Teeth Poems

[PinkTeeth]

SHUCKS

You look like a rock
but yr insides are soft
& sometimes you refuse to be cracked-
Other times you crumble,
which could lead to trouble,
when seeking a silky-smooth snack-
But I fish out the bits
of seashell & grit,
'fore I'm an Oyster Boy!
At the Raw Bar I dwell-
It's good work to be found
in a sleepy Beach Town,
I even enjoy the smell!
From Gigas, to Kumos,
Mere Points, & Buck Bay,
I can shuck'em all nite
& well into the day-
So if yr in the mood for Aphrodisiac Food,
well-handled, not haphazard or reckless,
Come hit up your guy,
& if you handle me right,
I'll give you a custom Pearl Necklace! 
 

[PinkTeeth]

Wups... i posted this in the wrong spot & dont know how to delete it :/

[WorldForgot]

No worries! Moved to Art Gallery ~

[PinkTeeth]

Thanks boo!

More to come <3


... I had a great writing nite last nite and am excited to share the next one
xo

[PinkTeeth]

DEAR LORBO
Dedicated to Sandy Campbell

Dear Lorbo,
You do not know me, and sadly, we will never meet... But I'm writing you a letter, cuz, your Mom I met last week.
She came into the restaurant on a crowded Tuesday night, sat alone way in the corner, ordered a single glass of wine.
It was clear she was not happy, and in fact seemed quite distraught... She didn't engage or pay attention, just sat focused on her thoughts...
Before I closed down to clean up, I felt compelled to ask: "Everything okay, Ma'am? Anything I could get you? Would you like another glass...?"
She looked up and said, "To be honest, I'm not doing good at all... Today's been really hard for me..." and a tear began to fall...
She said, "I lost my Son 5 years ago, and I still don't know what to do... I spend all day at the beach, And... I don't know what else to do... I miss him every single day, and I'm angry that he's gone... I don't want to be here anymore If I cannot be his Mom."

It broke my heart. I took a seat, and everything just stopped. I reached out and she took my hand, and for a moment didn't talk.
The I asked her about your name and age, and she said "His name is Lauren, and he was 38." She told me how you went by "Lorbo," and how you loved to play music, and surf, and skate.
She told me about your seizures, and about the life you lived in Carp. How, "Everybody loved you," and how big you left your mark.
She said, "I'm surprised you didn't know him..." And I said, "I'm fairly new in town..." Then I felt the need to share with her some similarities I'd found.
I said, "I too am 38, and in fact, I used to be epileptic..." And she got real scared and asked me if I surf, and I said, "No... In no way am I athletic... And I'm happy to say I actually haven't had a seizure in years..."
...And a wave of relief rolled across her face and washed away her fears.

Without a word, we both stood up, and held each other close. I thought about my Mother, for whom I love the most.
I opened up my heart and let you in, so she might feel you too. I hugged her with all the love a Son has for his Mother, like I know you used to do. 
And for a moment, we did not exist as anything but love. Love for each other, Love for our family, Love for life, and everything above.
Then a tap on the shoulder, let me know of an order, and I apologetically told her, "I must go shuck oysters..."
She gave a little laugh, and wiped the tears from her chin, looked me in the eye and said, "I'm glad I came in."
And I haven't been able to stop thinking of you both since that day. She said she'd come back and visit, and I honestly cannot wait.
And I know you're proud of her, that she's still moving forward, Still Stands! She made it out of bed that day and got her feet in the sand.
And likewise, I know she's proud of you, A Pride That Never Ends. That fact that your no longer with us, yet still making new friends!
It's a testament to your spirit, and maybe to your mother's spirt more so...
So tonight, I lift my heart and raise a glass: Here's To Sandy and To Lorbo!!!

Peace & Love Always,
Your friend,
John Michael