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233 My Idol Dentist

233.

My Idol Dentist



Many times in my life

My teeth have been a strife



It brought me too much pain

That made me quite insane



From childhood to my teen

My teeth so bad have been



‘Coz everytime it aches

Trouble to me it makes



I want to pull it out

I want to make a shout



Root canal and fillings

Cleanings and extractings



All those I've undergone

Until mostly are gone



False teeth when I was teen

True now only thirteen



New denture just last year

Extracts without a tear



Yes, extractions – painless

I also had paid less



To this dentist in town

Who comforts like a clown



Doctor Baticados

Amazing serving boss…



You're my idol dentist

The best among the rest!



-11/29/2013

(Dumarao)

*grinding/molars just extracted painlessly
Form: Rhyme


This Iz Not the Poem Part Deux

NOW WHIZ THE MOMENT TO PREPARE TO SCRUTINIZE
MY WRITTEN ATTEMPT AND HOPE MY OFFERTORY
DISTINCT FROM OTHER GALS N GUYS.

thankful to enjoy genesis of thoughts
from whence doth spring germ 
of an idea, that either takes root 
(exhibiting potential to live with 
arms strong) when just a tender 

vulnerable shoot (ephemeral as notes 
issuing from a magic flute)
within fifty plus shades of gray matter 
per this fifty plus year ole coot?

This need dull in haste tack 
search for source that gave rise 
per process to enable *****sapiens 
to think doth nag horse sense 
of this poet as he initially digs shallow, 

yet sometimes forced to spelunk 
into crawl space narrow and shallow, 
or shine laser focus into a chasm 
teetering on brink (hunting down 

gamesome elusive dodging catlike whims) 
out pace readied whorled wide net 
to capture alive agile rat fink unseen 
quiet as a mouse notion gives hardy fellow 
(quite a chase) scurrying thru micro
cosmic burrow of Manhattan skyscrapers 

at a blink, said quarry vanishes 
without a trace just as quick mental cogs 
and wheels generated riveting link 
connecting bot sized tinker toys pinging 

within cerebral cortex appearing random 
as nonsequiturs conscious kinks via 
distracting ability to latch onto awesome 
fleeting mindspace inducing minor frustration 
at lack of ability to nab (albeit painlessly) 

zinc shimmering insight cognizant ability 
likened to ode to Grecian urn vase frieze 
depicting ever closely captured thought 
process, cuz lifespan shorter than a wink 
king third eye blind comfortably numb beatle browser.
Form: Ballad

Hcs 4 'To Obtain It, Laurie With Her Dear Life Paid'

FOUR

To obtain it, Laurie with her Dear Life paid,
She did not count the cost, as cowards do,
But gave her Heart, to be re-forged and made,
A Diamond Heart… Pure, Innocent and True…
Into a misericorde, blade meant to end
With Mercy, Dark Ones… Those whose Time has come
Who have made Life a Misery, and bend
The courses of Reality – they hum
Not, nor do cook in their pajamas,
They are Diseased with Hate and Cruelty
Is just another tactic – do their mamas
Pray for them?  That’s why she comes!
To nihilists, she brings the coup-de-grace*
And carries the repentant over the floss…

*the coup-de-grace was not only a merciful blow with a dagger, designed to swiftly and painlessly end the life of a suffering knight, who could not be saved, this name was also used for the dagger, itself, which was designed for such a purpose.  Another name for the coup-de-grace is 'misericorde'

Genesis of Thoughts

Narrow and shallow shining laser focus 
     into chasm while teetering on brink
akin to scurrying thru microcosmic burrow 
     of microscopic Manhattan skyscrapers 
     wink'n nod and blink,

this ace of spades heart (diamond 
     in the rough) poet digs club billy shallow 
     sometimes forced to spelunk 
     thru crawl space chink
     
hunting down gamesome dodging 
     catlike whim elusively outpaced,
yet webbed, whorled wide net 
     nonetheless doth cap cha alive 
     agile adept idealized rat fink,

which unseen quite quiet mouse notion 
     gives hardy fellow run for his money, 
     within scrunched brow mental chase
possibly connected to a preceding pondering 
or appearing randomly 
     viz, non-sequitur conscious kink

     said quarry i.e. whimsical thoughts   
frequently vanish without a trace
     quick as mental cogs and wheels 
     generate snapchatting, riveting, twittering link

process allowing, enabling, and providing 
     albeit easily distracting ability 
     to grasp awesome zinging, lightening, 
     fleeting brainstorm within windswept
     mind space *****sapiens to think
    
