Short Molars Poems

graft, tough nut to crack

       needs no less than strong molars

                 of social morals...

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positively
I got a problem with my molars
favorite sweets
can't eat
Oh, right
I have front teeth
I hated it
so much....

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 molars 
m a s t i c a t e 
meals 

written 15/07/21
1st placement
3 words all starting with M noun verb noun
Joseph May sponsored
in just a few words (2) contest...

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Sexy Sardine:
Dishy
Fishy

Charming Swordfish
Darlin'
Marlin

Alaskan poacher gets mauled by a:
Polar's
Molars

After sex, bears often share a:
Yogi
Stogie

Snake Charmer:
Viper
Piper

Sheep Predator:
Mutton
Glutton...

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What's in a name 
But century old letters
Painted and peeling around a third floor balcony?
All cold to touch and higher than my chest

What's in a name
But syllables gathering in his molars
Filled up like fangs?
He wants, he wants, he wants...

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what about those truths
hidden in our younger tooth
biting. mouth open

laughter fills my hair
as molars about to crush
harden substances

kneading to be smashed
garnish words of harden facts
open mouth biting


written by James Edward Lee Sr...

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While death nears, it's wintertime in my soul, my
Once vibrant spirit tires out, no longer can I
Run with the wind like springtime in my flesh. Behind
My molars, worms will feed when death comes, then I’ll
Sleep in the heart of the earth until a better day....

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Anyone afraid of ghosts out there
I'd even bet my bottom molars there are
The creaking floors while you're half asleep
The ghostly visions in the corner of the room
Just after turning off the light
Your skin crawls with a sudden chill
 Ghosts are not real everybody knows that
 Or are they......

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Smiles are irrationality embodies
as the Tides' curling edges hopelessly
Moon-driven. It is Poppy seed dialect
and swollen pupil diction,
and it is
an Om's eternity away 
from lolling tongue, rolling eyes, gnawinggrindinggnashing
molars who read road atlas veins in crude
braille like tea leaves:

The taste of God
in a shrapnel bomb....

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"Don't you spin your little head about it."
"But mama look at my face;
it's big now mama"

"Now don't be crying about it, Senny.
"But Papa I can't sleep.
What if I don't get better?"

"Why you shaking' honey?
It'll only take a sec;
a couple of molars."

"You'll be fine in a couple of days."
"But mama look at my face;
its so big now"...

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As I come, for molarity 
without molars. 
No grinding was left 
in the millstones.

The family 
accumulates. My distorted shape 
will not accept 
the broken ankle.

Paraplegic, you run 
faster than meteriorite. 
The boom was heard 
beyond cacophony.

It had come from 
the blue. The burning anchor 
of desire, without 
the damp eyes.


Satish Verma...

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My eyes tear up
As the frigid wind blows
encrusting my cheeks
and my snotcicle nose

Hands in my pockets
Strait legged jaunt
Skin touching pant leg
Is not what I want

Each morning like night time
The sun must be stuck
I curse at the climate 
As I pre start my truck

My neck hairs all dancing
To chattering molars
I understand winter
But this crap is polar...

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to succumb to the allure of temptation
is to sink into the abyss of damnation;
there is no road that will lead us back
to where we started and be pure again
for the stain shall remain forever within.

oh, morality! many souls lost in thy altar,
well-meaning folks sinning despite you;
like teeth guarding the gate to the core,
either we remain clean from start to end
or be sullied, then fall off, unredeemed....

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A most irksome, most self-righteous creature on earth,
this megaphoning doomsday prophet of the street,
harassing and haranguing everyone to repent.


This holier-than-thou dude with an attitude,
is just like some toothless dentist of decency,
guarding the molars of morals of society,


Good folks he threatens with spiritual tooth decay.
Ah, but from the curse of eternal misery,
he spares those who donate so much to his treasury!


....

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When I sleep, the atmospheric weight
pushes on my jaw, creaking
like overambition– I am pried open

Moonlight focused into silver cords
light the runway of my tongue

Spiders march through pearly gates,
little legs stepping over cracked molars

They nestle in the branches of my marrow
and tie taut webs around my heart

Silken string in twenty-four hands
push-pull     right-left     back-forth

My heart pumps grateful blood
and my jaw snaps shut with the dawn...

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There are no better times like the ones we shared together
They were times that our molars were always visible
They were the shouting, laughing and cheering times
        The times we were embraced by happiness

They were the gifted times, we called them
They were the times meant to start a new life
But also the times that brought our separation
        The times we were embraced by happiness




Written between 2000-2003 
Just the young thoughts of the young mind...

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