Long Novocaine Poems
Long Novocaine Poems. Below are the most popular long Novocaine by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Novocaine poems by poem length and keyword.
Another Saturday of middle men gathers, save one, be another weekend passes, mumbling about, till I spoke out, forgive me, this be the truth of it.
'Tis but a few words, that I lent to friends ears, a course set to change,
for heard they, of a raw web unspun, perchance 'tis innocence had a part of it.
Furthered loan lobes, of fate's mired pace, that weld's their chest so tight,
it held the breadth of them, a chance to swim in its currents of a tenuous life.
A friend astrayed, from our prearranged meets of jovial matter, 'tis cavorting,
leads to a quietude, a disturbing view of jaws, 'twas given a shot of novocaine.
Reveal I to them, of a sacred trust, known only to me, and now our friends,
as a harp strums an unsung tune, strands of arrows tender points, prepares.
A test on a piece of paper, whose strength enough to shred an unstable heart,
and bring a man of untold years, of the worth that remains--a small sum it be.
No tear was spared on a solid face, that offers free slides of it, to yon floor,
pooling whispers of ancient values that will spirit a hospital room's brief use.
Sounds of car doors, engine revs, as the voice of gps's unattainable reach,
of heartbeat's ascent,'tis be a final race, rally they must, for the one of them.
A room of jovialness spreads, cavorting returns to normalcy, dry eyes rounds,
yet I see the truth of it, for they drown in tear-filled dams of fortuitous eyelids, all.
*October of last year, its earlier half, my colonoscopy test result reveals one polyp, and during the interim of its results, our friend passes away. A day before the funeral, a prerecorded message states it was benign. All of us had ourselves checked out. I suppose, my words suffices a small tribute to his memory, yet, he's not being forgotten by his friends for the many Saturday's that has passed. *This is for you buddy.
Date: 05/30/2019
**Re-edited**Date: 06/01/2019
I feel like I am just one step shy of despair
as I sit quite anxiously in this dentist's chair.
The dentist told me I would not feel any pain
after he shot my gums with novocaine.
There is the one thing I will never consider a thrill:
that will be when he starts using his drill.
My mouth is all numb now as I can't say a thing.
I have a tooth that will require a filling.
The reason why I have taken this action
is because I want to obviate an extraction.
I have gone through that ordeal before.
I can't afford to lose teeth anymore.
Nobody considers this procedure as fun.
Let's get everything over quickly and done.
I never felt so embarrassed my dear
It’s not like they were checking my ear
He gave me a gown with ties in the back
Is that what they mean by saying no to crack
He said please lay over on your side
I saw his big hands, that’s when I cried
He said there are no lumps that I can find
I said your breaking my behind
He said we’ll go through with a camera when I’m done
I said I hope it’s not a hand held one
He asked can you hold on I’m almost through
To keep from flying that’s what I’ll do
I can’t believe you are in so much pain
It’s because your nurse forgot the novocaine
He said shame on you screaming like that
I said you’re either criminally insane or a democrat
He said the test is complete and you are all clear
I said thank you doctor, see you next year.
Swamped within my disbelief, alright
Tides have changed too quick for me to see
My socks are soaked and clinging to my skin
Next moment, they're threadbare and they're dry
Just can't predict
Another moment, another funeral
Under the knife, another removal
Push me into this black night and I'll fall into the morning light
Four years of running and I haven't moved at all
Now I'll finally trip and fall
Hooked into a machine to survive
Drip the sweet illusions in my dreams
I see the situation's getting worse
Even if I wanted to escape
I'd tear it out
From a user to an addict
The stoic world before me restricts
Stumbling in perfect night, just begging to see morning light
The light in the tunnel turned out to be a train
My running was in vain
Take the tubes out, they're not helping
It all still feels like it's a scalping
Shoot me into the abyss, it cannot be much worse than this
Push me over so I won't feel a thing
Like a glass of Novocaine
“Spoke”
Could wilderness
be paradise?
Silence arrives.
