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THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

Brisbane, Australia

#3879 Jan 30, 2013
How green was my lawn,
how yellow my flowers
when you and I sat
in our garden for hours.

How wine-dark the night,
how clear the starlight,
while we wondered and
pondered the meaning of life.

How sweet were the sunsets
and lovely the dawns,
as we sat and we gazed
from our green, green lawn.

The weather was perfect
and so was your smile.
And I wish we had had
just one more short-while.

The flowers still blossom,
but they don’t look the same.
I see no more rainbows in
the rain, rain, rain.
THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

Brisbane, Australia

#3881 Jan 30, 2013
Oasiis wrote:
There's Magic everywhere, if you know where to look.
Look no further.......

catch the crescent moon between toes
let night crack your tongue before you speak
life rains sparkly trinkets sometimes
find bits and pieces behind trash bins

we can’t all have rainbows in our pocket
put knock-knock jokes in fortune cookies
talk to strangers in trench coats cautiously
shake shaken hands on cold days

read Rilke with hands tied tightly behind your back
keep one eye fixed on Apollo’s open-ended torso
leave tree rings of remorse in abandoned stumps

even wet leaves need water– fertilizer is optional

“you must change your life.“

~DeVine.
THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

Brisbane, Australia

#3882 Jan 30, 2013
I pull at you in the night, even while I am sleeping.
The dark vibrates in our bedroom while the street
lights try to stay in tune, dancing in between the curtains.

Every morning, I try to picture it: your body
hammocked in grey, wrinkled sheets, rolling
toward me inexorably, my hip exposed

to the night: velvet pale pink, faded. The inside
of a seashell. I watch the milk expanding over the
surface of your coffee, a two per-cent flower taking bloom.

A ring of dripping pools as you lift mug from table.
You blot it with a white square of paper towel.
The muddy stain makes a mudgy half-moon,

and I wish for an invertebrate moment, the power of
mother-of-pearl. Instead, I slice toast into triangles,
serve you fanned angles stacked on creamy plates.

I want to tell you that something has taken up residence
in the space between my gallbladder and my right lung,
heavier than elephants, a tidal pool filled with one thousand lives,

but the truth is I like orbiting this little secret away from you.

“Rainbow..God's Promise To Us”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

..... Smiling..:o)..

#3883 Jan 30, 2013
http://www.youtube.com/watch...

baby this ones for you and you know who you are..sure hope you like it..
THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

Brisbane, Australia

#3884 Jan 30, 2013
A grave is neither
so dark or so deep,

nor is the rich earth
so damp and forlorn
where the blind worm eats
its slow, sure path
through the yearning
secrets of our hearts.

Our blood flows there,
a river of rubies,
where we sing,
where we struggle,
where we spawn.

You Sisters, come,
rise up, rise up.
Let us leap into the light.


No, the grave is not
so dark and deep
and we must not weep to die.

I will keep my trust
for the tracks in my head
and the crumbs behind my eyes.

What tiny lies a man may tell
as he capers with his reedy pipe.

Though he flies through sun,
it is bootless gold and he
but a flapping fish.

No, I will not seek him
in the thinning air
but fall singing
through long fathoms
of this deep.

“Rainbow..God's Promise To Us”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

..... Smiling..:o)..

#3885 Jan 30, 2013
Blessed is the man who preservers under trial,
because when he has stood the test, he will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love him.....

oh yes by the way i got this out of the Bible!!!!
THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

Brisbane, Australia

#3886 Jan 30, 2013
To your health,

I sip from this glass,

as tainted,

as full of dusty shadows as it is.

It corners my senses

with a net of lies

that I can’t pick apart.

I can’t unweb them from my fingers.

Every word you’ve said

is strung around me

like the gaudiest of colored lights

and this swallow,

this liquid scurrying down my throat

is just a ripple of ugly laughter.
THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

Brisbane, Australia

#3887 Jan 30, 2013
Today I cover the walls in blue cellophane.

I pretend I am from Neptune. I forget what I did yesterday. The faded chair in the corner is the distant Sun.

I am alone. As I smooth the cellophane, it whispers in a familiar tongue. It speaks of synthetic rubies and silence. Atoms like red raindrops. Chemistry.

Decay.

There is a skylight: I can feel the moonlight. There is someone here, listening.

“Are we underwater?” he asks.

“Yes,” the cellophane rustles.

“Have you seen a dog?”

I am alone. It is quiet. There is no dog.

There is no dog.


“I think you should befriend the ghost. He can rattle your charm bracelet and keep you company.” Chloë gently pulls the silver frog on my bracelet. The tinkling sounds like the warning clank of kitchen knives. Chloë smiles at me, but her pale eyes seem strange.

“Charm bracelets don’t rattle. Besides, you keep me company.” I dip my paintbrush into the nearby bucket. Saffron has asked us to paint the front door red, for good luck. She seems ill at ease. At night, she paces the room and palms the doorknob, but she knows better than to open the door.

