Best Buffed Poems

A born lioness my untamed heart? ha! 
a mouse, this pulsing token ruled by unruly wants
at times given, traded or stolen - sometimes
thrown down on a dare to be won or lost 
till it became a paper tigress in tatters; 
regrets and rejections  remorse...

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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 needs a good Man-icure

When you hit the age of me on the same feet
It's time to give the old dogs...

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I'm searching for a new man.
			(My lemon quit on me.)
			I'm a discerning seeker.
			(The smallest dent, I'll see!)

			I want a younger fellow;
			(Low mileage is a must.)
			Required is great get-up-and-go
			(an engine with no rust).

			He should desire me in his lap.
			(Seat warmers feel so good.)
			He's gotta be in...

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Child , stand up
Clothes deemed unfashionable
by followers with no individuality
Kinky locks not straight enough
according to those with no self realization
The stiffness in your tongue bearing testament
to your mother tongue, to which they laugh at, why?

You're Mahogany, sanded and buffed
well crafted and glossed to a high...

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The flames of the furnace (well-travelled by wind
slowly glazing the rags of gray women chagrined
at the sight of a hair fleeing tresses now thinned) 
sometimes billow like waves flooding naves through the night,
when the lightning peeks in where the tension hangs tight
while the lanterns, alarmed,...

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A curious cocktail of odours greets us 
as we move in from playground
to corridor, to cloakroom, to classroom.

Beeswax fragrance: freshly buffed parquet.
Brasso smell: base metal turned to gold.
Jeyes Fluid: vapour killing vile germs.
Such alchemy starts our day with clean slate. 

Playground cacophony left behind.
Now each...

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LOVELORN

Saw a friend of mine the other day
He wasn’t in the mood to play
His face was sad his mood was low
I asked what made him worry so
“Well I’m in love “ the guy told me
"I met this babe--she's fine to see!
Her face is perfect legs...

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One enchanted evening
I followed Luna’s moon,
as She guided my ship
to a secret lagoon.

In a golden ocean
buffed to a mirror sheen,
I spied the sexiest
mermaid I'd ever seen.

She flaunts ebony hair
befitting, a true Queen,
offset by a sweeping
tail of aquamarine.

Anchored in the shallows
I waded to the shore,
and evoked...

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Cotton candy pinks and marshmallow whites
flaunt iridescent sheens buffed by the sun.
And colored clouds, lined with mother-of-pearl,
hang in the sky like a prize fairly won.

Darkness gathers in tattered strands of grey,
strewn across a sky of indigo blue.
And stars glitter as a dying sun shrinks
to a...

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One More Cuppa Tea 

to the unknowing
the cup is empty,
slightly stained,
laced with miniscule
cracks.  It has a glossy
sheen., polished
by life’s luster,
buffed and buffeted
by its burdens,
distilling Orange Pekoe
fortunes, reflecting
the passage of time
in the eyes of
the tea leaf readers.

she sits, this cup,
this reservoir
of moments,
symbol of
a simpler time,
the...

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She sat on a park bench late Christmas night
a hallmark moment in my memory.
For relaxing there, she was quite the sight
her face shone as if buffed by emery.

The soft snow lay like a fluffy duvet
covering all in a blanket of white.
And sitting slouched in a...

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Buffed out with time's fine emery;
Alzheimer's stole your memory.
And you sit in your chair and gaze;
lost in a perpetual haze.

Though not in pain, you don't look well;
you are little more than a shell.
And when I touch you, you pull back;
as if fending off an attack.

How...

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I sip Long Island Tea, watch your bare knees upon the tiles,
      the suits and Blaneks pass you, unaffected by your smiles,
         you work so hard to brush the day's debris to...

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Midnight lavender echoes whisper,
As the song of the rooster fades.
Mauve tackles the sky with a blush,
Curly coral clouds are dressed in buffed bronze shades.

Ebony snoozes in the round,
As the moon takes center stage.
Stars twinkle as diamonds in the sky,
And the night is peaceful page.

In the...

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We had missed five days in
The last two weeks
Due to the ice and snow.
Roads and streets had been impassable—
Freezing rain, blowing snow and black ice.
We started the day late at 10 am.
I greeted them at the doors—
Worried about attendance.
But, ninety-five percent made it. 
Fantastic!
They were...

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