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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
Dear Olabosoye Oluwafunmilayo
Raise up with joy your cup
To thank Him- the standing backup
Being off and on like an innocent pup
Smiling at the lightproof to have a closeup
Toast to the new leaf turned
Hallelujah to the new grace earned
Glory to Jesus of mercy returned
And praises to life by peace governed
For the goodness of God lives
Till this very moment cum life He gives
Amidst the governmental incentives
Not delivered though troubling peace forgives
Happy birthday to my last born
She sees me of no fun neither of scorn
Probably because I am a Capricorn
Always open everyday to forewarn
She is mine and her day is for all
We are together up at its call
To make a colorful day nice and ball
Till time is for bed to retire protocol
Happy birthday one and only Beatrice
Fill up your day enough with umpteenth bliss
Guide Dante and more to paradise not abyss
Duty's call to which no mistake is God's business
Don't go without making wishes
Be careful of those things you cherished
Rather look inward to those things that won't vanished
In caution to how happiness flourishes
Say them all to His ears and wait
But never in any instance of grace lose weight
Unless you impatiently with time negate
He never failed for once or appeared late
Yes testimonies will rain like manna
Till thanksgiving gives way to more celebration
To come often chilling under a cooling cabana
Happy birthday to your soul, be safe with thy aspiration
There is going to be no NO
Says thy dear bro. among your wishes
Let's say there is, it will be turned ON
Till no No shows up again in your pursuits
Happy birthday to the one I share chromosomes with
Listen to the crying morning birds
Their chirps are for your day
Don't get rid of listening even it makes no sense
Till the least trance creates chance for fun
Happy birthday my darling, keep living...
I have you a VASE as a present
In it flows a boundless sea
Which treasure every bit of our save
Till running sea water shall make an ocean
Happy belated birthday dearest friend
® Olábòsóyè Wèmímó Oláolúwá
© 2022
I was shaken from my bed, two A.M. the clock read. Was I dreaming, no here it goes again should I be screaming. Wake up wake up, I said to my husband closeup. I got a sleepy grunt, go back to sleep it was a dreamy stunt. It was no dream, it was a quiver all over me like hot steam. The next day the news had about my shake, two A.M. we had an earthquake.
Date Written: 9/27/2021
Quiver
Note: True Story.~~~~RhymeZone
''Q'' Contest, NEW ONLY Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
CLICK…
Turn on Channel four,
Sultry starlets on the screen
For lasting beauty- use Maybelline
For winning smiles-try new Dentyne.
Turn the dial once more…
Aging actors on the screen
“You have our lifetime guarantee.”
“So, call right now, the call is free.”
Forget about ratings, the real Nielsen scheme-
They sell us to death the American Dream.
It wheedles; it whines; it badgers; it yells;
With wit and without, just simply to sell:
Gold MasterCard, taste a smooth Nestle´ bar,
How you can remove every childhood scar;
Seek out your true mate, reduce mortgage rates,
You need a loan? You don’t have to wait!
Leaders and gutters, Parkay- not butter,
Send a bouquet and make her heart flutter;
Grow beautiful nails, yes, please save the whales
That actor! His movie! All the details!
One snug Sealy bed, now talk to the dead,
Moments that matter, use Closeup instead.
STOP! ENOUGH!
CLICK…
Much better than butter, smoother than cream,
Free from the jingles that drive me to scream.
Now I can take my time and pursue
A worthier past time than just watching you.
I can learn how to cook;
I can read a good book;
I can go out for a drive
So that I know I’m alive.
But the will to walk out and just leave you is weak,
So it surely can’t hurt to have one more peek.
CLICK…
Imagine me up there on the screen,
Ha! The fearless con man’s scene.
Selling bath oil or lotions,
Hawking health food and potions,
Hey, maybe even perpetual motion!
CLICK…
Hmmm, but, with a new hairdo, a smart pinstripe shirt
And the right camera angle, which sure wouldn’t hurt.
CLICK…
Good God! I would do it better than him.
The Easter lily welcomes spring, it tells me the long cold winter was a fling. Their closed pods start to open up, showing their beautiful faces-giving me a look closeup.
Show your long petals as your face, it makes me want to put you in a pretty vase. Your green leaves, are easy to weave. The Easter lily welcomes Easter and the Maker, a time for a new birth in man and creator. Each year I know when the lily has arrived, that spring has now revived.
Date Written:5/9/2021
7 Place
The Most Beautiful Flowers You've Seen Blossoming This Spring So
Far Contest Judged: 5/28/2021
Sponsored by: M. L.
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O woebegone thoust nemesis dawning
that spelt obfuscates thy spilt gloam spawning
boast nefarious numinous wicked.
Clueless, raise glory divine dote wicket.
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The universe resplendence of grandeur
the dominion dulcet befalling sheer
incandescent massiveness balters so
their beamish bodies tithers and hitherto.