“What do you think the ghost does during the day?” Chloë twirls a silver tendril of hair around her finger and dabs at it with her paintbrush.

“I don’t know.” The ghost is opaque: a shadow with dark circles beneath dark eyes. Late at night, he calls out to us. No one speaks to him, but his voice haunts me.

“Do you think he can open the door?” Chloë asks.

“I don’t know.”


Today the cellophane walls remind me of marshmallows. I am alone. It is quiet.

I pretend I am from the moon. Orbiting gas giants echo across the stuffy room. I cannot feel my heart beat. I know he will come for me.

“If I were you, I would paint the door red,” he says.

I am alone. It is quiet. There is no door.

There is no door.


Saffron presses her palm into the wet paint, turns the doorknob, and walks into the void.

“Should we follow her?” Chloë asks.

“No. You know what will happen.”

Chloë toys with the silver spaniel on my charm bracelet and peers at me through hooded eyes.“Do I?”

I suddenly feel uneasy. I’ve forgotten the outside world, but I can recall certain sounds: a laugh; the strum of a guitar; the turn of a key; the tap of fingers upon a keyboard.“I remember another room.”

“Do you?”

“Let’s follow her,” I say.

“Don’t leave me,” the ghost whispers.

I turn toward the familiar voice, but I find my own shadow, dim in the bright light streaming through the skylight.

I look back at Chloë, but she is gone.


I am alone. It is quiet.

I pretend I am in a padded cell. The red paint on the door bubbles in the pre-dawn gloom. I feel as though reality has shifted. Why am I here? What has brought me here? What keeps me here? Will turning the knob burn my hand?

Late at night, I hear Chloë and Saffron.“Come with us,” they whisper. Sometimes I hear a dog barking very far away.

The ghost keeps me company. I can almost feel him rattle my charm bracelet. The tinkling sounds like a passing streetcar.

Outside, it is raining. The droplets drum against the skylight. Tiny atoms like silver waves. Strange music. The unknown.

What is real? I only know that I am alone.

http://youtu.be/NPMkfdactBs
THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

Brisbane, Australia

#3888 Jan 30, 2013
Before leaving
I placed my last kiss
At the edge of the stars,
Rain is falling on the prayer

Before leaving
I spoke with the torrent
On the shore of disaster
Rain is falling on the prayer

The skies broke apart
Over the waters, the earth.
A flicker, and the wind
Splits the drops from the tree.

It is the oldest of stories
The statue of salt,
The one of men.

In the distance
The execution of forests
Near symphonies playing
in the dawn light.

These are the ages
of our history
Buried beneath
the tears of prayer.

“Rainbow..God's Promise To Us”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

..... Smiling..:o)..

#3889 Jan 31, 2013
So God created man in his own image;
in the image of God created he him;
male and female created he them.
The Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life and man became a living soul.
And the Lord God said it is not good that the man should be alone;
I will make him a help mate for him.
And Adam said,This is now bone of my bones,
and flesh of my flesh;she shall be called woman.
Because she was taen out of man.
Therefore shall a man leave his father and mother and shall cleave unto his wife;
and they shall be one flesh

also came from the Bible....
THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

Brisbane, Australia

#3890 Jan 31, 2013
Dianne the silkiness of your heated flesh,
Beneath my roaming fingers,
Slowly working thier way down,
To those twin moist petals.

I can feel your desire,
Your need for me to touch,
I tease and I tempt,
Around your glistening rose.

Ever so slowly,
Those petals are spread,
Revealing that suculant little bud,
Swollen with passion.

I know you want me to touch you there,
To feel my sweet caress,
I can hear your soft moans,
Your lust filled cries for more.

I lower myself down,
To let my tounge flicker,
Slowly at first,
Taking in that honey sweetness.

I feel your hips thrust,
And I know I am driving you crazy,
Your body is glistening,
Like the early morning dew.

My tongue moves down further,
Slipping between those petals,
Making a slow dampened trail,
Finding the entrance to ecstasy.

Your moans are like music,
Playing the most beautiful melody,
Pushing my way in,
My tongue begins to swirl.

The taste of your nector,
More sweet than anything I can imagine,
I bring you to your orgasim,
Sending you beyond your dreams.

Adrian.
THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

Brisbane, Australia

#3892 Feb 1, 2013
Oasiis wrote:
You're certainly a horny little twit...
Do you ever set aside time, away from the Topix, to put you know what, you know where, or do you just like write about it?
FYI Oasis, yo affirmative to all of the above,

Oh and,

I ain't at all little, sister !

