Best Molar Poems
My teeth walked down the stairs today
Molar stepped on aluminum and I yelled “hey!”
They were rioting to protest the new floss.
I rolled my eyes; after all, I am the boss!
My mouth tried to speak but nothing came out
Not whisper, a gurgle, a cough or a shout.
My teeth snickered; a sassy incisor cheered.
They were gaining momentum as I had feared!
My tongue gave me a wagging; I heard not a word.
Those damn teeth had made my face feel absurd.
My teeth began dancing, in the night, in the street.
To a crazy, happy, sensual reggae beat.
How to get them back? What would I have to do?
I promised them the moon, and new floss too….
Sharing hard candy with her best friend Shirley
Impossible task if deciduous teeth are lost prematurely
Although each child progresses in a different rate
My predecessor took its time as I came in a little late
I caused Chloé pain erupting—cutting through her gum
An icepack so frigid was chilling, making me numb
Chloés sneaky attempts to hide sweets in her room
Have cost her front baby teeth to come out to soon
Candy, I chomp up and bite down ‘til it’s in many pieces
Crunchy and noisy, sugar and saliva all over me releases
A child should brush us teeth, at least twice per day
And avoid sugary foods that promote tooth decay
A stubborn child who doesn’t listen to mom's wise advice
Needs to be told over again, more than once more than twice
A sweet tooth like me never gives in and so, I have a chip
Off to the dentist we’ll go, for a temporary behind Chloé’s sore lip!
Mr crocodile once had a toothache
Oh ! because he had eaten lots of chocolates and cakes
He was in distress
He wanted a dentist Express
At last a dentist was found his skin was White and face was round
So, Dr. William, he was called
Who was tall and almost bald
Mr crocodile cried my molar has an ache
Does my tooth need to break
Soon dentist took a look and shouted loudly what a pity
You have a cavity
You have been eating sweets in fact
Now your teeth need to be extracted
Just open your mouth large wide
And close your eyes tight
Would you look up at tube light
Aaaaah !that alright
Doctor extracted teeth and Bent low
Mr crocodile shouted oh nooo!
Now crocodile would not eat sweets longer
Can you guess why ??
Because his teeth were not at all stronger.
MY AFRICA
A dusty street, commuters meet
A taxi crowded, a route decided
Street vendors sell, plastic from China
Fresh fruit, dead meat, flies from hell
A cellphone rings, a message pings
Africa, my Africa, I know so well
Populations swell, polluted wells
Children dying, old man crying
Nobody cares, everyone stares
Gold, coal, a bloody diamond
Everything's traded, lives degraded
Africa, my Africa, I know so well
Guns blazing, wars a raging
No rain, no grain, population with hunger pain
Wilderness retreats where humans meet
Malaria, mosquito born hysteria
Hyena calls, a lion roars
Africa, my Africa, I know so well
Witchdoctor belief, the mans a thief
Muti making, money taken, knuckle bones shaken,
Throw the bones, skinny man quaking
Superstitious dread, powdered vultures head
Goats throat cut, ancestor pleasing
Africa, my Africa, I know so well
Habitats shrinking, a duiker drinking
Rhino horn, elephants tusk, money lust
Charcoal making, our forests forsaken
Aids, ebola, a broken molar
Africa dying, nobody crying
Africa, my Africa, I know so well
Dictator for life, a stupid wife
Life is cheap, broken bodies in a heap
A leopard coughs, a baboon bark
Gangsters fighting, drug addicts scoring
Corruption, consumption, businessmen laughing
Africa, my Africa, I know so well
The rains have come, a cowhide drum
Wildebeest mating, zebra migrating
The grass is green, landscape clean
Thunder clap, lighting strike, a stole bike
People sowing, maize a growing
Africa, my Africa, I know so well
Choking dust, untamed lust
Political lies, rugby tries, meaty pies
Little round huts, kids in the dust
Fat cows, little black pigs, a cockerel crowing
Turtle dove calling, a blood red morning
Africa, my Africa, I know so well
I went to see my dentist today
She works out of her house
It’s a one-chair operation
With hardwood floors
An old dog lies on a rug
Next to the chair
He’s seen it all
Root canals, molar extractions…
He seems so calm
I wonder if she ever works on his teeth
The old gummer
Sit’s and grins
He knows it’s better you than him
Sitting in that chair
I bet sometimes at night
He gets up in the chair
When all is quiet
And practices his grimace
Locking his paws into seat
Rinse and spit
And then grins again
What a life
A dog with a dentist
For a friend
I am not so sure I envy him
It’s your anniversary so
you’re thinking steak
but your wife wants ramen
so you go to a nice place
and order the fancy ramen
which comes with radishes
cut up to look like rosebuds
and costs as much as steak.
