I think about,
the right and wrong.
And good and bad,
that comes along.
So on my guitar,
I play a song,
to ease the pain,
of morals gone.
For every tune,
there is a sound,
in hurtful hearts,
is felt profound.
Sometimes I try,
to contradict,
my wicked thoughts,
when times are strict.
For every deed,
does have a cost.
But no righteous act,
is ever lost.
To live with guilt,
a single day,
is enduring ache,
of tooth decay.
I feel the pain,
that pounds within.
I seek relief,
from every sin.
To you my Lord,
I grieve regret.
so come tomorrow,
I shall forget.
There is no comfort,
in tunes or song.
No words or music,
could fix the wrong.
I seek forgiveness,
from every soul,
I had tormented,
or lives had stole.
If you are fortunate to be able to have you and your
family's dental needs taken care of-
thank the good Lord when you pray,
because many in our midst cannot make a
dental appointment on any given day.
Men, women, children are struggling with
tooth decay, their teeth hurt,
dentists out there, I'm not trying to be curt.
The high cost of dental care leaves many
people in a tough situation,
this must be addressed more in our nation.
Some people have died of dental disease,
listen, dentists, please-
I know some of you are paying off student loans,
but this problem can't be left alone,
if you haven't already, try to fit into your time,
charitable dental work for those squeezing
every dime.
Some families make a little over the Medicaid
and other social health programs threshold,
but still need help, so may I speak bold-
perhaps some socialized dentistry, if that's
what it takes,
especially for the needy's sake.
For many, sitting in a dental chair has not
been in awhile,
and God wants everyone to be able to smile. ~
Sharing hard candy with her best friend Shirley
Impossible task if deciduous teeth are lost prematurely
Although each child progresses in a different rate
My predecessor took its time as I came in a little late
I caused Chloé pain erupting—cutting through her gum
An icepack so frigid was chilling, making me numb
Chloés sneaky attempts to hide sweets in her room
Have cost her front baby teeth to come out to soon
Candy, I chomp up and bite down ‘til it’s in many pieces
Crunchy and noisy, sugar and saliva all over me releases
A child should brush us teeth, at least twice per day
And avoid sugary foods that promote tooth decay
A stubborn child who doesn’t listen to mom's wise advice
Needs to be told over again, more than once more than twice
A sweet tooth like me never gives in and so, I have a chip
Off to the dentist we’ll go, for a temporary behind Chloé’s sore lip!
The news
controls my views
Vials of pills
mountains of bills
Lack of sleep
counting sheep
Overeating
bowels bleeding
Tooth decay
more every day
Hair's turned white
Say 'goodnight!'
There's a shop down the street
where all the school kids meet;
a shop of wonders and delight
all wrapped up in one big bite
Step inside this tasty paradise,
take a bite of fudge, take another slice;
jars full of gobstoppers and pear drops,
and in the freezer icicle pops.
Exploding mouths full of tingling space dust,
an amazing taste and a sugar rush;
cola bottles, flying saucers, and lemon sherbets
white chocolate mice, drumsticks, and candy cigarettes.
Spending pocket money every day
not worrying about tooth decay;
a bagful of happiness just for a penny,
keeping close to the chest, not sharing any.
Time to go home and enjoy the feast,
just for a few minutes at least;
until tomorrow after school
to the shop we all thought was cool.
we're in a cafe and he's unsure if he can
finish his slice of CAKE, one of those
fondant numbers and so we've made an arrangement
which will allow me to consume half of it
but then, "dad, i actually think i can finish it."
i get a message from a friend asking how are the kids today
i reply like what i make of the french revolution;
it's too early to tell
My Dental Horn Haiku
Swing and Sway with Tooth Decay (Sammy Kaye)
we would swing and sway
had heard about tooth decay
was to our dismay
do need dental care
at mouth she started to stare
teeth beyond compare
did have his consent
would know what my dentist meant
cavities prevent
we found a fable
dentist lives in a stable
goes to work when able
his office is plush
on dentist do have a crush
must be sure to brush
he will let me in
dentist is my next of kin
took my teeth for a spin
am a horny toad
my dentist does have a code
brush teeth or hit the road
my case was mental
when in office that is dental
hope they are gentle
had heard a Horn pun
when my dentist had been done
was second to none
when life would waiver
dentist was my life saver
on best behavior
mind in mental traps
did have a mental mishapse
our bride would collapse
you need a mascot
which you know will hit the spot
in store can be bought
this is all for now
my head I will have to bow
God me did endow
You pick a fight to live today,
You tell the time you saw the dreamed-of shore
of an island, Gilligan,
Gentle wind at your cheek,
A kiss parting lips caress,
A day wide-eyed as a lamb,
But then the harrow got you.
So swing your partner, men sashay,
Sad to say I see you lost a leg,
You can call the do-si grow
One of them megaphones
You could goose it up: Wrong way!
If you don’t know where to sit,
Why not by your other shoe?
