Perfect O’s
Bright smiles form lipstick O’s.
Operatic brunette and blond bonding.
Vibrato’s and vibrations shining.
Holding notes in guileless breath.
Shimmering shaking, shoulders and hips.
Nineteen fifties blue sweater and plaids.
Saddle shoes and necklace pendulums.
Sweet sounds reverberating exaltations.
The music of the deck could go on and on.
Their premiere performance sends me
To pearly gates and beyond. Crimson O’s
flying like angel wings welcoming paradise.
Build up of crescendo waves, body curls.
The ebb and flow of flowery pearls.
Knees bob and hide under yonder skirts.
The buttons show but little of their tilt.
Toothy wins, white and innocent, impress.
Pure and wrinkleless faces, precious steps.
Operatic brunette and blond friendship.
Perfect smiles hold bright opulent O’s.
Gather children, and hear this story, oh so sad,
which viewed, another way, might make you glad.
My mouth spoke harshly, or perhaps it was a blunder,
so, I turned it to a smile, and I sent it to "down under".
Indeed, I sent it on a mission to Australia,
and it told me with a toothy grin, "I will not fail 'ya".
I tell you this, because there are not many smiles,
known to travel almost eight-thousand miles.
I shed a tear, until cheerfully, it sang,
"Don't worry, I'll come back to you like a boomerang",
and off it went, without conveyance, or map to chart its course.
It had no train or plane or boat or bus or horse.
I shudder, as I think of the trouble it went through.
One day, I'll tell you all about the koala and kangaroo.
That's the story of the smile that started as a frown
and went down under to turn itself upside down.
the real batman is more frightening than anything on TV
I met him on my way to a rally in a town called Liberty
He was riding on the back of a giant ugly toothy bat.
Together we screamed – me and my terrified cousin Matt.
A photo would not do these feelings justice, I told the other kids.
This bat was humungous, he could have put mammoths on the skids.
They laughed at me, thought I was lying, until the bat flew into sight
The real batman’s laughing voice was the last thing I heard that night.
I have a strict morning routine,
my hairstyle is touchably clean.
Sometimes the curls go wild,
mirroring every thought growing.
Natural on the wind showing
an angle when profiled.
Never afraid to start over,
a new look’s a reinventor.
Taste is shown with a cut,
bringing about a toothy grin.
Radiating beneath the skin,
it’s that swag and a strut.
Way too feral to be tied up,
an iced coffee without makeup.
Real in the rawest way,
I can be out the door in five.
Free-spirited brunette’s alive
at the start of each day.
I don’t want to talk about disappointment,
you don’t have any pigskin in the game.
Save the conversations for the basement,
what I am liable to say I’m not to blame.
Everything these men led me through,
trash talk isn’t doing me any favors.
I know it will never make sense to you,
so please do not wear my team’s colors.
The light that flickered will glow again,
laughter is best shining through tears.
A win will restore a dormant toothy grin,
snap that losing streak and it reappears.
Head down keep silent and motivated,
remember that we are all in this together
I’m a true fan if you are loved or hated,
this storm’s just another one to weather.
Step back if you cannot stay loyal,
I promise you we aren’t like the others.
Bandwagon jumpers make my blood boil,
so please do not wear my team’s colors.
steampunk turtle became an Uber right away
He transported four happy riders on Wednesday
Taking them to see sights they had never seen
Past a troll and tiger, who were both rather mean
We should have done this years ago a little one said
If that tiger got us, we would surely be most dead
I was not invented until a month ago steampunk turtle said
But I am glad to take you past that tiger; his name is toothy Fred.
the monster inside
wants me to hide
it wants to come out
that’s without a doubt
it rears its ugly head
filling me with dread
it tempts me to spiral
the monster’s gone viral
it’s going to get me in trouble
I can no longer stay in my bubble
I need to tame the beast
like an exorcism and a priest
it sees me when I’m mad
it likes it when I’m bad
it comes out when there’s jealousy
it hangs around like leprosy
I see it trying to get nearer
every time I look in the mirror
it tells me I’m not good enough
but I’m about to call its bluff
I see its horns, I see its claws
it tries to point out all my flaws
I see it’s stupid toothy grin
and it’s scaly brick colored skin
i grab it by its feet and take it for a spin
it says “I’m never gonna let you win”
I throw it across the room and say
‘time to go outside and play’
I kick its butt on out the door
“don’t worry I’ll be back for more”
I say “idc I’m not keeping score
you can’t control me anymore”
Dressed in their Sunday best
Toothy grins
Pristine shoes
Eyes sparkling with joy
A simple family picture
The epitome of innocence
'Spick and span' as they would say
A nice family outing
Where you ask?
