Incisor Poems - Poems about Incisor

...Streetlight dander. Jawbone asphalt. Blink razors carve her iris script. Rib stars ovulate in feral grates, mechanical tongue juts a bloodline breath. Keystroke ruin writes in collapse, a wavefo......

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...Hydration day’s a month away. Online belonging company’s an hour from startup stardom. Titration hors-d'oeuvre Viewfinder pigeonholed to rooftop tourist traps ruin’d carriage holy woods Ho......

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...[Continued from ‘Terror Bugs: Part 2 - A Freezer Mice Adventure’] __________ London’s streets resembled an al fresco mausoleum They tracked a trail of body parts which led to a......

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...three incisor teeth burst through fresh flesh... opaque as pearls, strong as love, precious beautiful baby babbles assertively mesmerized by mishmash sounds that her astounding mouth can make......

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...I sat on the edge of the roof, studying the horizon Waiting for the do-gooder, who makes me wretch He will not be ho-ho-ho-ing after I get finished here. I feel something protruding from my left i......

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...Long in the tooth male doth recount, reflect, reimagine... his woebegone damn dental daze today May 5th, 2021 No particular rhyme nor reason garden variety indentured flunky (me) revisits his ......

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...[A parody of Mistletoe and Wine... apologies to Sir Cliff] [‘Chorus’ indented for easy skipping if desired] This night it will bring, a venomous sting His life is long past, his cadaver’s grin......

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...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 s......

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...Canine, incisor, molar to. What are all three? I’m looking at you. One hundred thousand dollars up for grabs Ellen is waiting showing her abs Dogs teeth, teeth dogs, dogs the woman guesses. Man ......

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...Poetry IS the Mother of ALL art. The completion and the part. A private punchline-divine. Be it the fruit or be it the vine. It is The IS, sometimes the Music, sometimes the Muse for us. The us......

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...THE BRIDIE PRICE OF AN UNFORTUNATE LADY Quietly her love fathomed The glittering incisor, A puissant one unravished, An aesthete affirmed. Wide in comb of friend A pilot stood aghast In rapt m......

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...At 27,123 pounds, Gertrude was at her finest, and friskiest weight. She said to everyone she met, “Hey, I weigh over a ton, isn’t this terrifically great?” The other dragons were jealous, as weight......

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...Beauty beheld by a devil Would fury and lust incite Taunting him to revel At things lovely and bright And only annoy and dishevel The beast like a collar too tight. Ugliness happened upon,......

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... Several years of my childhood I spent with my aunt and uncle who lived in an old rectory in Northern Norway It was a hard time, much work, little food never time for play or entertainment My a......

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...ya can't recite a sonnet without a union card we got rules here ya know now move along, you're not da bard ya can't be a narrated narrative neither an alliterative comparative voiced onomatopoeia ......

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