Best Buffing Poems

If these four walls could talk they would say..
I'm so sorry that I'm driving you crazy today
there's so much on my chest, I've much to convey
And no one will believe you if you repeat this any way

Leaving is futile, I've locked the door
Stop screaming and...

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One DIRTY BIRD COP and (our) cities burn... again
now the far lefty loons are flapping about wanting to defund 
and even ELIMINATE police forces all together,
while stripping 2nd amendment RIGHTS 
of citizens to defend themselves-
So they want to disarm citizens 
and leave them without a...

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You left to prey on another innocent heart,
and yet, it came as no surprise;
after all, it was your signature move.
My subconscious wasn't willing to overlook the obvious,
and attach genuine feelings to love's fake facade. 
Confused and lonely,
I allowed you to breach the walls
of my heart...

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He chooses his medium and tools carefully:
It's oil and sable promises today.
He lays it on thick-haphazardly.
He folds then unfolds the unframed canvas many times
into the shape of a woman.
Squeezing out her dignity, 
then reads what's left behind...
(his flavor of voodoo).
He fondles her entrails-shakes her bones.
That...

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Twelve steaming appetizers, artistically set.
Seven sea morsels in a bird's nest net.
Great pies of meat cooked in butter and sweat.
Puddings and pastries and a heart-thumping bet:
That you'll eat to live in and live to eat out,
And never see your little piggies wiggle, twist and shout.

The...

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I’m building castles in the sand
on the shores of a grey, grey sea.
The clouds have gathered overhead
and the shells are wave-washed clean.
Footprints wander down the shore
of the vast and vacant sea,
the waves are buffing them away
and turning the sand sateen.
Beyond the berm and the waving...

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Darkest night and longest hours:
Hours to labor and
Hours to trip in the primitive ooze of repetition
Hours to catch up or trade for spare minutes,
Hours with eyes only half aware
Of life and its warnings,
Lifeless and blissless hours of emptiness,
Hours that never end,
Hours of yawning and stale...

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my curiosity  coaxes me into sneaking in
to this cubbyhole built under an old robust tree
a rumor I heard,  there’s a clandestine
so, I  peep through its small and dusty window pane

I widely open my eyes as I could
while I’m surreptitiously gazing inside this...

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Winged Vamp – for contest


Hey, who’s in charge here…?
I need a serious makeover,
spent a summer eating a very…
well….green diet
put on a few ounces..
had some of “those” curves.
Been in here working
on my image, you know,
buffing it up on all levels,
a little firming up,
splash of color,
new wardrobe.
Now...

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There's a stash of swag and bling in lady liberty's lamp
and if you look closely enough her tablet says:
To succeed you can grind along or just be a tramp
you could spin cycle the system -be another government lamb
or pick up your @ss and become your...

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Tucked away in dad’s back closet,
Stocked with polishes and such;
Dad would let us boys come work,
And learn to earn a buck.

He taught us work had dividends,
If we would put the effort in.
Come days, or nights or weekends
We’d shine them up for him.

He didn’t pay us...

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Allow those sunrays
Bypass through the lenses
Compose up my window  
          Buffing 
Agree to those blends 
Seize on to my grip
And let my sun
Grant me my limelight
      Smiling, blurring
Sojourn!
Don’t swathe my...

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is that the spearman swinging 
his weapon to and fro 
and is that the giant weeping 
down and down he goes

that smile i remember
everytime you kill
that laugh so sinister
when you feel that thrill

are you in hotan the glavie called
buffing and stroking
chasing the so sun abroad
the...

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this is how I am blazing
life goes through fazes
everyone around purple hazing
customers around me grazing
hoping that I am slanging
reality is amazing
so many could be craving
my life ever changing

where I lay my head is my home
internally alone
people all around
constantly calling my phone
buffing my chrome
none of it...

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We go through a period of time
When God is working through us
Whether it is buffing us
So we can shine
Or giving us things, gifts
God is going to do everything to change us
We may think we never get through it
But the end will come 
And we will...

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