Long Dent Poems
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The present dent is so disgusting and aggravating at times, so much so, that something has to change.
I can truly be honest and admit, I got a problem with this.
Yes, it is definitely time to get rid of this eyesore and draining present dent. Enough is enough! I’m done! I’m so sick and tired of looking at and hearing people talk about this present dent.
There has to be a way to fix this. This has been going on wayyy too long.
Well, finally, finally, finally I figured it out and did something about it.
But as for you, what do you think should happen to the present dent?
Yes, the present dent. “The Dent.” The dent that is in your life.
Truth be told, we all have “Dents.” Dents in our relationships, our finances, our health, our faith, our direction, on our job…
A dent can be from pressure, from a hit, from a mark made in the surface of something… Too much stress can cause a dent in your mood and attitude. Your confidence can be dented by negative words spoken. Your finances can take a hit due to a job loss, cheating can cause a dent in your trust… and so on and so forth.
If it’s becoming too much for you too, I’m here to tell you, do what I did and shift your focus. Don’t focus on the present dent. Look above all negativity and obstacles with a positive mindset and keep your eyes on what really matters. Positive results require positive thinking. Don’t let this dent distract you or continue to dampen you. It’s true, dents in your life can be fixed, they can bend you, but don’t let them break you.
You are strong, you are beautiful, you are so deserving to be blessed and happy.
Strengthen your faith, think positive, believe, be patient, embrace the process and watch the transformation.
As for me… I’m knocking my dents out slowly but surely.
Wear a salmon on your head,
the wild Orca said,
make it a big chinook
or perhaps a steelhead.
It's very avant-garde;
it makes a fashion dent,
and kittens think the smell
is heaven sent.
A salmon hat is a cultural fad displayed by orcas, where they wear dead salmon upon their heads. It was first observed in 1987 with southern resident orcas and was a relatively short-lived phenomenon. In 2024, the behaviour was observed again with orcas in Puget Sound. The motivations for salmon hats are unclear, but other orcas will mimic the behaviour once it begins. One hypothesis is that orcas wear salmon hats to display high food availability, or that the same individuals that originally started the trend revitalized it. It may also indicate playfulness. ~Wikipedia
Rendered
Render me in colours
Reflected by the moon,
Let the white of my smile shine
Against the brown of my frown,
Let the curve of my chin feel the touch of your hand,
While the feel of your breathe warms my soul.
See the dip in my collar bone,
Fill it with your need,
While the slow drip of your desire
Drops in pearls down my spine.
See the dent of my belly button,
The disconnect from my beginning.
Do you see the bulge of my belly?
Childbirth leaves its scars...
My legs like brown branches
Slope down to my toes.
Render me in Colours,
Soften the blow with shadows,
Spray heart across my soul,
Wrap me up in cotton wool.
It only made sense to me-
like I only wade in destiny,
like I only drink very dark tea,
on summer mornings when they are scorching...
It only made sense to me,
like it's scoring the dividers detracting O' tall and torry,
at the worried hello sojourning,
...of a next year's encouraged
deuteronomy,
and the slots spell perfectly like I am optionally twerking
tangents and the emotional torpid laughing,
hacking as I complain entrapping this dent upon the distances-
completing me in the persistence, as I know of no more to be finished
and fixed,
this is existence and the amiable confidence.
If I had sinuosity I would ooze into corners
Touching them as gentle as a first kiss,
In a non-hurtful loving way, not tearing wallpaper
Or making a dent or flicking off paint.
I would slither my mercurial self around people’s conversations,
Silently, stealthily, meandering my melting body into a quiet place,
Observing them unperturbed. If I had sinuosity I would wind myself
Into the unbeknownst inclusion of the unobserved.
I would soon understand all of the misunderstandings, and I would try to help.
But people would be afraid of my slithering ways, so they would not listen.
I would be serpent-like, and feared, if I had sinuosity.
Watch as master chefs provide a feast for you.
Fresh food laid out before your eyes.
Glowing from the heat of the dishes.
Seductive aroma dances within your nose.
Causing the saliva in your mouth to brim against your closed lips.
Wanting to moisten the food to make it slither down your throat easier.
Don't wait, take a bite.
Shivering, you cut into the flesh of the food.
The delicate perfume strengthens from the caress.
Juices slip down as the piece of food enters your mouth.
With the first bite ending too quickly,
A second must follow.
An another; is that drool dripping from your chin?
An another; loosening your bottom clothing.
An another; your top is too tight.
An another; the chair groans but doesn't break.
An another; you haven't made a dent in the feast before you.
An another; worry not there's more to come.