Church?
A family picnic?
Day trip?
No.
They dressed up in their Sunday best
To watch a black man succumb to a slow and labored death
To watch his long drawn out last breath
The slowed movement of his chest
Giggling as the now still mans body stops all movement
They await their turn to take picture
A forever reminder of their first lynching
Loud is the whistling wind
my freckled face friend
Short hair red fire traces
toothy grin with braces
Skin white and fair
temper quick to fear
likes playing sports
like a guy kinda sorts
Just one of the guys
thinking she's a girl unwise
but as a few summers went
nature had an event
Her hair long and bright
her smile perfect teeth of white
Freckles looked so pretty
her shape made boys feel dirty
Still she loves to play
can do baseball all day
but the guys can't help but stare
wanting to kiss her if they dare
Orange Breeze we nicknamed her so
those innocent summers of long ago
but now feelings strange, whats sup?
Orange Breeze is really growing up.
Megolodon was a very toothy fellow
who was probably not too mellow
he would search for all kinds of prey
and treat his find like a buffet
he probably didn’t have many enemies
and I’m so glad he is not in our modern premises
Roof shingles
are tossed like confetti in a Banshee wind.
She says it's going to be a bad weather day,
the green screen behind her wobbles
as a gust of torrential hailstones
rocks the studio,
yet her smile stays bright and perky.
The wind keeps churning through sparrows
and shattering windows. Tornados
spring up out of nowhere,
devastate homes, then ravish cows
as an afterthought.
Through a plasma screen
the attractive lady distracts my eyes,
She grins knowingly
I grin back, as we share a moment,
elsewhere, death strikes randomly
with a made for TV toothy banality.
Storms of platitudes continue to numb
and transfix.
I don't know why some must die
and others must keep watching.
I can only predict
that the weather girls will survive
to keep us informed
even as our living rooms implode.
Marmalade madmen
advertising butter and bread,
tasty orange sweet,
with a smile complete.
Spreading the marmalade,
thick greeting of lips,
lopsided and listing,
opening orbs.
Jingjing Li, sectioning,
slicing jars, supercilious-
naughty, rolling right side
and upside down - smiling.
Fruity and delicious, toothy.
Bitter and delicious tongue
treat. Bergamots, citrus
pucker ups. Yes, please.
What shall I tell you about…books piled high, watery eyes, a day burned up, my birthday coming up. Shall I tell you, I have one more year before I’m officially a senior citizen and how the gray and wrinkled look at me and laugh because I’m too young to be north of 60. My hair dyed dark brown, almost always a big toothy smile, no cane, loose hips. I can see some smiling at that last little quip. I know you're winking on the other side of the screen or perhaps it's an allergy or old contacts. What shall I tell you about…the cheer in a Winter t-shirt and red skirt, long brown hair. I still have the photograph to prove I uplifted Pop Warner. What shall I say…I love a great storm but not destruction and death. I think many of us think this way. We look outside for the excitement, which may or may not come. Glad it didn’t, but sad for those who were gobsmacked by it. I will tell you some random things…like my library sale. Thought I’d buy one or two. Brought one bag. Filled it up. The prices insanely good. I remember the days where I’d buy one book. It was most precious. Each life is duly precious…each and every one. Each and every thought and moment. Fill your bag up.
The girl on the monkey bars
Hanging upside down
The girl with the auburn plaits
Riding through the town
The girl with the toothy grin
Hopping to one knee
The girl in this rhyming tale
Is the one and only me
Mankind for lest they stand alone by the lake,
hand bereft of anything - but a stick,
thin line between fishing;
and standing idle - looking ignorant.
Hook line and sinker, reel it in.
Grinnell snappy wisdom, jagged toothy grin.
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