I'm always Vulcanizing the whoopee stick
In the ham wallet

Ramming my cattle prod the oyster ditch
With the lap rocket

I Batter dip the cranny axe
In the gut locker

Retrofit the pudding hatch
Ooh la la
With the boink swatter

If i get you in the loop when I make a point
to be straight with you then
In lieu of the innuendo in the end know my intent though
I Brazilian wax poetic so pathetically
I don't wanna beat around the bush

You got it yet
I Marinate the nether rod
In the squish mitten

Power drill the yippee bog
With my dude piston

Pressure wash the quiver bone
In the bitch wrinkle

Cannonball the fiddle cove
Ooh la la
With the pork steeple

If i get you in the loop when I make a point
to be straight with you then
In lieu of the innuendo in the end know my intent though
I Brazilian wax poetic so pathetically
I don't wanna beat around the bush


I Put the you know what in the you know where
I Put the you know what in the you know where
I Put the you know what in the you know where
I Put the you know what in the you know where

Then I find the time to write about......like now

pronto...no go slow......you aught to know

NEXT PLEEEESE !!!?
THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

Brisbane, Australia

#3894 Feb 1, 2013
Oasiis wrote:
You're certainly a horny little twit...
Do you ever set aside time, away from the Topix, to put you know what, you know where, or do you just like write about it?
All moist forgot BTW.....

Erotic images I write down,
to help someone who has a frown.
A gently placed word or phrase,
can make another person's day.

Words that gather all around,
sometimes cause erotic sounds.
Certain ways they blend and mix,
sometimes make a body slick.

Writing them, I don't mind.
I do however take my time.
They must find a place somewhere,
to make a person want to share.

Stories full of heated needs,
often bring the body's seed.
Smiles of delight I give,
wanting someone just to live.

A moment of passionate bliss,
perhaps a little sexy kiss.
Something sweet and simple is fine,
if it makes another dine.

Steamy sex is what I write,
trying to give a perfect night.
Read a story once or twice,
and tell me if it isn't nice.

If you find it didn't work,
let me know I'll try to jerk,
another story, poem or rhyme
for you to try another time.

But, if it does the job indeed,
let me know, so I can proceed;
To write another little thing,
that might just make your body sing.

~DeVine.
THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

Brisbane, Australia

#3895 Feb 1, 2013
Oasiis wrote:
I think your poetic license has expired.
No chance, but my time has.

Have to start my "On the Job Training"

Now it's time to bid adieu to you Oasis and all of you gathered here.

I silently bid adieu to some of my favorite folks, as the wind carried some of my poetry out of reach and down the street.
THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

Brisbane, Australia

#3898 Feb 1, 2013
Oasiis wrote:
Maybe it's because the good stuff..
Has been carried down the street...
perhaps it has....

Things sometimes occur
when you're not thinking;
The meaningful minutes always
seem shaped by silence
and steady shifts of light.

Here, where words dominate,
I find the time to praise, to
love, those puzzles of the heart.

It is a small piece
Of a larger whole

I send back to you.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#3899 Feb 2, 2013
Sunlight streams through the window,
nature’s spotlight falling
upon motes
floating in the air,
unseen
until illuminated.

Love,
loss
… longing,
joy,
trials
… tears,

words carried within

unspoken
unwritten

awaiting inspiration‘s release.

There’s a difference between
surviving
and
living

life’s first real breath,
finally breathed
in the illumination,

the transformation
brought forth

with just a little dusting.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#3900 Feb 2, 2013
In dust
I rise
As nothing
Traits woven
Into linen
Skin.

Ritualistic
chants of
Lawless men
in coffee queues
As some blazing sun
melts
Contempt.

On static
Glass
Shards
They drip
A knowing
Wax.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#3901 Feb 2, 2013
The Manumission of Opportunity

Its simply,

Freedom.

A chance to take.

Neither expecting, nor leaving anything to the unknown.

Its not about falling; it never really was.

Or the clichéd invisible barriers erected through terror.

There was never the exigency.

A deluge of opportunity pours through the cracks:

So diminutive that they had been no more than a mere distraction.

Bursting into new heights.

Not leaking or dragging downward, but cascading into the unknown.

It was never about comfort,

Or security.(More like constraint).

Its not the promise or indemnity of being caught.

Just the willing, bright crystal of hope.

The anticipation that they'd let themselves leap into these new thrills

Together,

As one.

Since: Jan 13

Location hidden

#3902 Feb 2, 2013
PROFILE DeVINE wrote:
The Manumission of Opportunity
Its simply,
Freedom.
A chance to take.
Neither expecting, nor leaving anything to the unknown.
Its not about falling; it never really was.
Or the clichéd invisible barriers erected through terror.
There was never the exigency.
A deluge of opportunity pours through the cracks:
So diminutive that they had been no more than a mere distraction.
Bursting into new heights.
Not leaking or dragging downward, but cascading into the unknown.
It was never about comfort,
Or security.(More like constraint).
Its not the promise or indemnity of being caught.
Just the willing, bright crystal of hope.
The anticipation that they'd let themselves leap into these new thrills
Together,
As one.
That's pretty darn good, Mr DeVine.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#3903 Feb 2, 2013
Michelle129 wrote:
<quoted text>
That's pretty darn good, Mr DeVine.
G'day Michelle, thank you kindly for your words of appreciation, I'm so glad that you enjoyed it.

NB:- I wonder if the other one hundred and twenty eight Michelle's did as well....(jk)

:-)

Warm Regards.
~DeVine

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