The Pope is dying,
clinging to life like any other shmuck.
When my mother died,
(bless her excommunicated heart),
she lay in State as serene
as a sleeping cat under a fading sun.
Dogs don't care about death,
death is just another bone
to chew upon
as they sleepwalk through their last hours.
Death's doorstep
has been good to me.
I have dwelt upon it before
shivering and naked
holding my penitent
like a tarnished talisman.
Death has been kind to me,
I have shaken its door,
it rattled like an ill-fitting denture.
Behind a hollow lock
I could hear
a dog continuously barking -
a Pontiff pleading with it to stop,
a silky cat purring.
I heard a deeper sound,
my mother's compassionate laughter
for we who were begot
only to wait until.
tooth
jagged, canine
aching, decaying, eating
denture, enamel, manicure, claw
grabbing, clenching, filing,
etched, pinpoint
nail
A patient brags her denture like insane,
“Mine shines as the whitest pure porcelain;
So affordable and cheap,
I love it from root to tip!”
Later, cries in the loo of Dentist Dwayne.
Oh, how you brushed and washed me,
And lovingly dental flossed me -
How tragically you lost me,
When I was extracted from your skull
By an overzealous faerie,
Toothless, hideous and scary,
Who from kids like you, unwary,
Snatches denture teeth, which he can cull.
He said he was Herbert Buttery
Born and bred in Woodley Edge
And was owner of a little business
Repurposing outdated artificial legs.
They were a family of collectors.
His brother lived in Haywards Heath
And his speciality was amassing
Pre owned sets of artificial teeth.
They were here on neutral ground
To consider a joint venture
Outside their specific fields
Of either Prosthetic or denture.
He made no further comment
Of the content of their proposal
Other to confirm they had
Sufficient funds at their disposal.
Such strange folk i thought
As I bid him a fond adieu
To continue with my project
Of harvesting Equinoxal dew.
One sunny day little Mary Miller
Picked up a mottled green caterpillar,
Which became a monster moth.
One fine morn her dad grew wroth:
Her moth laid eggs in his denture filler.
5/2/2023
a call had been close
after we would put on clothes
went out door we close
when we did tag it
MAGA became a maggot
applied tourniquet
would be sinister
sermon said by minister
about being spinster
what we knew for sure
increased our expenditure
for one more denture
we would meander
creating gerrymander
did raise up dander
poem would write to read
was great everyone agreed
did the dirty deed
N1,000.00 for a mad beggar;
The rare spectacle would make you stagger:
Nation’s Top Bank Note on palms of pure dirt!
I had to yield to Strongest Suspicion
And out fish Giver’s Concealed Decision;
A need to criminalize Donors
Or they don’t taste what resembles honors:
Prayers for The Truly Charitable
While citing Pious Men: Veritable…
“This might be just Enchanted Money,
Whose taker would not at all find funny;
instant withdrawal of releasing hand
making The Very Giving less grand;
The Mad to be Twenty Thousand Times so,
The Sane fully cease to sensibly flow:
Receiver inheriting Givers Woes,
Start absorbing ill-Luck and its sad blows.
One should not in Life try to Charity
With Propriety place on parity:
Indeed, Begging is a risky venture:
A Boxer staking some tooth or denture.
I sing this song of high misadventure
The tale of a lonesome cattle rancher
Who set out on a grandiose venture,
And promptly lost his upper denture.
He struggled mightily with a T-bone steak
Pork and beans he could always make,
Except when his can opener he couldn't find
He was hard-pressed to change his mind
Of all the things he'd thought he'd need,
He was happiest he’d brought along his weed
So, in abandoned relief, he lit up a joint,
And, suddenly, it changed his whole viewpoint
Said he, “With what I have I will make do,
Lots of things you don’t have to chew.”
written January 21, 2022
Tad with a sorcerer's illusion
Comes post-truth dressed with false allusion
That can be dispensed with
Like old man's denture-teeth.
Welcome to the post-truth's false season.
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Truth, that can be easily dispensed with (it so seems) is fast evolving to be an illusion, creating a void without a way forward. Lies can be suitably twisted to look like truth. Political faith and belief has acquired audacity to trump reason. A stage has set in for players with power to perform… and find a way comfortably in a void.
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Happenings |06.08.2021|
Limerick ( in form, not in mood)
Miss Adventure liked to be doing some activity
Climbing in the tallest tree or swimming underneath the sea
Up a mountain, in a cave, doing something really brave
On a surf board where she’ll crave the fullest and the fastest wave.
Sometimes flying in the sky, leaping out... why o why?
All that daring-do... or die, isn’t something I would try
Steep, and yet we know she’ll cope, as she climbs the rocky slope
At the top, with faith and hope, leaps with an elastic rope
Speeding at a manic pace, as we humans race the race
To a very distant place, she’s the face of outer space
NASA said at Ursa Centra, no way back from where we’ve sent ya
Were that me I’d lose my denture, but then my name’s not Miss Adventure
And yet
Early to me is 11 AM
With my hair a mess and not yet dressed
My wrinkles are my prime concern
Now all I see is Jeopardy
On my 54” TV
Old they say
Getting grayer each day
But Revlon saved the day
My teeth always shine
Using my denture Cleanser
It is now 12 AM
Time to hit the sack
For a short Nap!
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Date Created: 08/15/2019
All night sweating under a skin-wet sheet.
Fevered fantasies of skinny dipping
in a kiddy paddling pool,
toes as sticky as denture gum.
it’s broiling August.
Cold showers frazil
with soapy earth-baked splashes.
There’s a place to go
where they sell snow -
it’s a drug store, where they deal
in root beer floats, numb-numbs;
an ice-cream brain freeze. It helps.
Of course, in steamy September
when the sweat on your nose
flows upward
into parched eyes
a chilled Lime Phosphate
is the only cure.
Years of weary travel, sojourn soon to end
the time passed unseen, in elixir of youth.
Now sunset awaits, a shadow to descend
faded twilight greets, the inevitable truth.
Diminuendo of some whistling songbirds
vanish somewhere inside hearing aids.
Arthritis and denture, with forgetful words
bifocals now see, only butlers and maids.
Snow of winter has to melt in heat of sun
leaves of autumn, once brown they wither.
Rings on trunk of trees, counted one by one
bygone days.. can't they again be together?
In the last casino game, no one will ever win
Roulette wheel will stop, no one knows when.
Debris File of Life deleting to Recycle Bin,
An estuary flows... to Death, in final Amen.
Dated 5th June 2019
Sponsor Emile Pinet
A contest on aging
Trump Did Have Decay
Trump did have decay in each denture,
And so always awful was his adventure;
Emblems afix,
After he licks;
Cussed and each sentence did censure.
Jim Horn
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