Best Dibs Poems

Demon in disguise with captivating dark-brown eyes,
He is gentle and focused, for you are his prize. 
Hypnotic smile across his lips, with thrust of hips and eloquence,
He has broken your defence with confidence.

His trophy, your heart, he has won!
Candlelit dinners, flowers, romance
Passionate sex, holidays in...

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Silly Sally sells books, this week there's a sale -
               New titles each Friday; I go without fail.
          This book took the...

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A birthday cake sits before me, laughing at me. The candles whisper mean things, they know my thoughts. The ocean of red frosting simmering in the lights above, the little black flowers that everyone has dibs on. So elegantly outlined in more black lace, this...

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When we were young we went to the fair 
With our brothers and our sisters 
We tilted on the Tilt-a-Whirl 
And we twisted on the Twisters
 
We bulleted on the Bullet 
And quite dizzy we would feel 
But my stomach always turned and turned 
When...

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8/9/22

What good if they judge by the color of skin
Got to do better instead of teaching that to kids
Still telling fibs
On either side of the ridge
Yet again another burned bridge
Soul cold like the temperature of the fridge
It all hits close to the crib
Always calling dibs
Out...

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I saw you from across the bar,
Your eye shadow immaculate,
Your skin a pleasing, pale hue,
Your brown hair laced around a band of plastic flowers,
Your supple red lips engaged in fluid conversation.

I saw you, decided I loved you,
My bawdy, lusty companions thought so as well,
We cast...

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I piled my plate with ribs,
Potato salad and pulled pork,
Then grabbed a beer, a napkin
And my plastic knife and fork.

The picnic table beckoned
So we sat to have our meal,
Not knowing that our dinner
Would turn into an ordeal.

For out of nowhere there appeared
A yellowjacket pair,
Alighting on...

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It is Winter Carnival time, everyone in a double 
bustle. Christmas Night, as emotions bubble; 
kids full of mischief getting into trouble.

The whole carnival is decked out with Christmas décor! 
Swelled faces with joyful spells, sounds of bells, and so much more. 
A whole new...

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I solemnly received my first toilet auger
As if it were a knight’s well-tempered sword.
It meant I’d passed my ninety-day audition,
And seemed to me a suitable reward.

And so began my tenure working maintenance 
In the nasty nitty gritty of a toxic circumstance. 
But I’d scored a...

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no emotionally ecstatic experience compares 
   to the seminal instance 
   whence spermatozoa 
   (from profuse ejaculation) beget

the miraculous propensity 
   to procreate despite the steep odds 
   female fertility fosters potential impregnation 
 ...

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As we look up at the sky and watch the amazing light show.
It has me wondering why I really actually wanna know.
How to love me for being me and how to let my walls down.
And just relax, sit still, and listen for the sound.
I hope...

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I'm cruising, watching cars go by
 Speeding down the highway, such a treat
 Wind on my fur, I feel I can fly,
 I've got dibs on the window seat

 Speeding down the highway, such a treat
 I'm a dog who loves a car ride!
 I've...

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Among the crafty things I own
A mobile's one I love,
Suspended from the ceiling,
Gently twirling from above.

A moon and stag are up above, 
Three pine trees hang below,
With stars, a heart, plus creatures
Of a type I do not know.

Their movement's imperceptible
At times, but with a breeze,
They...

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In summer re: I haint getting undressed!

Hence donning entire wardrobe,
Saint Nick outfit including,
while trumpeting think spring
argh only about four plus months away
lest some big bird willingly
takes me under their wing
undiscovered since I won't be peaking,
nor quacking duck like

prompts yours truly xing
to tropical rainforest
playing Tarzan and...

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Is liking someone so uncommon
or wanting someone, a new phenomenon?

Are you an April - wreaking the milieu to discourage me?
Is that why you disparage him to such a degree?

He’s heartful and sincerious,
he’s slammin’ hot but oblivious.
He’s music, lust and fun,
all rolled into one.

So, I’m calling...

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