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...

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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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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,
are hung in the sky like a prize fairly...

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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...

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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...

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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.

There is little left but a...

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I sip Long Island Tea, watch your bare knees upon the tiles,
      the suits and Blaneks pass you, unaffected by...

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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...

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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...

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