You slurp away with
the best of the regulars
until a gold crown falls
from a molar into the ramen.
Seconds later another
gold crown falls off as well.
The next day the dentist says
you need new crowns.
The old ones won’t fit.
He tells you the new ones
will be made of zirconia.
They'll cost $900 each
cheaper than gold
he says in consolation.
In shock you ask him
what do the homeless do.
He says there’s no ER
for dental work but
he’s heard about
a retired dentist
must be in his eighties
who goes into the city
one Saturday a month
and does charity work.
He needs help
your dentist says.
And more folding chairs
in the waiting room.
Donal Mahoney
A letter came from Auntie Mabel today--
Saying how she’s tired of working for low pay,
Seems her widowed sister has come to stay,
The kids make too much noise when they play
Keeps telling me she doesn’t have much to say,
Still having trouble with a molar in final decay.
Her nephew on her husband’s side turned gay
And her favorite rooster died right where he lay,
Wanted to know what I think she should weigh
And, lastly, wanted the latest on Aunt Lula Fay,
Frankly, not much in her letter seemed okay.
In a week or so, I will answer her letter--
Telling her she should retire to spare her back
For a home and money, her sister doesn’t lack.
I’ll remind her quarreling about the kids is smack,
There is a fine dentist in her town named Jack
As to her nephew, I said he finally got the knack,
Sorry, but the rooster would’ve made a great snack
As to Aunt Fay, now I know she’s not snorting crack,
And, if she starts to diet, don’t consult a quack.
written October 7, 2021
Singing is Bi-polar.
Some songs sound like an aching molar
Packed with violence, hate and anger.
Other songs are sung to win him or her.
Soft sweet words that cause love to whir.
Passion packed with minds a blur,
Bi-polar songs make emotions stir.
Singing touches the soul.
Old love, new love, no love…take their toll.
A heartfelt song can break a man or make him whole.
Singing about God help’s reach Heaven’s goal.
Songs that strengthen fulfill that role.
Where Heaven’s gates need no bankroll.
Only pure hearts who found time to enroll.
Singing vociferously is fun.
Whether in the shade or in the sun,
It does not matter where it’s done.
I did it once where a spider spun.
My woodland tune like opera sung
Brought birds to listen one by one.
A peacock’s courtship I once won.
Personal singing is not just for a bird.
They chirp all day singing no word.
Like man, they tweet when love is stirred.
Then comes the rooster; someone is spurred.
Anhingas sing; blurred tunes…absurd!
Meanwhile the raven’s voice is heard.
Why are they singing; we’re all bestirred!
Copyright January 14, 2014
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Three or More Stanzas, Three or More
Thoughts on the Same Idea
Sponsored by: Sheri Fresonke Harper
On waking up one morning
I was maybe 8 years old
It seemed my jaw was aching
Oh what was to unfold
My Mother had a little look
A finger in my mouth
A molar had a wiggle
And my courage just went south
I had heard about the dentist
And the pain that he would cause
Put my clothes on, out the door
With not the slightest pause
Went round to my mates place
Should get support from him
His Mum said I was early
Saw my eyes red round the rim
Put an arm around me
"Tell me what is wrong"
"I'm going to the dentist
and want Jim to come along"
We headed back to my place
Mum was looking stern
"You will do as I tell you
Whenever will you learn"
Jim he did a runner
My Mum is pretty wild
He didn't want to stay there
She'd scare any little child
We end up in the waiting room
A lady takes my name
For all the worry she portrayed
It could have been a game
A yell comes from the surgery
Got through a solid door
I had a bolt of terror
That started at my core
My tum was rolling over
Sweat ran down my brow
I tried to run, Mum grabbed me
"We are here, and staying now"
A kid comes out, oh what a mess
His face was swollen red
Felt sure when Doc got at me
In five minutes I'd be dead
Mum takes me in, sat in the chair
Next to a tray of tools
One look was all I needed
To feel pressure from the stools
Gave my Mum a forlorn look
"I need a number two"
"You just sit there sonny
I am wide awake to you"
The dentist looks inside my mouth
"This one is very loose"
A gentle pull with pliers, and
I did feel such a goose
So since then I've been many times
Never been so easy
But then now I'm a full adult
I don't get quite so queasy
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXXV
IF you pull a long croquet face
While picking your teeth index and thumb over molar
Canines will drip corrosive acids on knuckles and nails
E'en if you lose anonymous self in a crowded alley
If you pull a long twisted itching face
All through childhood while making hay
You risk being stung by bluebottles and fleas
Right where you may not much like 'em to stay
If you pull a long self-conscious face
Guilt straining your under-your-wear during play
Tell-tale signs beyond control those stains on lace
Parents by Law only keep teens so long as they obey
If you pull a long pre-maturé face
E'en a Mahatma Gandhi married at puberté
At 36 assumes Brahmacharya celibate sacrifice
To libido's extra-marital experience falls prey
If you must pull a long pedo-de-filed priestly face
Pull it not on homeless orphan or pious nun gone astray
Tussle all alone the Devil in you from pantry to pillow-case
Or else the Man in Hu-Man would drive the Wo-Man gay
© T. Wignesan - Paris, February 21, 2019
In all my seriousness, I feel the need for a little light relief.....................
