Best B Poems

SUBLIME

Sublime
I've been shedding snakeskin...
so blind
I've been destroying the noise
my worst enemy

Deconstructing my identity 
soaking shoulder deep
in oceans of humility 
feasting upon fruits of tranquility

breaking shackles  
freeing ankles
from bloody mud puddles 
razor blade anxiety

rising to a  place 
where yesterday 
flees irrelevant 
tomorrow
is insufficient 

Yet
this...

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I’m thinking of the letter “B”
    So close and yet so far
It seems a bit unfair to me
     Let’s stop, reset the bar

We’ve cast the “B” to status, poor
     With quality less pleasing
Like something...

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Attitude can be nurtured and changed
By you in spite of what has happened in your day
Confident people master it quickly
Despite what they are enduring
Enthusiasm is a side benefit that
Fosters team work positivity and friendship
Give yourself a break if you
Have had a bad day. We all...

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Soon the curious swelled to a mob.
as they gathered to gape at the glob.
Someone prods with a stick.
as another screams: " Quick!"
"We must run for our lives! It's the Blob!"...

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B-R-E-A-T-H -  OF -  L-O-V-E


Summer sun or winter freeze pulls heartstrings in trapeze. . .
Cotton soft to gnarled callus vows have thread along my way
embroidering ribbon actions to pliant swings of reactions
like a darting fish thrilled to catch a passer-by knees.
Two pairs of...

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Okay,
first for an appetizer 
I'd like an O-ring basket
and a pound of shrimp.
Cook those things crispy, 
so when I take a bite
they burn my upper lip.
A 22 ounce tumbler
filled with beer to the brim.
Oh, 
you want one too,
okay,
make that two!!

For dinner,
I would like to order...

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Former Spice Girl, known as Mel B,
will no longer judge the show, AGT.
Labeled an addict of sex,
she enjoyed the male performers' great pecs!

March 21, 2019 for the Clerihew Contest
for Tania Kitchin's Celebrity Or Famous Person Clerihew Poetry Contest

(AGT is acronym for America's Got Talent, one...

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last week we  s k i p p e d  stones across the reverie like 
they were emeralds,
comets fell, and constellations called our names;
i thought of how your hands reminded me of venus, 
and your kiss like the water treading upon mars
a million...

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Who will weep for my noble prince? Who will cry
With belly swollen with sorrow, and tears long
As the Black River? Who will hear the clouds sigh
And turn black over red clay, and being strong
Not feel this agony no rain wash away?
Tell me, you angels, before...

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dear Lord thank you for J B
as sweet as a sugar plumb
thank you for all the thins he's done
he has encouraged us and helped us grow more than he may know
and I pray you continue to bless him where ever he may go.
  God...

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Secretly;
Not seen or felt.
A soft melody.

Gently;
picking up pace.
It sings to me.

Amazingly;
tells a tale.
Calm and sweetly.

Tenderly;
notes drift in and out.
Feelings emotionally.

Quietly;
It fades slowly away.
The final note ring....

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Bullies are created from homes with larger bullies
Understanding them will not stop them
Logic will not change their upbringing
Loving them is difficult, you may be rebuffed.
It is sad they grew up thinking this is the way of the world.
Exceptions are out there, but many bullies retain...

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“To be or not to be: that is the question” - William Shakespeare


I am ...
breath-to-breath the breasted thrums
a coursing quick to sear the veins
molten marrow, binding beast
to the neural tap-dance
bloated brains borne
a-back their own
self-indulgent
euphoric
ruin.

I am not ...
insignificance-to-oblivion the silent pulse
a chronic wound as weeps heavenly
barren,...

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Do-B-Do was my first cat as an adult.
I really wasn’t sure I even wanted a cat.
My ex wanted a kitten and I gave in,
we picked the sweet fluffy female one.
She was a grey tabby with yellow eyes.

I soon fell in love with her, she was...

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Soon plan B will be presided
and the skies will cry
Is there some cause
to be opined

The fallow fields
on a horses meadow
with her Foals
presides over a warm spring


Lost promises by the trees
although with the beast lurking
St George he tried
to avenge the haunting...

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