Short Dentistry Poems

supine in support
buzz of fly in o’erhead light
with my mouth agape
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My signal 
is made with my mouth
where I eat
and where I kiss.
I say yes around my lips,
biologically I may
suck in or
disembogue here.
My smile is
the main
face of my yes,
eight teeth
I keep fresh and
well shaped.
My smile is
more important than
my soul....

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the winter cemetery
a full moon, gravestones, shadowed dentistry
the snow crisp underfoot
the shadows black as soot
silence broke, I hurt my butt
falling on a shadow hiding symmetry

the winter cemetery
I cleared the snow whence, not intentionally 
hells inferno, open
my back I had broken
my flowers, my token
lay scattered over all, so irreverently




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Help, the dentist has got me to kill
Torturing me with her drill
Scraping my teeth with her silver hook
She is pretty but she is giving me that look
I will kill thee to cleanse dentistry
Do not resist, do not resist me
Scrub scrub with her buffer and polishing paste
Thee is done, begone, make haste
More patients I have to lay waste
Dont forget to settle thy bill
Lest I will bring thee back to rekill....

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Ignoramus in art, you'll say of me.
I've tried hard, but still 
can't see

that Mona Lisa's mystic smile
known to bewitch folks 
even from a mile!

Seems she parts her lips daintily
to let a hiccup out 
gracefully

or a vulgar burp, hyperacidity,
or hide nicotinic teeth 
artfully.

None in her mouth's coy symmetry
remotely resembles 
a mystery.

Could it be dental deformity?
Y'see I took up ortho-
dentistry....

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Ignoramus in art, you'll say of me.
I've tried real hard, but now I still can't see
that Mona Lisa's mythic, mystic smile,
known to bewitch folks even from a mile!


Seems to me she parts her lips daintily
to let out a half hiccup gracefully
or a vulgar burp, hyperacidity,
or hide nicotinic teeth artfully!


Nothing there in her mouth's coy symmetry
remotely resembles a mystery.
Maybe she's got dental deformity.
Y'see, I took up ortho-dentistry !...

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Wales is Grape
 [Enter the 'Wales' Poetry Contest]
[Done to the Methodist Hymn, "How Great Thou Art"] 

Wales to me is ...
Oh he was born, in Glastonbury, England
fermentation of grape juice he hath made
no alcohol shall be used for communion.
Thomas Welch, Methodist minister forbade

Then sings my soul, for peanuts and jelly
How great thou art, how great thou art
Then sings my soul, despite his dentistry 
England is not Wales but not apart.

by,
Martin Braun
5/26/2020...

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