What makes a person want to drill
and poke in peoples' mouths?
To inflict pain and suffering
then say 'just swill around'?
To see the fear in peoples'eyes,
to watch with glee as chlidren cry
as they wave their baby teeth 'goodbye',
must give them such a thrill.
That one sided conversation
(they know you can't talk back:
they've packed you full of cotton wool)
-'Oh no! Your abcess tracked!'
Your molar teeth are all decayed
(that must have been the fudge you made),
Your canine has a cavity
(that must be all the herbal tea)'
as she waves her prodding tools with glee...
No matter how much Lignocaine
they use to try and numb the pain,
the sound of all that whirring drilling,
the taste, the smell, the noise, the chair,
is not exactly thrilling.
Yet, if we're good, we must go back
to visit twice a year.
We sit with fingers crossed unseen
as we're scaled and polished,
scraped and cleaned...
We hope the dentist soon will say,
'there's nothing much to do today.
Sign this form, be on your way -
oh, by the way, do you have to pay?'...
PAY! For all this sweat and grief
as I mourn the loss of my wisdom teeth?
Amalgamate my cavities
and swish with flouride water
Around my gold caps and my crowns!
Yes, the dentist can be such a pleasure:
a memory you will always treasure;
a joy that will be hard to measure
as you remember with a sigh,
that if you'd only ventured
to choose a set of dentures,
you could've been spared financial drain
and never visited again
the dentist with her whining drill
who seems to EXTRACT such a thrill
from misery and pain!
see you in six months ..........
I knocked tbe door hands were shaking
just come in ... my knees were quaking
keeled over in a huddle
looked up.... I need a cuddle
my dentist asked...teeth are aching
no I replied pain is no more
open wide let me just make sure
quickly he taps the molar
right out of chair i did soar
straight across room and out the door.
penned 12 January 2019
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
Leftovers
Don’t let Christmas come in too much of a hurry
I really can’t handle one more turkey curry
The kids now want something else for their teas
So it’s six pigs in blankets and biscuits for cheese
Faced with leftovers for the rest of the hols
Anyone want anymore sausage rolls
A nice new year snack? The family concur
I get out the turkey... its covered in fur
So now that I’ve chucked out them old turkey loins
We’ll finish the pudding that mum filled with coins
The dentist is open next week, God willing
To sort out the molar I broke on a shilling
There’s thirty one days in every December
So why is it no-one can ever remember
The night that for good luck we don’t want to miss
Can anyone tell me when twelfth night is
So the tree’s folded up and it’s back in the loft
The best China’s packed up in something that’s soft
The Holly’s chucked out which seemed a bit drastic
When you consider that most it’s plastic
Granddad’s still sat in his gold paper hat
I ask why on Earth are you still wearing that
He says he don’t like to remove it too soon
Perhaps I should tell him it’s half way through June
Are you old and tired?
What are you waiting for?
The sun that rose for you every morning
Has left your termite-eaten, hollow walls- faded, jaded!
Yet you wake up every morning,
You brush your lone molar, twin canines!
What can you tear?
What’s left to chew?
Your sweetheart once,
Your heart’s rhythm,
Your love in youth,
Your lover still,
Is weary too!
Yet, lies awake
All night through.
Afraid to lose-
Her love to chance,
Hoping still,
For a chance to love.
Your pride is swollen,
But your love vacant
Your joints stiff
And your mind unbending…
Wake up from this gory dream
And let the fatigued walls collapse.
For, on the other side
Of this partition,
A symphony waits to explode,
Your waltz of love to enchant,
…and your union to freeze time!