Best Boasted Poems

NOTE: Some of you seemed to enjoy my stories from the past. Of course, posting this in the story folder is tantamount to burying it six feet under, as you know, so I'm posting it here. I understand that some will see the length and...

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Man so mighty and wise
still has to define this
that another living being's life
has the same value as his 

Boasted, brazened
written in stone
raised above 
these highest places 
where power reigns
crushing down  
in white 
clenched fists
gripping so tightly
to "history" 
squeezing 
draining the meaning 
out of good...

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Bully, the bull dog thought he was tough
He barked until his owner had enough
Bully went to the pound
A disgruntled old hound
He had a name change...now he's called "Scruff"

Blow Hard was a very ugly bullfrog
Sat in a pig sty on a rotten log
Boasted about his size
He...

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Love is the one-time experience that cannot be measured, 
described or forgotten
while lust needs innovation to be boasted about and the other is dumped...

Love is the sensation for lifetime
while lust leaves room for others...

Love is hugged and to be lived with ever after consummation 
but...

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Sharpened pens were brutal swords; a war was forged
Blow after blow was struck, with blood rage engorged
Not one single word between them had been spoken
No flag of truce waved, or friendship offered as token

Nothing was off limits, nor were any boundaries set
For years they'd battled,...

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I do not have to go far away
 but just look within canada     to see
there is starvation      poverty      and death

now, this will never be taught in schools    ...

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Silver Strands

Platinum it was, not a hint of gold
Silver tiara was grandma’s crown
Brushed over her head, to a bun rolled
She always refused to wear it down

It shone in the sun silvery bright
Her bun boasted a badge of honor
Holocaust survivor fled at night
Now in the free...

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The neighborhood buffet boasted 
fried chicken and biscuits, toasted, 

creamy gravy, and smashed taters. 
You can serve yourself, no waiters. 

Into the long line you will strut
more than ready to fill your glut.

Bypass the green salads and soup; 
run quickly, to the fried foods swoop...

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A gauzy haze rises from the flickering gas light, 
                      revealing the face of a blushing coquette.
       ...

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I love bright outside Christmas sights,
                especially colorful lights
		on evergreen trees
		that sway in the breeze
		and snowmen on clear, wintry nights.

		I just witnessed something quite strange,		
		a snowman so wrongly arranged.
		He stood...

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"Three
stands for 
Trinity-
Generator,
Operator, Destroyer - GOD. I am 
the greatest number". Number three boasted.
Zero humbly
said, "I am 
nothing
but 
when 
I am
alongside,
value goes up.
All have own uniqueness. End your ego."

February 2021
Syllable count checked at HMS 
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Sunshine smiles on butterflies
 That flutter by the rose
 Their  crimson petals mesmerize
 As their fragrance they impose

Clouds float by, puffy and proud
 As they slowly change  their hue
 And with gray they enshroud
A sky that once boasted  blue

 A squirrel laughs...

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In twilight's realm where...
moonbeams entwine.
There are two owls engaged...
in a contrast of minds:
A Great Horned Owl so proud and strong!
And a Great Gray Owl whis is cunning and long.

Amidst the trees their feathers shone,
"Who is the wisest?" their voices cried...

As their debate ignited, fierce and...

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Hello and my name is Claire
I’m twenty three years of age and come from nowhere
When I was young my parents moved around the UK,
Every place we travelled I met friends and had expectations to stay
But he ruined everything, he used to bully mother and give...

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“Cock-a-Doodle-Do”
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

There once was a very fine rooster.
He would strut with his wings spread out wide.
The hens in his pen called him “Brewster”.
They liked to flap around at his side.

“Cock-a-Doodle-Do!!!  The day's light grew.”
Quickly off to lay eggs...

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