The winds of change
caress the silkiness
of kiss from pain
through the taste of tears, pink,
soft the tongue stretches
feels along what remains vacant
novocaine numb inside,
fire dreams burning fierce,
somehow still remain
salty the wound
stings carry courage forward
rolling on words without wheels
along velvet streets
in the hearts
of two, not spoke
Felt, the love like warm caramel
sticks along rough roads
hard driven
ankles, arms and stories twisted
from deep potholes
and glass shards of others strewn
walked barefoot
from cracked
and broken mirrors
bleeding pearls stolen,
taken
too soon
drawn deep from within
the roots of the heart
of child and mother
skin and teeth
torn and lost
cherry red life's ocean
now in this moment
baptismal
stills the waters
yielding
trust and belief
in oneself
a calling,
victory remains
for girls so brave
unidentified
they are their own phenomena
Ezekiel wheels
golden and turning,
becoming,
heards corralled
their wings
spreading
beating like angels
spoken from cavern
of mouth unclaimed
love hides in the spaces left
for the blessed ones
to remember courage
worn forever in the blue genes
strange heroes evoked;
from purity inside,
the soul is never shunned
to smile through the hurt
to live again, to win
recognized entry
into their own
kingdoms
the child turns
towards her eyes
twin jades seen perpetual
in a mirror unwavering,
known,
no spokes
the mother
believes in her
always
she says
take life, to win
arise
begin again
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
gvlm - llb
"Ascent" / Stellardrone
https://youtu.be/FCw8XHEHSkY
Stone Cold
Sitting motionless in this storm,
I’ve walked through many deep waters,
dripping with the scars that shaped me as a reminder.
It vibrates off ?me with the thunder of your silence,
An untitled, unspoken goodbye.
That makes a grown man sigh beneath a relentless rain.
As the rain hits my windowpane,
running down like tears full of rainbow emotions,
It causes the north wind to howl in the blue hour.
Since there is no awakening
Beyond these silent walls,
These days turn bitterly cold.
And even a heavy dose of novocaine
cannot freeze the ache in my chest,
or chemicalize a wall against the grief
The needle runs deep, but they never remind raw
In this hollow aftermath.
I am broken without your touch,
Haunted by whatever humility this hour leaves behind.
Since you left, no other embrace
Will never feel the same.
I am left with these remnants
frozen memories drifting in slow motion
Like fractured, falling snow.
You were the light at the end of my tunnel.
Now, the bitter days stretch on,
I’m stranded from you, lost in a past
That can never be rewritten.
With you gone, nothing feels right. The hardest part is remaining here alone.
buried where time stands still in faded gray.
What will life be like now?
No day will ever be normal again
trapped in winter’s apathy and deep blue hours.
My longing expands into uncharted space,
bound to the heavy pull of dark matter.
If forever were a lie,
A Poetic Pinnacle – Release 2
By Franklin Price12/10/2016
A poetic pinnacle I'm trying to attain
The thought of it is daunting as it's running through my brain
There is no heavy lifting, where I would need a crane
I meet it with some humor and never with disdain
I hope I am successful that it will entertain
Familiarity with many words I will attempt to feign
I try it mainly for myself, want nothing else to gain
Want new underwear for Christmas, I hope that they are Hanes
Further alphabet progression in this poem I will ingrain
More difficult than first grade and reading Dick and Jane
Or remembering the Senator, Virginia's Timmy Kaine
All the letters so far were left where they were lain
I must leave them lying there my progress to maintain
My wisdom tooth is hurting I need some novocaine
The dentist is a friend of mine, he will help me to obtain
A shot placed in the gum below will take away the pain
Now back to the monorhyme that's not a short quatrain
Of the letters in the alphabet, only eight remain
Hope that I can make it while still remaining sane
If you see me spouting gibberish put me on the crazy train
That travels to a plane that will fly me to Ukraine
Before I arrive I'll comb my hair I'm just a little vain
The excitement now of writing this, beginning now to wane
The first shot now is wearing off, I'll now use xylocaine
For “Y” I'll make a German word just to “yankyourchain”
This attempt has made me hungry, I think I'll eat some Zatarain
Finally finished all the alphabet, though “Y”'s a little bane
Had help from several writing friends who planted words of grain
PANTYGYNT, HUMPWHISTLE and the first who was SANEJANE
Without them, Pinnacle 2 is not, or at least be quite inane.