Best Braggart Poems

The eye is such a braggart with its emerald this and hazel that.
Does no one dream about an ear or a nose?
(personally ... I find the shin and pinkie toe quite fascinating)
But it is a place the Poet seldom goes,
still hot on cornea fever ......

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A braggart for sure
The top best at everything
Amazing stories
A hit at a few parties
Until we could not stand him....

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Cupid's arrow hit a braggart!

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Your sight stays in my eyes! Your undying love lives in my heart!

When you cry I shed tears! When you wince I'm struck by a dart!

We met for just one moment! In a glimpse our love story did start!

How can our...

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There once was a driver named Dave,
Of his driving he often would rave.
Then one day on his own, drove and talked on his phone,
Now he's bragging about his new grave....

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soaring swift and high is brave Butterfly,
believing really he's lord of the sky;
one sunny day, he thinks he is able
to bully an actual full-sized eagle

        who looks to him as a nervous dummy
     ...

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I love my own chili,
I know it sounds silly,
heat in pot
nice and hot
it is truly a dilly.

I love my own meatloaf.
I throw on a sugar top.
Other people would
not do it, 
or know how to stop.
I do, you big oaf.
After all, this sugary 
brown sugar ketchup...

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I dream every night, she brags. I am wearing an aquamarine chiffon dress, and I am doing the tango.
I hate her a bit, for I do not recall even a petite part of my dreams.
Last night I was dancing with a handsome stranger, he was...

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  Everyone knows
	That parents who brag about their children 
	Are bores.
	But grandmas with granddaughters
                And grandsons like mine
	Are free of all restraints and do not obey
	Silly mores.

	Yesterday
	It was my...

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He was a young English soldier in India,
A soldier's funds are rarely ample,
But he went into a mideast Bodega,
He sought a gift for his Indian girl,
Gungahontis...
Her favorite cologne, Eau de Camille,
sat on a shelf...he had not enough
money to buy it himself
So he pulled out his...

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Soaring swift and high is brave Butterfly,
      believing really he's lord of the sky;
         one sunny day, he thinks he is able
          ...

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In my mind somber sorties unfold
When morbid movements scar a hundredfold.
Normalcy dead, transparency scared
Empathy bearded, intransigence endeared. 

In my mind sordid scenes grow cold
When vulnerable voices no longer hold.
Brash brands undead, harsh hustles prepared
Phantom forces deployed, evil enamels ensnared.

In my mind torrents of tears no...

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Braggart Butterfly, he soars swift and high
believing he's really lord of the sky.
One sunny day, he thinks he is able
to bully a timid,  small-sized eagle.


     To him the bird was a nervous dummy
     with neither fire...

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Calindae knows everything
She is the expert of all
I sit next to her during meetings
For there might be group work
And I know she will grab the poster board
And the markers and do it her way

Such a relief 
Knowing I have to do nothing
As she loves being...

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Picture this
Meeting with forty-three women
Two men
Six at each table
An extra squeezed in to one.

Picture this
I always sit by the loudest and proudest
The most egotistical
The one who always gladly shouts out every answer
Sometimes wrong
Sometimes right
Does not count the wrong ones.
Even if we laugh

Picture this
Loud and proud...

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I am magical, I said. I can control her.
You cannot!
Yes, I can, and I do.
You do not!  
My eight-year-old twin is angry now, with a mean face.

I do not back down.  Want to see?
How?
What do you want me to make her do?
Make her...

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