Best Fine Looking Poems

The Capitalist


It was dark out
winds from the north
branches swaying over granite graves
The night seemed ominous

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I guess I’m more accustomed to the modern sting these days;
the one that comes by e-mail or the phone.
They might hurt the pocket with the modern scamming ways -
but Mother Nature’s stings bite to the bone.

I’m talking ‘bout a paper wasp,
or the angriest of bull-ant;
perhaps...

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Salt

Cellar by cellar on the cupboard shelf
I fell for you and crave you for myself
You look handsome in your sparkling glass pot
I imagine you'd be tasty and hot.

It'd be lovely to sprinkle together,
There for each other through stormy weather
I'm extremely salty, guess you'd agree
That if...

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It was in the early days of our lives
We met
She was so beautiful 
My eyes could not stop admiring
My heart kept racing 
Every time it sensed
her good-looking approaching
But we were too young 
To give full meaning 
To the love language

Years passed
Time kept flying
We lost contact...

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Awa' oan the Firth of Forth, 
high oan the famous brig', 
a laboring lad toils tirelessly 
in the cauld and bitter wind.

Awa' aff the river shore, 
a braw lassie waits for him, 
scourin' and roastin' tatties 
in a bonny wee but and ben.

The carls would...

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I dreamt of my Father whom passed 3 years ago, 
 as I awoke , he was standing with his beige silk business slacks on 
 In truth, it may have been not a dream but his ghost telling me something ..
 he was a...

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Your teacher always said in math,
You wasn't very bright, 
As when you did your adding up, 
You never got it right.
And though it appears so very sad, 
Twas teacher didn't know how to add,
After all these years, to your delight,
It's evident you are quite bright,...

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Dame Judy Dench
Loves to fish for Tench
When she fixes her motor
She uses a wrench
If she’s feeling tired she sits down on a bench,
DJD is polylingual;
Her favourite language is French,
When she has a pooh in the morning
It causes a stench
DJD is a strong woman,
When Germans talk...

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More than two years it be since me old dad had to fly. I miss him you know, he was 
my best friend. I miss the twinkle in his Scottish,Irish,American eyes, a kind and 
caring Gent was he. Times there are when I sit on...

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I’ve seen black sheep set in Pongola grass

Within pallid seas, differed, 

Like black buttons on a white cotton suit;

Sheep are color blind.

A bee is fine-looking,

But there’s fire in its ass.

Can the wild goat trust

The adder with inviting pelt?

Did Emmitt Till paint changes

With his blood in...

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I DODGED A BULLET

I dodged a bullet two weeks ago
In that shopping mall
A bullet, caramel skinned; moisturized
That almost left a sister’s chest
Spurting red spots everywhere

I dodged this fine looking bullet
That went three sixty degrees 
Around my waistline
I sang praises, I almost rocked that Mic
Check check

I...

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I went to a nearby park
to a bench I knew with a view.
Seated there was a fine-looking woman
she had the purest white hair.
Sitting at one end unobtrusively, I at the other,
after a time, she turned and spoke softly...
"Your search for truth is over,
you needn't fear...

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There now,
I've said it, love
So few
come and don't go
Will you, won't you
be the one I'll always know

Lyrics from the song, "Look After You"
by The Fray



It was just another ordinary day,
nothing special was going on
I was sunbathing on a park bench at the beach,
just summering my...

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See that rich man
begging on the telly
He’s made your financial future toast,
now he also wants your
cash reserve preserve jelly
Do you believe the rich man,
who’s pleading real con-science nice,
flashing teeth pearly white as rice?
If you do,
then reach down in your pockets
and dollar up
Do it!  ...

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Howling at the Pink Super Moon

On a moonlit late night
The Pink Supermoon 
Casting a baleful light
On the world below

While inside 
Sam Adams sat drinking
In a depraved bar 
In a den of iniquity

In an evil part of the city
On the left side 
Of society

Drinking up a...

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