Gums Poems - Poems about Gums

I am munching nuts and waiting for a friend. Both activities tend to lengthen the day – until a dental alarm. Lazy time has stopped and forced me to think, examine the object held between finger and thumb: a fragment of tooth or of filling. I wonder from where it has emerged. The left? The right? The middle? No pain, just jumble among a...

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A wise old owl this duffer's become Trying to appear brilliant, flapping his gums At times what comes out Gobbly gook creating doubt Bout the power of the brain or am I just a bum...

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I smell the popcorn hours after it has been popped My mouth savors the smell, but not the taste. Popcorn is for people who have good gums I used to chew ice which I loved to do It caused fissures and cracks in my teeth Could I stop? Apparently not. I look at a juicy steak Wondering if I will...

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My teeth are mean They are old and sad I grind them keen I make them mad My gums are red And raw and sore Dental words I do abhor Dental cleanings Are not fair I nearly jump Out of the chair I have had bad teeth Since I was little They break and bark They are quite brittle But since I need them daily Even though they make me weep I...

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While the red gums bloom the honeyeaters quarantine my garden from other bird species even my best mate the little blackbird hides behind garden pots terrified when he visits....

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What did those spoke Mumbles just say? I dunno Dead air ... empty space, me no hear BTG fools don’t interest me Bumping the gums endlessly Rat-a-tat, tat talk that make your ears bleed They’re saying a lot of heavy nothing, with an empty, light trigger touch Incoherent lips mouthing something that don’t mean much Less than ant important ... verbal transmission with a broken clutch BTG fools be...

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A wise old owl this duffer's become Trying to appear brilliant, flapping my gums At times what comes out Gobbly guk creating doubt Bout the power of my brain or am I just a bum...

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A whistle stop for the roadside café pie and sauce with peas and coke please to chase down the dust of the red centre in the heat haze the slow moving ghost gums come to life....

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If I could see into your mind I wonder of all the mischief I'd find I bet I'd see memories you'd like left behind or I'd see your rationale that was forced to resign By your ego and pride and lack of humility the parts of you that I hide when they start to appear in me I'd see the dreams...

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