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That Toothpick was like a emoji

What became of the elderly man who habitually lingered outside the pub, a toothpick perpetually perched between his lips?
 I often pondered the significance of that toothpick—it seemed to serve as a silent emblem, a mysterious token of his unspoken thoughts.

As children, we absorb the world around us, processing our myriad experiences as we grow.

Categories: toothpick, allusion, anxiety, appreciation, black
Form: Dramatic Verse

The Toothpick and the Elephant

    Silly little toothpick
      the elephant scolded
    You cannot marry me
      For our ears do not match
                   Can’t you see…

Categories: toothpick, anger, animal, conflict, humor,
Form: Narrative

Toothpick Appreshehated

"toothpick appreSHEhated"


all my ship is
in an empty
bottle a

long 
with a
long long

note scribbled
or purposely
placed

in scrabble
tiles to be
read by

another
castaway
cast on a far

away
shore
taking

the time to take
the time to
drink 

even
sip 
a

bottle and 
then waving 
away sending 

it
on 
its 

way way 
back back 
to the place

where it'll 
most certainly
get five cents for the 

no non
sense
return 

deposit

Categories: toothpick, color,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Just a Toothpick

just a tooth pick


I pick up a toothpick 
from a half empty glass jar
stare at it dreamily 
actually some where else,
absently stroking its texture,

this was a tree once 
birds nested in its branches
squirrels stole its acorns
hid them, for the hard cold times
it was tall and stalwart
filled with life.
 
I pick up a rock, 
I hold

Categories: toothpick, imagery,
Form: Blank verse

Toothpick Wrists and Gay Thoughts

I was born 6 lbs. 9 oz. with blond hair and blue eyes. 
I was also born gay
I am anorexic. 
And you would think people would ridicule me for this instead of me being gay.
 Surely they would see how unhealthy it was and see that in comparison liking girls was no big deal. 
No,

Categories: toothpick, anxiety, depression, gender, ,
Form: Prose

Toothpick Legs

“How come they all have Toothpick Legs?”
She wonders aloud, 
face furrowing into a deep red frown. 
“And mine are so big?”
“Genetics. Look at me and Mom.”
OK, I’m a blockhead. 

Seven-year old angst understandably not placated.
 “Your legs are beautiful and strong.”
Seems I’m getting somewhere now.
“Adventure legs are what you have.
You run so fast, the boys

Categories: toothpick, body, daughter, image, woman,
Form: Free verse

Toothpick Trees

The bare, leafless trees
Enshrouded by snow and ice
A winter beauty

Categories: toothpick, nature, tree, winter,
Form: Haiku

Ordinary Toothpick

The ordinary toothpick fills the needs of mankind
With a pick, pick, here, and a pick, pick there.

A little piece of stick with no holes, handles
Cords, plugs, tops, bottoms, insides, or batteries.

You little piece of stick, literally at the bottom of the totem pole.
Probably preserved in a bottom drawer in the dark rusted hull
Of the Titanic

Categories: toothpick, conflict, dedication,
Form: Free verse