But pick your spot and stay away,
One fine day the world will open wide,
Till then keep your company
With the goat-kid-gloved-of-
the-less-said-the-better-backed-
down-mouse-frightened elephants,
schooling the lesson you knew.
And take your tea with tooth decay,
Spoon-to-cup-by-spoon-to-cup you go,
Rhythm stretches on like dough,
Apple-pie-order slow,
And you kneed deep all alone,
Haystack-deep, Gabriel's song!
Blast it! Blast is 'las to brew!
Her bulbous profile and pungent odor
That sunken chin and busy motor
A tremulous scowl crosses her flaring lips
From her cup rum she gulps, while others sip
Her mouth opens wide in a hideous grin
Displays shocking tooth decay within
Some teeth rotten; others chipped
Best she keeps her lips tightly zipped
Abruptly she emits a belch and a fart
As she starts steering her grocery cart
Wildly it careens, as customers swoon
Wuddya expect from a drunken baboon
A trickling and discharging of these economic systems does weigh me.
A dribbling, and dropping of these little small paper colored green-backs.
A congress full of life-time professionals and political hacks,
and with a moral decline a tooth-decay black.
It does not matter if you have the highest of noted degrees.
The system is always on the verge of a catastrophe or a cold freeze.
You could know everything from A to Z.
Yet, only still to be tightly wrung through and squeezed.
A Corporate Cast system is the only thing that is real.
A theater casting calls of the first, then the last that's the deal.
The elites, and their enclosed franchise masked.
Is this fair or unfair or is it too hard to see.
This, to view, a carousel of toy ponies that are in a circle and phony.
It, an allusion like Fair; to be seen and this you will feel.
"Our only hope is in the Bible; its Truths and its highest Creeds."
"If and only when you truly do see it as a most highly sought of zeal."
"A one percent Fair; now in this world is seen; a pyramid slim scheme."
https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/tooth-care
Aligned in place, they changed and grew
A distinct frame to chomp and chew
To rip, to crush, to tear and bite
To process food, determined might
Forward canines made to tear
Bold incisors lessen wear
Solid molars help to crush
Day and night our teeth to brush
A solid set, with aim to grind
The sets of teeth we can but find
Milk teeth formed, of first event
The adult teeth grow permanent
Meat eaters are carnivores
Plant consumers’ herbivores
To brush is not inferior
To balance bad bacteria
Balanced diet, portioned fruit
Brighter teeth, a healthy root
A poorer choice of alcohol
With smoking yet will take its toll
For where leftover sugar lay
An acid forms for tooth decay
Improved choices – don’t delay
Brush and floss teeth twice a day
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Long ago there was betold
a tale that many have descried,
of a creature, scaled and icy cold
havin' two black bulging eyes.
An impudent beast, brassy and bold,
bewitched because of foolish pride.
The myth tells she's often seen
withered, wrinkled and omg mean!
A bitter and ugly nasty ole fiend,
bellowing in screeches is her choice
in dead of night and midst of day.
Stench of breath from tooth decay.
Close your ears to that shrill voice.
Don't let your children out to play.
Don't get close or point your finger.
She'll bite, chew and claw at you,
so do not pause and do not linger.
With sharpened talons she scribbles
unintelligible things in bloody dribbles.
Heed this warning and you'll be spared
from the furious fire breathing dragon.
From in her cavern she once even dared
to scream in defiance at the morning sun,
yelling curses with her waggin' tongue.
Then she nestled in the back of her cave,
resting her head upon a pillow of dung.
A Canadian Love Song
Like JFK with Edgar Hoover,
I'm completely ill at ease:
it's as if I'm in Vancouver,
but I speak no Cantonese.
A Mountie's boot must have its stirrup,
they say Brooke Nevin needs a fattener:
tooth decay loves maple syrup
(look what it did for William Shatner!)
I yearn for something quite profound,
my very own deep inner need,
just as Puget boasts its Sound
and Calgary its Stampede.
Like "foo" means nothing without "fighter",
an ice rink's bare without a puck.
Mike Myers lacks a decent writer:
I think I need a cute canuck.
I hope one day I will be ready
(when Justin Bieber gets a life!)
- Jeanette MacDonald, Nelson Eddy -
to woo you as my Winnipeg Wife.
I love you like a four-year-old
loves playing Hunt the Thimble:
I want you like Inspector Gerard
wants cuffs on Richard Kimble.
As Mork has eyes for Mindy, I
am crazy, too - no, loonier!
But, to ensnare you, I'll do "square",
like Efrem Zimbalist Junior.
As Elly May loves critters, and
young Jethro worships Jed,
I tell the world that you're my girl,
verbose as Mister Ed.
I seal each letter with a kiss,
just like I'm Brian Hyland:
immaculate in every way,
immune from dirt, or tooth decay,
you've never known a Bad Hair Day,
like the girls on Gilligan's Island
Trump tweets about what
He sees on screen so I to
Also seized the chance.
Trump is not so trim
I call them as I see them
Which is very grim.
Rockin' robin tweets
And will always eat his sweets
Tooth decay may meet.
Jim Horn
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