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Some huge and some not until one's closeup
It's all about size, bigger better--naught
This world or that world, it's the worlds themselves
Heavenly bodies, that dreams make tales
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Universal, darker sides, lighter sides,
Stars; Solar, Terra, bump-in-the-night, size.
wondrous stuff is happening
awash within a silent bay
a cell appears, divides
and life reflected in its mother home,
a tender hydra will eschew its rest
and for a moment
infant man will stand in awe
a billion years beyond
how many oceans, galaxies away
would/could replicate
or yet enhance the theme?
what shapes a final product
sniveling in its own completeness?
and where is that impatient mind
that will not ponder limits
to a diadem?
what even pushes us to question
what we cannot know?
Is life the ultimate creation--
for we bear within, an innate prejudice
and then the path of danger when
without is unapproached.
what is it to advance?
Is there desire to force our own mutation?
or will we lie fallow
letting change progress,
rising with the wind to follow joy?
ignoring metamorphosis beyond?
the choice is entropy.
forsight will always shine
upon a new division
where it lurks
beyond a footprint.
one obstreperous fork
to madden every zealous heart
and closeup looks reveal infinity
within/without
while chaos is the cause
for celebration.
who or what may limit
man's imagining?
and who will portion out
the better from the best?
it is an awesome choice
and history seduces
with its virtue and its folly.
but we are history as well,
etching our wisdom in encapsulated time,
ignoring deadlines' visionless decrees.
and where but from within
will stir that motivating force
that most of us call god?
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Wasp nest under construction...
vacancies for yellow jackets also available
alternately titled: eave'n roofs houses nidus
If ye dear reader find yourself
as an under appreciated
busy buddy buzzfeeding bee -
hive got just the solution.
When me and the misses
entered side door here
yesterday September 26th, 2021
where both of us live
within one bedroom unit
at Highland Manor Apartments,
we espied hexagon-shaped paper cells
constituting partially completed
reasonably priced
state of the art abode.
Nevertheless, these
myopic eyes of mine
identified when closeup
tiny sign advertising real estate
large enough to house me,
an average size bugaboo.
Yours truly itching to move
to cozier quarters
no matter facilities roofless
imposing long overdue necessity
to strip down trappings
to bare minimum.
Tricked out with state of the art wizardry
microscopic computer processing chips
adorn six identical geometric sides
indeed allowing, enabling and providing
global linkedin telecommunications
beamed in across
bajillion miles from deep space.
All kidding aside
Hymenoptera quite the builder
with innate abilities as their guide
neither prejudice, nor afflicted with pride.
Ever mindful of insects with diaphanous wings,
yours truly quite aware of pain regarding bee stings,
which commentary brings
me to recall the following incident when
quite so many years ago...
One Heart To Love
The human heart is an opened door by which to explore
One heart to mold a touch will mend
The tug at the soul can lose control of it's hold
An untimely quest to help digest
A red rose that was plucked a time before
Hence the opened door a willing chance to explore
A whole host of emotions through a loss of brevity
To humbly achieve the quest of a chosen few
We walk together to the ocean scene
Over head we see seagulls passing through our domain
Let me explain the difference between love & hate
One heart to love should settle the case some call it fate
Faces without a smile still we know all the great while
A pilgrims progress should set the theme of the scene
Out of the cobwebs we approach love in such a harmful regime
A tug at the heart should light the spark to what I'm waiting for
Were all set in motion by using love's magic potion
The poets wrote of the demise of love through a barrage of social debris
The long lines are being formed in the sand hopefully you will understand
Through the rocks and caverns of a vast domain
Not having her in my arms is driving me insane
Yet sin is fleeting to the natural eye
One turn to face the music by a fleeting passerby
One heart to love a soul to mend
Won't you help me my friend from the certain plight that meets a great end
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The Army was getting desperate in nineteen-forty-three,
For warm bodies to fill vacancies in the good old infantry.
Alas, the draft board beckoned causing his heart to sink.
Thus, began the notorious career of Private Roscoe D. Schlink!
He was a naive country boy from Bean Blossom, Indiana.
They sent him for training to Fort Fumble in Louisiana.
Only five-feet-four, he was issued clothes much too large.
"Don't worry, I'll make a man of you, son!" said old sarge!
At marching and drilling he proved less than deft.
He could never figure out his right foot from his left!
Sergeants growled at him with uncouth elocution.
Roscoe just couldn't do anything with sharp execution!
On long treks he was in the rear running to catch up.
Petulant sergeants ever screaming, "Closeup! Closeup!"
During inspections he amassed reams of damning demerits,
And spent many weekends paring heaps of taters and carrots!
Later in the heat of battle he reached deep within his soul.
When those with lesser mettle faltered, he assumed control.
That day his gallantry overshadowed others by far.
For his courage he was awarded the coveted Silver Star!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)