"Self-portrait of the Artist in the Guise of a Mocker" by Joseph Ducreux‘Sonnet on the Death of Teeth’ and Other Poetry by Damian Robin The Society July 30, 2018 Culture, Humor, Poetry 5 Comments Sonnet on the Death of Teeth I’m amused by a brush with Death In the depths of my bathroom mirror. His grimaces shrink into grinning, His ruthlessness fades to bad breath. His rot had once fogged me with terror; Now his gnashing is rootless and blithe; His gargling grotesques are not winning; I’m done with dead fealty and tithe. I swoosh my electric toothbrush; He picks at his gaps with his scythe; I ignore the black gunk on his scythe. I’m not scared so he whips out in a rush Two big dentures that reek as he breathes, Two risible, horseshoe wreaths. One Approach to Death Death the Reaper, Death the Reader, Death with candle, scream, and book. Death by Water, Death by stream, Death by worm and fishing hook. Death’s so seedy, Pushing through; Death after all is always new. Death gets harder, Death gets mad, Death is Death Not good, not bad. Death incognito, Death in a well, Death insensitive as stone. Death with a hump, Death as a bump, Death over which a bicyclist is thrown . . . Death with a bell, Death with a horn, Death a misplacement On the pavement. Death to follow. Death will stalk. Death unexpected On the sidewalk. Death in battle, Death by collateral, Death by damage, Death by stealth, Death of the individual, Death for wealth. Death in chaos, Death in calm, Death that really does no harm. Death for dinner, Death for sure, Death lies waiting At the door. Death, the stranger, Death, the friend, Death that drives you Round the bend. Death, the inevitable, Death anyhow. But Death, Not now. Damian Robin is a writer and editor living in the United Kingdom. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who harasses or disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comment or comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 5 Responses Leo Yankevich July 30, 2018 These are both excellent poems by a man with a broad, well-developed psyche not afraid of self-irony. Bravo! These are great lines: “I’m not scared so he whips out in a rush Two big dentures that reek as he breathes, Two risible, horseshoe wreaths.” Reply Damian Robin July 30, 2018 Beaming smile back at you, Mr Yankevich. Thanks. Reply Leo Yankevich July 31, 2018 I like these poems so much, which I classify as neo-baroque, that I invite you to send similar poems to The Pennsylvania Review, which I own, at firstname.lastname@example.org Here is one of my poems in the similar style: http://pennreview.com/2017/10/bakelite/ Reply David Paul Behrens July 31, 2018 This is a perfect opportunity for me to post a poem I wrote in 2006. Death This too shall pass, Blind until we see. Death come at last, It has no remedy. A flower must die To bloom once more. So again we try, To see what death is for. Beating like a drum, As we come and go, Intervals must come For the wind to blow. So vast the universe, Behold a cob of corn. Death rides a hearse, From night unto morn. Death goes on forever, For life to ever be. Always betrays never. Death makes us free. Reply David Paul Behrens August 1, 2018 To correct a typo, the line should be: Death comes at last. By the way, Damian, your Death poems are great. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.