THE TRUEST BLOOD
THAT WILL MAKE THE VAMPIRES PROUD.
LOOK IN TO THE MIRROR AND ENJOY THE SIGHT.
THUS YOUR HALLOWEEN DRESS IS COMPLETE.
BUT DO NOT FORGET:
IF YOU SLEEP IN YOUR HALLOWEEN DRESS,
YOU WILL MEET THE DEVIL AS I DID.
Categories:
incisors, mysteryhalloween, halloween,
Form:
Lyric