Best Buff Poems

Day after day I sit, poised deep in thought and contemplation
while tourists stop and stare at me with eyes of admiration
Sometimes they seem hypnotized, looking...

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I love you just the way you are
(after they buff that awful scar)
and laser the tattoos over your heart
I'm sure we're destined never to part
...

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First off let's make it clear I ain't funny
And I don't start conversations out with bonjour
But there comes a time in every mans life
Where he...

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Strolling by flowing streams I pause,

   Pause as waters buff ancient stones,

      Stones o'er which water plays its...

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I joined a nudist colony,
Was that a big mistake!
Everyone's naked, in the buff,
Sippin' soda by a lake

A big ol' gal named Marsha,
Stepped on a banana...

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I am part of a display team
we don't practice, we all just know
to twist and turn together,
as we put on our aerobatic show.

This display is...

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BLUE


The rain startled the clouds and fell like 
a scare of possibilities. The day  toggled
from then to now like a withering widow

A flustered squirrel...

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Couples coming into prime
exhibit an exact prognosis;
passions working overtime
while seeking love in heavy doses.
Never being quite enough
to satisfy their youthful yearning;
time spent lying in the...

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Billy went to the black-tie affair.
He looked buff, and he felt debonair.
The ladies all smiled;
their husbands were riled
'cause except for the tie, he was bare.


April...

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For: Scavenger Hunt
In Honor of: ~Constance~Rambling Poet

Rambling around in a traffic jam,
Poetess naked and on the lam.
  Constance’s very neat trick,
  Behind a...

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Life,
precious
rock
of time,
we shape, hone
and buff
as
each day
offers us
ways to shine our
gem of years
wisely
till
we have
polished it
to glow
the
best we
can.


© Sandra M. Haight 2015 
    All...

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The sunset tints the mountain's purple peaks,
inking its shawl of alabaster snow.
And sculpting a stream trickling down clay cheeks,
Nature surpasses Michelangelo.

Shadows scurry to merge with...

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When I was young, sometimes I’d get to go
to our town’s theater, where I would see
a curtain open up, then a long show
much better than...

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My own gypsy roaming in countless hemispheres
A painter who splashes emotions of life’s tones
Maybe a lightkeeper flaming a child’s wonder
Also, a bookworm awed by enigmatic...

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Terra cotta, craggy rocks
Scattered boulders, building blocks
In shades of sienna, ochre, buff
To form this high and hilly bluff
With sunlit ledges thin and wide
Place for hyraxes...

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