Best Braggarts Poems

I was embarrassed for my gold-finding prowess was slim to none.
I lived alone, in a mushroom hut, built sloppily for one.
My leprechaun relatives were braggarts, and blowhards and mean.
The things they said to put me down were evil and obscene.

A friendly cardinal named Ed saw...

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(Monkey Shines on Typewriter)

Monkey dreams, sex, more sex,
Banana nice too,
Once in a while!
Tastes better though
When cute butt peels for me
Too much rain,
Smell like stale carpet
Who will groom me now?

Something big comes,
Sure not stinky me!
Haul my ass up tree!
Dominant males
Chest thumping braggarts
Really stink I think!

Whoo Whoo...

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"PreOccupation"

spiced

cut up poetry
divides 
numbers 

intentional 
drivel moved 
to the side

on a blank page
into neat lines
sucked up

a much loved 
addiction 
novel and short

Pre Occupation 
of all the glossy 
shrouded shrouds

minds spiced
scab picking, their
word salads, tossed

the windbags
blowing braggarts
know-it-alls

blow it all 
cutting the lines
like neat poetry, up

gladiator 
brides...

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Pay heed to those deeds from whence the heart must confess...
You're far from Rome Proconsul Caesar...
As they say, "All roads lead to Rome" Ariovistus
and all tresspasses are treated as threats of war...
My recent conquest of your Gaulish pets the Aedui
is justified by the right of...

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the world can be a   - s c a r y-    place-  full of "nasty" people
braggarts   I N S T I G A T O R S   and fair weather friends (that hurts the most)
oh...

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In the funky train,
 All the hoo-ha-noisy end in fisticuff;
 As the crumpled greenback hand-out cough,
 The law has nothing to handcuff, 
  
 Maneuvering on the sloppy storey hill
 A frantic dance of dead-drunk crazy masquerade;
 Man-handling the dare-devil by weary drenched soaked...

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SOLUTIONIST:
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES... 
VERSE 1:
Drenched soul placed on a bench,
Avengers revenging not ready to repent;
Edge of grudges they always entrench,
Dreading of fate, that's what they depend.
Trends and hypes risen from their wrench;
Pitching and hitching bit of all been said,
Mashed titanian chillies' that strongly stench,
Splashes...

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Lay down rules to follow
isolation of sins and tears
the plan known only to God
find power in the innocence of fear 

Dominion betraying duty
quoting verse, chapter and creed
pompous braggarts revere
dictate the path of greed

Defects of man raised by devine intervention 
the cost in souls to feed...

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by Michaelw1two

 Such is this thought, of all things thus bought,
 material things, emotional needs, self-respect;
 humanity today is wrought, from birth
 until nature, accident, or incident;
 sets your soul free from your peonage,
 your prison, your ragged lifetime begot;
 by this illusion that you...

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WHEN ALL IS SET AND DONE, MAKE SURE YOU LEAVE LIVING:
Chorus:
We're all dreamers chasing dreams,
But does the dreams we chasing rightfully gleam?
Trends and hypes many yearn to keep,
We're all dreamers chasing dreams,
But does the dreams we chasing rightfully gleam?
Trends and hypes many yearn to keep,
Ahaaa........

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My dear Miss Peach how lovely!
Your table boasts so fair
You've chosen the finest bubbly
Best porcelain plates and crystal ware

Your handpicked guests are perfect
They know just what to say
They are prefects without defects
With no real opinions per se

Your parties are full of boasting
With braggarts, blowhards and...

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Simple squamous epithelium
That lines the frothing orifice
Of politicians and wine-soaked braggarts

Cytoplasm
That flows equally
In justice and infectious regurge

Genes
That transplant the ghastly
Pale-light abscess of custom-made drivel

God, Ph.D.,  you too?

...

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Fishermen were holding their arms stretched out longer than a Ford F-50.
Braggadocio stories were exuberant, not skimpy but sometimes shifty.
Great grandson of one had been fishing without a single fish all day long.
When he pulled out a guppy the braggarts broke into a fisherman’s song.

“whether...

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Her spirit longs to chase away the fools
Whose stilted words turn harvests into chaff,
And be alone than prize the empty rules
Which guide their lives and prompt the wise to laugh. 

Though Shakespeare, Byron, Shelley, Coleridge, Keats,
Longfellow, Pope and Dryden are long dead,
She’d sooner delve into...

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I love the way she writes, 

and walks, 

with all the confidence and strength

that comes her way so naturally.

Not for her the forced bravado

of braggarts 

or the simpering shyness 

of pretenders.

All she does and writes is bold,

certain, 

and immodest. 

She makes men’s blood run stronger

and...

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