shimmering insight cognizant ability 
     likening ode on Grecian urn vase
frieze depicting elusive capture 
     thought process lifespan shorter than a wink

via third eye blind of 
     comfortably numb beatle browed face
to locate source giving rise 
    king inducing minor frustration at inability 
     to nab (albeit painlessly) shimmering zinc

like inception, deception, taking wing
within fifty plus shades swing
and conception of consciousness stir ring
nanobyte size quisling

gray matter housing chromosomal ping 
pong pin balling genes summons King
kong of Leon intrigue, jing
gull ling, where disparate 

     ideas linkedin fling
pollinated neurological network ebbing
and flowing, sans during
writerly blitzkrieg thread ding 
provocative point of pinterest bing

proclimation emancipation pensive predilection
to contrive a means and ways 
to corral mischievous mental minions
who seem to vanish without a trace  

holographic after effect or image evoked
from virtual reality, the latest modality 
to pair dime a dozen stray cats re:
untamed cerebral creatures tempting 
contemplation to occupy hours.

Battery For Hyundai Sonata Needed Today

Battery (for Hyundai Sonata) Needed Today

Frugality worn by fiat generated
by alternate fickle finger of fate,
the plus side being said vehicle
parked here in public Salem's lot,
where I live with said diabolical mate

at highland manor apartments
penury run me underground in potter's
grave adversity doth unfortunately accelerate
curse to finance repairs of titled automobile,
more'n six months ago plus of late,

where saving impossible mission more
difficult than resurrecting the dead
even an atheist (like me) could activate,
thus this poet blithely doth adumbrate
posthumous renown much more likely than

mine corporel flesh (a complex conglomerate
edifice), essentially if present automotive
woe continues, one beastie boy aggregate,
oven ironic steely dan sing nature
unstoppable trooper, respectable,

and likeable rubber re: soul apostate
ascending, bridging, and
crossing unscheduled airdate
not set, whirling wide arms akimbo
webbed spirit world whose

self worth did depreciate,
this future disembodied
essence death will alleviate
he can deliberately leverage,
imagine, and envisage, I do articulate

mean, kickstartering (ill) luck knowing
postage overdue, I anticipate
outstanding debts unpaid
monies ash should urn
at grave robber's rate

within an eternity and
credit debits to eliminate
delay getting transported
into another dimension
NO colorful bedecked Apartheid

of time space, nonetheless
perhaps choosing reincarnate
entity formerly matter
of Matthew Scott Harris
doth unconsciously assimilate

painlessly whatsapp pining
for xfinity (away off into
verizon) accommodate
ting with easy equipoise no
difficulty to assimilate
linkedin with alternate

universe, where "FAKE" prelate
will presidentially usher
trumpet, shutterfly, annunciate
one successful Earthly gadfly,
donning imprimatur to communicate
with bone a fide skull fullness!


I Could Go Like Anybody Else

I could go like anybody else, make another woman
woman happy and wake up greeting the dawn, 
I'll be spending the days of the seasons:
kissing her and hugging her more than once;
if it means being very faithful 
to her and recite her a verse she loves:
I would have achieved my goal!

Temptations will not make me act strange and weak,
the beauty of other women can attract,
but not betray you for voluptuous lips,
and soft arms that's not what I seek!
No, my promise to you must remain intact...
no, I don't hide things and watch you shed endless tears! 

I could go like anybody else,
be a heartbreaker and say goodbye;
you don't deserve the same pain I gave to others;
it will not be a good thing to lie!
You deserve more than trust and hugs,
after you hurt somebody really badly
what's the use of showing remorse?
Wouldn't it be wiser to end it painlessly?
Form: Lyric

Premium Member My Non-Bucket List

I have no terribly strong ambitions
and no burning desire to do something totally new.
I’ve seen, heard, smelled, tasted and felt so many things.

As a child I daydreamed.
Today such dreams are rare.
The wisdom of the “ages” has proved to me
the futility of dreams too high,
for I have learned by now
that if I had truly wanted 
the fantastic things I’d once desired,
surely I’d have fought and gotten them by now.
And when I think of it, I did manage to achieve
some measure of success with poetry, 
having wished once upon a time 
to be able to write as did my beloved mentor -
hundreds upon hundreds of poems!

I live the fantasy of life vicariously through movies!
If I had any kind of bucket list, I suppose it would be
to watch every good movie ever made 
and every one that will be made in the future!
However, that cannot be a suitable item for a bucket list
when I am always watching movies anyway to achieve that goal!

