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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
She fluently moves across the floor as silently as dust
Every muscle in her physique is on high alert to respond
Her body is perfectly sculpted from the legs to the bust
Painlessly lifting her weight by going above and beyond
Her movements are spiritual and connect with her soul
The slim arms were in sync, blending earth with the sky
Bowing, bending, swaying to the music, still in control
Fluttering and flapping symbolizing a monarch butterfly
Working herself into a frenzy while turning and spinning
As if pleading to life to give her a reprieve from misfortune
Tired of losing to adversity that prevents her from winning
Finally, collapsing in a heap on the floor from exhaustion
A choreographed dance is a divine artistic act of expression
It has become her medicine and the purest form of therapy
The movement hopes to reduce anxiety, fear, and depression
Though wearier than ever, for there is no cure for her malady
The Television
The beast,
eats your heart out slowly,
takes your soul away painlessly,
and barely if at all
it is ever noticed by any.
It growls lowly, quietly,
and beats you into submission
with loving notions of guilt
and the promise of safety
with the use of propaganda,
and the illusion of truth,
within the lies.
Watch me,
watch me...
watch me...
i am listening to this song
there will never be another you
tears roll down my face slowly
i remember the look on her face
i recall the eerie quiet
i will never forget wishing that she could have died peacefully and painlessly
i am listening to to this song
there will never be another you
the rain begins to fall
the wind begins to cry
the sky cannot contain her dark emotions
things will never be the same in this frigid world of monotony
i am listening to this song
there will never be another you
a trip sounds so good right now
reality and the situation within is speaking way louder
instead, i decide to go and park someplace quiet and undisturbed
this is the only place i feel like being a seeker of today
Is it possible to live
in this world without pain...!?
Painlessly...!?
No... but we can
build fortresses
with pure feelings
to understand and learn
the need for learning...
learn to accept and have power
to mitigate this pain while we live
because everything belongs
to the whole of what life is,
and live together.
it's needed...
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?
TELL me, dear, everything which occupies you
LAY each piece out, display your soul
SELL me utterly all components, oldest to new
SAY absolute etirety, without any toll
FEEL my hands reaching musty content gently
DRAWN out painlessly, your dark place
REVEAL shame and sins as though incidentally
TORN from humiliation without a trace
BEGIN to trust your ribcage, competent holder
Of HEART, outlandish desires wrapped
WITHIN terror of memory allowed to smoulder
DEPART from a prison, ribcage relaxed
IMMERSED in latitude, stream jumping joyous
FORGIVENESS view gifts expansion
TRAVEVERSED in unison, a vocalised voyage
DELIVERS cognition spun in tandem
BLUEST of blue moons we nurture, accessible
GIVING your mind renews our reward
TRUEST thoughts I massage make it possible
LIVING with wisdom, sharing one orb
13th November 2020
Written for Contest: In Rhymes Sublime
Sponsor: Joseph May
Death you are a mystery profound
Different stories about you abound
You are most feared of all
For you whole world is small
You are impeccable, immaculate at work
Plodding incessantly never you shirk
You are sudden, silent and quick
At opportune time lives you pick
You painlessly end all earthly life
Putting an end to every life's strife
In reverence, I bow unto you
Oh Death! None can equal you
Reflected light
within & without
All one spirit
as we go about
That fizz that is
beyond delineation
Divine omnipresence
obviates meditation
Layer by layer painlessly
the false falls away
Within void of emptiness
to the music we sway
No doing to be done
save choosing alignment
Elixir of life fills our being
celebrating enlivenment
16-September-2020
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'
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
the blank screen
So here on a blank screen is the enemy
It has to be defeated filled with words so the blank
The screen can’t haunt me in the night.
I saw a vet program of a horse that was 3o years old
It couldn’t pull a cart any more, unproductive
Grazing and doing nothing, it also had kidney problems
Otherwise, it was beautiful.
A vet was called to put the horse down the vet thought
The horse looked fine, but it is useless the owner said
Put it down; a couple of injection later it was done.
Perhaps it was a good thing dying painlessly, we put
Older people in homes where they slowly die of boredom.
reallity is calling i cant hear a thing
destiny is dawning not inside my dream
black is always black regardless of the light
shadows drifting back into the clutches of the night
i can see the world inside a bubble of its own
im no longer curled around that lonley mass of stone
silently ive left to live inside my dreams
painlessly bereft of everything it seems
this is where i belong lost amongst the clouds
where my heart is strong and thoughts are said aloud
im not comming back so find me if you can
this world is painted black and im a candle understand
Belt Out Poems
Out more poems again, I did belt;
Done painlessly without any welt;
Opened folder,
And grew older;
Much emotion in poems was felt.
Jim Horn
Once upon a time fairies had tails, feathers and even scales.
This is the true tale of how and why fairies lost their tails.
Well
It all began in ancient times in the age of the dinosaurs
The first fairies were like mini flimsy and flighty Archaeopteryx
With scales, feathers and a long prehensile tail adorned with scales
Fairies flipped their tails to cast spells
But their tails were heavy and misspells were frequent.
Undoing spells was costly, unsure and tricky.
One day the fairy godmother decreed:
"Fairy Tail spells are Old Hat and Flawed"
"There's too many bad spells from miss-flicked tails"
"Fairies need a wand in hand like me"
"Fairy tails be gone!"
With a 'Hey Presto' flick of godmother wand
All fairy tails were painlessly excised
And converted to hand-held magic wands
So now you know
The fairy tale of how a fairies lost their tails
And stopped their misspells.
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