Best Beaus Poems

Unruffled beauties
       float in boats rowed by their beaus
    
            one warm Georgia day.

        With fragile paper-white hands,
they...

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My lover sent me a pretty red rose,
Knowing it is my favorite bloom. 
He is the most considerate of beaus.

I held it with its fragrance to my nose.
The lovely scent seemed to fill up the room.
My lover sent me a pretty red rose.

A slow sniff...

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I have two sisters whom I love and adore
We are poets who can write of blood and gore.
Evil, Wicked, and Demented are our nicknames
Being fun and shocking is a few of our games.

Evil, for that, is I
Has had enough people lie
And tell me of their...

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There is that barn again
The red peeling paint shouts

Old worn gray tired it says
Memories running track

Back in the fourties when
Youth did reign rule really

When the paint was new red
Dancing and prancing here

Singing joy fiddle plays
Squares were formed to music

Kicked up her heels in time
Red paint...

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The boxing, leaping mad March hares
That chase and dash in umpteen pairs,
That tear through fields, and hare up hills - 
All jealous Jacks, or Jacks and Jills
(The femme fatales, the luckless beaus)?
But are they crazy? No one knows…...

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Momma always told me,
"Children should be seen but not heard."
'Til I streaked through her Garden Party
And muttered not a word.

Momma always told me,
"The best birth control is an aspirin held tight between your knees."
But my boyfriends ALL had headaches!
Glad I put their heads at ease!

Momma...

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A picturesque scene revels in snow
As the snow globe turns skaters whirl
Arm in arm with their handsome beaus

A picturesque scene revels in snow
Lighted houses lined up in rows
Welcome mats 'pon verandas unfurl

A picturesque scene revels in snow
As the snow globe turns skaters whirl  

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There was young lady named Hannah,
Courted by beaus from Savannah,
As a real good Southern girl
Didn't surrender her pearl
Even when groped on the veranda....

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They met
Love set

Passion
Ration

One night
Just right
 
Egg rent
Pregnant

Grows fine
Months, nine

No room
In womb

One morn
Girl born

Healthy
Wealthy

Mum, Dad
So glad

Joy flows
She grows

First tooth
Marks youth

Cute child
Bit wild

A's bid
Bright kid

Teens rule
High school

College
Knowledge

Great job
Chuck Schwab

Nice perk
Hard work

No beaus
Propose

Time, past
Gone fast

Turn page
Mid-age

Lumps, hers
Cancers

Treatments
Intense

Fight's tough
Too rough

Such pain
Wits wane

Folks come
Cry some

Tears swirl
Their girl

Wet eyes
Goodbyes

Hands held
Hearts meld

Last...

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Couples marry; it's tradition
Since the beginning of time
Our children would do the same
While in their youthful prime

Handsome, intelligent, employed
Would be their choicest beaus
No ills would befall a safe home
Established in love that grows

Into a heart entered a love
A beau with mutant genes
Carrier of Huntington's 
Disease...

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In an Inn, Pierre pared a pear which came in a pair
But his butt is wack’s coz he whacks the wax one first
That he won, son of a gun, under the fare sun at the fair.
Yet he needed Ann the witch, who kneaded and was...

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Long long ago in the land of milk and honey
Lived this sweetie who had a big batch of money
Quite popular with the beaus
After her money I suppose
Told them, “eat my shorts!” this gal was no dummy


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The only way out of all marriages is a divorce. It's been haunting the lives of soon-to-be
ex-husbands and ex-wives for some time to come. Everybody knows that all marriages will
end in divorce because of either infidelity, money problems, or parental issues. These
ex-couples are fighting over...

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There once was a girl called “Sea Alice”
             She lived on her boat, quite a “palace”
Her beaus never end
When their masts seem to bend
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The little shack on the other side of the hill
Now another monument to death, he knows
But something beckons, something, still
This is the path the warrior chose.

Gun pointed at the scattering shadows
Nobody to trust, it’s better to fill
No assumptions. Presently he slows:
The little shack on the...

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