7/29/18
All over the road, about to wreck
One of many causes for yet another death
Too many chickens giving each other pecks
They just look and rubberneck
Person overboard, from falling over the deck
Luckily they had on a life vest
No offense
I don't want to sit around and work behind a desk
Far from over yet
It's been one heck of a trek
I currently work at a vet
Helping take care of people's pets
With care and respect
Putting forth my best
Situations being assessed
During the quest
Making progress
Taking continual steps
Striving towards success
And nothing less
In order for it to manifest
Otherwise there'll be regrets
Like all the beer I buy and drink at my own expense
Knowing it can have harmful long-term effects
Taking occasional time to reflect
Great and not very well is how it went
I wasn't making a dent
Until my intent
Went to the furthest extent
And was one hundred and ten percent
I got more than I ever dreamt
Near and far from items made with hemp
On days and nights with a drop or rise in temp
Such a f***ing mess
What the corrupt have been doing is grotesque
I'm not going to repent
Or lament
Occasionally I disconnect
From the internet
Took off and left
Went camping, pitched a tent
Then took a rest
Somewhere out West
For time I'm pressed
I got to jet
From the dirt back to cement
Taking care of business, and running through a check
Zero time to focus on petty things, no bigger than a speck
Yes
I confess
I'm lonely, I guess
Now let's
See what happens next
God bless
When my time comes, in peace I'll rest
By: Dalton Ogletree
What If There Was No Tomorrow? - The Polar Ice ‘Cap’
- this time it’s burnt and curled upon a new head. The
sweet smoke of his sugarloaf effigy black as night,
surrounded by a material red trim, below Parliament houses
blows political greed into fiery smouldering smithereens –
then it floated and landed after years, drifting, onto
the crown of a man: a business man portraying
wealth and class; here it sat above suit and below sun. The
American dream swirled with scotch and the tip of a bowler,
only for the same piece (restyled of coursed) to later sell for
pounds to make the pupils of any impoverished person pop:
his Hamburg with a knowing dent in back, how it span and
spun from black to grey and back again around Hill’s peak
to be dyed again and tilted just so. Now it’s pillbox pink and a knitted
O of a name/shape-sake that covers her head where her husband
had a target upon his. Watermelon-pink colour dye actually: the very
same fruit palette of brain cradled in her hands at high speed.
This latest star attraction of Burgdorf’s no doubt was, decades
prior, nothing but a mix of lifeless green and sludge brown from
grass and cud - metallic dead daises ducking over No Man’s
Land. A Brodie: styled on a not-yet-pulled pin grenade atop
beads of sparkling sweat, dripping slipping salt where now
a pedal controlled sewing machine stabs and pins sequins into
veils that hide brides with (it must be said) the same success
that protected Fawkes’ Plot or Churchill’s reputation or
Jackie’s husband and the slaughtered soldiers’ skulls - but
still the accessories twist into fascinators fancy enough for
mothers to weep below, only to find the box dish or bow
to be knocked akilter during the traditional bouquet mad
dash - then up – up – up! into the air before landing anew,
refreshed as a Gatsby or Hijab, perhaps a Trilby or Zucchetto;
better yet, the Boater or Sailor we’ll need when the hat that covers
all our heads smoulders and peaks when next dented and melted: a
loose grenade we can’t be veiled from, nor refashioned nor restyled
when the next season’s must have
will be a copper and bolt
protective Diving Mask
for the drowning tomorrow
from The Polar Ice 'Cap'.
please allow ample delivery time
per arability of friendship
and hoop fully this acquiescence
can render an accord shared
via exchanging calumet peace pipe
initially invoked qua
piercing, gouging, digging...from hooked aquilinity
upon awareness miss applying the squaw aridity
mine swallowing capacity as pins pricking
a voodoo likeness doll (of me),
though this claim could steeped
in utter contrived artificiality
fusing flagrant faulty aromaticity
asininity admitting absent attentiveness
as ska walking a fine line
betwixt asexuality behooves
rectification allowing solution Wiccan agree
upon linking assimilability, assignability, assiduity
implicating with asperity whore err roan
nee huss rubble word choice prompting asperity
inducing me to cast the first stone
of apology, and self awareness
totally tubularly offer thyself as human sacrifice
redeeming conceding unalterable venal tone
role of squawking chief fowl ling at the end zone
regarding, where associatively properly went
assumability, anonymity of the internet vent
ting modality adopting immunity,
viz virtual community tent
revival meeting adumbrating atypicality, attainability
avoidance of audiological atrocity, sans atonality sent
to ear rate, the autoimmunity authority,
authenticity, austerity, audacity, co rent
ting availability, automaticity, accessibility
asper automobility to scale tenement, pent
house, or pre faux ying bing avascularity,
avidity, avuncularity avers automatically tall lent
aim to amble along xy feigning tubby
with minimal audibility clark kent
information superhighway
axiality grid via galavanting gent
can be activated swimmingly
with less overt axe said dent.
DEAR FRIEND,
THE END IN FRIEND HITS THE DEEP END,
THE SHADOW I USED TO DEFEND,
AT PRESENT I HAVE NONE TO DEPEND,
ITS AS IF ALL YOU DID WAS PRETEND.
DEAR FRIEND,
WITH THE SHADOWS OF YOU I SPENT,
ALL YOU LEFT WAS A PAINFUL DENT,
CURRENTLY ALL I CAN DO IS VENT,
LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO SERPENT.
DEAR FRIEND,
I NOW HAVE NO TEARS LEFT TO CRY,
YOU HAVE LET MY FEELINGS DIE,
YOU WERE NEVER TRUTHFUL TO ME, YOU LIE!,
I HAD TO WAVE YOU GOODBYE
DEAR FRIEND,
I THANK YOU FOR ONE THING,
FOR TEACHING ME FRIENDSHIP CAN STING,
I AM THE ONE I HAVE TO CLING,
GRATEFUL YOU'RE NOT HERE THIS SPRING.