April 7, 2004
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Two contrasting poems today to show how I twist and change my reality to suit the mood I am feeling. The first: “Ouch!”
Another Toothy-Peg
Today I lost another tooth,
It had been with me
Since I was seven.
I was very fond of that tooth,
It had bit into many a pork-pie
And delicious toffee.
But alas, the tooth is now no more
But a piece of rotting enamel.
As I am far too old for the tooth-fairy,
(And too long in the tooth),
I chucked the piece of rotting enamel
Into a bin
And unwrapped a sweet.
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Lord Pineapple
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Then it’s a poem that I based on an old couple I know, they go to bed at ten every night to read.
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“Evening Life”
At the end of the day
We sit on the settee holding hands,
Then one of us will sigh and say:
“It’s time to go to bed,
There’s another busy day tomorrow.”
Perhaps you will make the cocoa,
And I will go and check the windows,
And then off we will go
One after another
Taking our weary legs upstairs
And into the night.
The cat will sleep on.
It’s too is old and full of dreams
About what it could do
Before weariness had settled in
The evening of it’s life.
The clock strikes ten.
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The Poet known as “Empty Chairs”
Comments (32)
Thank you for sharing that haiku about a child’s footprints in the snow. That was well crafted, direct, to the point, and captures a moment.
This poem about losing a tooth is very Appalachin, except for the pork-pie. Lots of missing tooth smiles around here, and dentures galore. I think it is because of the over-chlorinated water.
By the way, what is pork-pie? I have heard of it, but have no idea what it consists of. Any info would be appreciated.
Jim
too old for the tooth fairy???! first santa, then the easter bunny, and nowt the tooth fairy???!! noooooo, now their truly is no meaning in human existence (except for the imaginary beings that have been created as a result of our confusion on the border between reality and happiness, creativity and truthfulness)
Blimy, i only spent ten minutes between poems!
u did a nice job, LordPoet
Mmmm toffee.
That was a sweet, sentimental poem. Even old cats have dreams… of the glory days of mousing? This kinda reminds me of my grandparents.
Thanks, also for the info on pork pie. I’m a vegetarian, but there are a couple of meat-free pork products on the market that I may try out in a pork pie one day.
Its postings that come this quickly that makes the day go by quickly and without complaint.
Jim
no, im not related to worldwarrior39. i hav no idea who any of u are, i just like to read your poetry
This keeps up and we will have to open a chat line…
Vegetarian pork pie…. sounds intriguing. I shall have to look it up on the Internet and try it out. Thank you again for the information.
Jim
great, and great. you do weave magic words. which is why the tooth fairy should still be in your life.
Too old for the tooth fairy, but young enough for sweets, eh?
Interesting!
I hope I never get too old for the tooth fairy or Santa or the Easter Bunny. They have their places in my life, a little decor and the candy that turns up at the proper times like Cadbury eggs. Oh, for a good piece of Chocloate, I hope it happens soon.
I loved the tooth poem and the one for the older couple is very near suiting ourselves here. I need one for that afternoon nap I try to take and will take yet today.
Regards,
interesting poems
Lost teeth and a comfortable routine .. makes me wish I’d better mastered the toothbrush instead of the fine art of relaxation.
The last poem is sad, in a bitter-sweet way, which is why I love it. It’s a scary thing, to get old and read at ten, but at the same time it is hugely comforting. The two poems remind me of two triangles, that belong to a much larger puzzle. They can stick to eachother in multiple ways, but, in order to fulfill their role in the larger puzzle, they must fit together in this specific way, at this specific point in time. Thanks for the poetry. I love it. Keep on doing what makes you happy.
This poem sort of tells our story.
We live a very quiet life here in the U. S. Our cat, however, is quite young. Well, she really isn’t our cat, I am her human.
You big meany ! You’ve made my dear cousin the Tooth Fairy cry.
You mean the tooth fairy doesn’t come to you when your old??????? No one told me that
Once again I have enjoyed visiting. Thanks.
Cheers Annie
That is so cute. Thanks for your comment. I appreciate anyone who hates Bush as much as I do.
I hated losing baby teeth I think I’ll cry if(when) I lose permanent ones. Ouch. I really like the second one. It seems peaceful.
~V
Don’t remind me that I need to make an appointment with the dentist….
Loved the second best. Old cats get me all the time. I have a house full of those. When we lived in Kentucky we had neighbors…the Edmonson’s….the poem reminded me of them. Wonderful words.
Not surprisingly, the word that comes to mind once again is “wonderful”. You are amazing. We’re going to have to talk about this soon. Infinite Blessings
i loved your poems… has anything else fallen off or out of your body? getting old sucks…lol
Both so very nice. I lost some teeth and enamel to sweets. I would love to have a recipe to pork pie, that sounds delicious. The old couple…so sweet and comfortable, lovely.
one-hudred and EIGHTY? i have no clue what you mean…enlighten me, please, sir…
hey, i play, (and stink) at the violin. ancient chinese poet? you sound like my 8th grade english teacher…she’s obsessed with Lao Tzu, but secretly i read him in my spare time *you do not know this information* jr.high is a jungle…i dont think any of my frends or classmates have ever read my poetry, only my teachers and they think i suck.
and yes, my lord, i will make my font larger for your 56-yr-old (thats 43 yrs older than me) eyeballs. just kidding, i know you are a child at heart
Torero it’s a bullfighter… Toreador it’s a vampire clan…. heheh im fromspain so i got my share of bullfighting (which i hate)
I like the words here! !!!!! @-}-}-
in just under twelve hours will be something for Easter on this page. Meanwhile for an interesting religious tradition go to
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With all the chocolate and candy I’ve consumed in my 31 years, I’m surprised none of MY teeth have fallen out yet.. I think it’s because the sugar goes straight past my teeth and right onto my butt.
When I was young – eating dinner with the family around the table — I remember my dad, on several occasions, going “*moof!* damnit!” and pulling another tooth out of his mouth. I’m not sure if it was my mom’s cooking or just his teeth were bad.