I am satisfied with life. 
Even on a bad day, I am thankful for small comforts,
my home and family, friendships, poetry, the many pets I’ve loved,
the joy of simple pleasures such as music, books and food,
past experiences, future plans, and the daily routines I enjoy.

And so I search my mind to know what would be on my bucket list,
but I honestly can’t say.
I have only this to say about the “bucket”:
I hope I might learn how, in the end,
to painlessly *kick it! 

* For those who don’t know: To kick the bucket means to die.

Written by Andrea Dietrich
For Frank Herrera's  Bucket List Contest

Premium Member Aquarian Age

Did our Age of Aquarius evaporate,
fail to regenerate,
to resonate,
fall too far short of what our parents
knew we should anticipate?
Free love could not sustain
weak non-violent resolutions against
whatever busyness was for.

Yet, if love invites synergy,
mutual gravity,
and creation evokes compassion's transregeneration,
how could love cost more than free?
How could co-redemption not invest everything
in learning how to cooperatively Be,
free of enslaving supremacist becoming,
free to come together 
as ecological We?

Those who stop to count these costs of love,
look for ways to divest of co-investment,
ignoring Earth's mentoring economy
of light's photosynthetic comprehension,
of neutral's dark unconsciousness,
a fog bank evaporating 
doubly unbinding timeless spaciousnest
patterned mystery
absent of color 
flowing free love intention.

If Time's eternal unfolding presence is 0-dimensional,
and AnthroNature's bicameral perception i
s 2-dimensional line
and 4-dimensioned time
recreating bicameral form with function,
ego emerging from eco,
yang incarnating binomial yintegrity
reiterating communicating neuro-processors
borrow RNA's decomposing 3-space with 1-time prime bilateral dimensions,
equivalent seasons;

Shy winterish Uracil of Universal freely decomposing love
greets Cytosine's full summer-formed regeneration,
as objectives greet their past and future subjects;
while Adenine painlessly springs
for Guanine's lavishly com-posted integrative harvest,
as verbs form fractal-recycling nouns,
verbal con-science revolutions,
relearning Earth's organic language,
by echoing universal polypathic syntax.

Universal Anthro-cultural 
verbal power of co-governance
becomes a Left-brained dominant and reductive tyrant,
an Emperor reified of clothes
to cool His naked Ego-thirst.

However,
when power remains integral within co-passionate
climatic health,
co-gravitational integrity of wealth,
synergetic uniting cooperatism,
then naked 1-power conjoins dark yin-time 0-rations,
shy bigendering romantic convex/concave camouflage,
re-birthing this post-millennial 
gift-it-forward 
Age of co-binary Aquarius.

Hcs 3 'I Have the Best Wife, For the Love of Pete'

THREE

I have the best wife, for the Love of Pete!
My Little Potato ever Blesses me!
She helps me heal with everything I eat,
She leads me ‘cross the wide, Samsara Sea!
She whirls me, like a top, darkness spins off!
She’s patient with my weaknesses, and drops
The subject, once she’s done telling me off,
Abundance, Beauty, Joy, Peace, are the crops
She grows in Heavenly Gardens, rosy bowers…
There, hides a dagger, the fatal coup-de-grace*
…She fights with Principalities and Powers!
Word-forged the dagger is, a ruby cross
Adorns its hilt, see, it is of Words made
To obtain it, Laurie with her dear life paid…

*the coup-de-grace was not only a merciful blow with a dagger, designed to swiftly and painlessly end the life of a suffering knight, who could not be saved, this name was also used for the dagger, itself, which was designed for such a purpose

Premium Member An Exultant Reverie

 
Written: February: 06, 2024
             ___________________________________________

Peaceful solitude,
letting exit of daily routine,
surrender to peace,
deep breathing calms the spirit,
relax tight muscles,
exhaling painlessly,
away from extraneous impacts,
falling into happiness. 
 
Our palms are extended,
only a few inches away,
approach the
shrouded sanctum,
excitedly expecting,
the lavish outpour,
with the cherubs,
leap forward,
our contaminated chalice,
we shed transgressions,
slithering veneer,
digging for who we are,
out of the covetous quagmire.

Gradually into an ecstatic reverie,
where time and space are muffled,
mental symphony, being level and quiet,
quietness says volumes,
rich and calming,
controlling all noises,
who enters my head?
stillness grows inside,
permeating every bodily fiber,
magically interacting within,
so aged things may be rejuvenated,
a baffling land that hides delight,
swaying daisy petals and soft skin,
circles of cutlery.
 
Colorful smells scent them
pasted text paralysis,
capture lovely theaters,
subtle care cracks,
juxtaposed with colors and rich smells,
falling and reveling.
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