Best Dab Poems

Absolutely enchanting I thought ~
As I drew the curtains wider, to allow in a bit more light....
Returning unto the canvas and dipping my brush
Into a...

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I like to exercise my mind, but how I hate to work.
Whatever needs exertion is the action that I shirk.
Labor with the brain is fine....

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It is hard to really tell you
The beauty of this man
For many simply find it
Too hard to understand
They laugh, they smile, and tease
As I describe...

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I'd almost forgotten, how fondly this little hamlet
snuggles tight against the purple hills, and how State street
divides the town into two parts, like a pizza,...

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We played hide and seek
Running around the park.
And a game called british bulldogs,
It really was a lark.

Then there was scrumping apples
And getting chased off by...

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I'm allergic to sugar which helps me keep slim
If I eat too much, congestion makes me grim

Never bought lipstick, my lips are naturally dark red
People...

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I met friends at ten o'clock for our rendezvous
so we could attend a Halloween party at the zoo.
What weird costumes and sights came into view!
Three...

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From Scrabster harbour we set
Sea fishing we go
Off Dunnett Head
Dinghy in tow
 
A few hours we sail
To reach the spot
To hunt our catch
Check my lobster...

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A brown-winged Lepidoptera alights
My sweaty hand and tentatively flaps
Its delicate wings in morning sunlight. 
What seemed to me a long time was perhaps  
A...

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Strange how it goes, they're waiting their turn
To flood my thoughts, these ideas to burn

Other times nothing, just rack my old brain
Get all pooped out,...

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An ivory brush he runs through her grey tresses,
a flannel, hot water, refreshes her face,
her feelings of gratitude anyone's guesses
he gives a sad smile as...

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They ply themselves to sculpting,
to fingernails and foie-gras,
those crafty cutters, carving, trimming.

Creations to delight the senses,
a dab of blush or sauce bearnaise,
a final glance, she's...

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The biggest funeral I've ever attended...


Thelma was a waitress at the diner on the corner of 4th and Oak, across from Ron’s DX, in Abilene.
They...

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Smack dab in the heights 
a moment missed 
where cracks crease 
the self-destruct
unnoticed 
in the reality
that life evolves
enveloping every step
up the ladder
surveying tattered seams
costs of...

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Do not take revenge, my friends,
but leave room for God’s wrath,
for it is written: “It is mine to avenge.
I will repay,” says the Lord. 

Romans...

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