Long Denture Poems

The pencil now resting the image was 'testing' for the creature before him, (his badly-drawn drawin') had come out 'not right' somewhat twisted and tight.

The picture in question, it burst with suggestion, for lines that...

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THE PEANUT BUTTER STRIKE

In my last year at school I was made a prefect,	
Why I don’t know for I was no model scholar
But thinking back and taking the time to reflect,
I’m happy to have fond...

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The bane of a cold sore inside my mouth

Sent my smooching life south,
whereby I felt like poor Georgie Porgie,
pudding and pie,
who kissed the girls and made them cry.

The medical term for cold sores,
Herpes Labialis, refers
to...

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Losing hair is a sign of ageing,
Except for other eventual reasons, of course.
Thank God, I'm just getting older, not ill.
My sight is not the same anymore.
Even when wearing glasses, focus is sometimes blurred.
Knees? Oh, please!
None...

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   Crunch, crunch say my teeth as they devour,
That freshly baked warm crusty cob made from flour
   Oh bother say I, that does not feel right,
As my tongue explores the cause...

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(Asia may not know, this LIX city split baby boomer now ranks himself as an in denture charred sir vent reflecting on that painful instant when enamel collided with frozen water versus the recent removal...

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Yours truly never heard, seen, no lies
particularly when alone
facing my (pushing up daisies) demise,
without pretense nor guise,
he honestly decries
smelled, tasted, nor touched, any size,

and essentially knew nothing besides
ancient fruit grown in Japan
for past 1,000 years...

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Many years ago my partner gave me an unexpected birthday surprise,
A trip to Lake Windermere, the beauty of it there’s no compromise.

The hotel where we stayed was right on the edge of the lake,
A perfect...

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Time has passed by since I wrote
No awards received, not even a vote
Book shelves are filled with all the best sellers
Libraries kept mine down in their cellars. 

I tossed out the old glass oil lamp
It...

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Assumption begot,
     that cumulative generations
     bred tiredness weariness zap
ping ability to remain awake,

     nope even enough energy
     to feign...

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Prints



Voice print, finger print, DNA, foot print, bomb print, 

Computer print, cloth print.  Fossil prints, animal print.  

Print for a dent. 

Everything can be identified.  

Denture print, teeth print, money print, tire...

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In that cheerful house room,
                Everything  ok, by the air and the floor ...
     ...

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Would you like to play a guess game?
What kind of the person would be like
Based on the following verbal comments
Made by people from all walks of life?

"A lousy parent, who had never driven a car."
"A...

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When the sun begins to rise and I open my eyes,
I see only the path to my adventure.
I am taken with delight as I prepare to ride in flight,
If only I could find my upper...

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**** please note British spelling of ageing used ****

If the truth is told I’m getting old -
Of that there’s no denying
Grey hairs appear upon my head
I dye them, I’m not lying

My memory is not what...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Uncouth and hideous,
the large yellow denture,
that jutted out like poles,
those undulating  skin folds,
that scarred the face,
those slanted muddied eyes,
those swollen colorless lips,
and haywire hairs that stood like a demon crown,
everyone saw this guy and...

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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...

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Why Do You Write? 
The sleepy poem asked me
Before it vanished in my shy pencil

Speechless were my boats 
On the waves of her eyes
When the sixth nail in my palm 
Rode the the pencil I...

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her increasing wants ergeses me
to satisfy
the need for meat
I never ask why
the gravy sauces the plate
and covers the imperfections
of potatoes mashed to accompany the meat
this meat so tender
so damn tender
the edges crisp with sweet caramelized...

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Who’s that fellow that came, you know, what’s his name?
The one who was quite underweight
He came round last week, with a zit on his cheek
And he mended and painted our gate

Come on, you should know...

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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...

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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...

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