Best Finessing Poems

Mother of Nature
"The sounds of Earth is the music of my soul."Quote written by: Constance La France

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Who is the mystic mother of nature
The one who paints the earth in such grandeur 
Working away hardly taking a break
Changing the seasons with finessing grace.

Spring sings pleasantly o'er...

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We are merely montages, a mélange of endless stardust - -


Finessing poetry 'round melodic sentiments,

 nuances manifested 'neath  fractured mosaics of entities'

        indwelling harmoniousness amidst surrendered

    yesteryear's spellbinding prospective endeavors,

  we are but...

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I don't know any happy
super rich people -- a
friend of wealth once 
told me: "See all this,
a huge property and
home, dripping gold
gilt, "I have nothing...."

I thought, myself spared
leaving, as I gave my vehicle
the usual primer finessing of
the gas pedal, before it would
prayerfully start -- 

Of...

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I think we are all drummers – 
of course, drum musicians know
that drumming is not just pounding
on the skins (well, vinyl these days) – 
there is also, soulful brushwork, and
finessing of symbols...not everyone a crash; 
drums breathe -- all parts -- from outer
shells to inner...

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Talk is Cheap - Battle Rap

Yo, Ima outcheek you… gimme that mic,
I’m lethal, a viper ready to strike;
and it ain’t gonna be pretty – not ladylike.
Just gotta tell you straight up like it is…
Dude, you got no place in this kinda biz.
You’re stuff’s outdated like...

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She was a chill drink of water,
 found him sublimely toxic
  went down smooth and easy, a
bad boy finessing timely advances,
 yet, her mama learned her good
about those types and sugar,
   turned the tables on him
added brine to his own elixir
 ...

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(alternate title – A bona 
er fide dog day afternoon delight).

A mere half dozen vowels 
constitute the English language 
    Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay
Consonants comprise majority
  
(sans remaining twenty) 
     Ta Deum, whereby both 
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[ ... story with context, a plausible universe with top and bottom
  a coat of cosmos covering
  over a subterranean protoverse of potential fields
  a quantum cellar creating
  the very big banging cosmos and much faster-than-light travelling
  a probable theatre...

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Thinking of tonight 
Finessing of the moon
I hear my own heart palpitating 
In my every thought
All tender mercies hot murky
Mercury thoughts summer's 
Magic you know as much as I
July heart's never lie
They teach us loving lessons 
Every night
Caress me tenderly baby
Caress me with your sweet...

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Atheistic beneficent credo,
dogmatically evokes fundamental
gnostic humanistic invocations,
joyously kickstarting literary

métier, native oeuvre
pulsating quintessentially,
rudimentary schema
traversing utilitarian vectors,
winsomely xing yore zen.
*     *     *     *     *     *  ...

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Thinking of tonight
Finessing the moon 
I hear your heart beating in 
My every thought.
All tender mercies HOT and 

Misty mercury thoughts
Summer's magic 
You know as much as I
July hearts never lie
They teach us LESSONS

Night and night.
We love and true we do
Silky at the moon and...

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So this is what it's like,
On the other side.
So this is what it's like,
To be the one who lied.
Operation Conniving.
Eyes open, doors pried.

Once I sat, reluctant to use what I knew.
Allowing the waste of a talent held by few.
Well, opportunity finally beat down my door,
Finessing...

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Dickens Christmas carol revisited by nicked saint

Frigidaire - from upper atmosphere 
hammering and whipsawing debris 
ferociously with an angry flare,
cuz mother nature - fed up to here
(re: envision me hands indicating 
over top of head) for humanity 
scurrying without a care
leaving heavy-duty footprints 
blotting out...

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Between dusk and dawn lie vampiric hues,
they grow and become sticky on the skin;
Leaving a melancholic midnight bruise,
the day ends so another can begin;

Wandering beneath artificial light,
brighter than the lit skyline they sparkle;
Their insidious backdrop of the night
joins the city’s underlying circle;

Finessing the darkest urban...

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Warm your embrace and swathed with love
soft your kiss, from heaven above.
Kind your eyes, freeing adoring smile
capturing attention with finessing style.

Waking hours cradled against breast
soothing voice puts calming to test.
Gentle your touch upon soft head
quiets fear, gently puts to bed.

Firm your hand with words of...

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