Best Gent Poems

Written by Tim Smith and Seren Roberts

Across the room I slowly walk 
Hips swaying, smile in place 
Sensually I use my body to talk 
Holding...

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~ MY LOVE SHE'D LENT ~

I followed her where'er she went
Lured onward by her fragrant scent

She clasped his hand, a handsome gent
How could she know...

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One dark night a saucer crashed;
the military quickly cleaned up the trash.
In the distance, what they didn’t see;
a thin, white face between the trees.

Once all...

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Waltzing, I’m waltzing around and around
with a one-two-three, one-two-three, to the sweet sound
of the orchestra playing. I’m one lucky girl,
for I’m with someone special who...

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*Dedicated to Andrea Dietrich, Caleb Smith, Isaiah Zerbst, Anne Currin, and Eileen Ghali

I'll start with illustrious Andrea,
our talented sonneteer.
She peppers our poems with kindness, 
with...

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Well guys I’m going to tell you a secret
You don’t really know me
I have not been honest 
I am not who I say I am
Yesterday...

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Desiree captured his soul
that mirrors into her past.
Luring eyes black as coal
peers deep into waters vast.

Her sleek mermaid contour
silhouettes in morning sun.
Glowing skin shines so...

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I've dropped my pen, calamity,
I write too much profanity,
it makes people act angrily,
yet I walk around quite happily.

I'm aware I speak like I don't care,
and...

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0ne Sunny day the angels sat, assembled on the clouds,
Some played harps, others sang, they all looked very proud.
A few were showing new wings, they’d...

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When The Party Is Over

When the party’s over, the rising sun shines, with all eyes squinting
Make-up smeared on face’s, some have slimy snail skin
A woman...

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They hung around the beer joint with the finest Western wear
with thumbs tucked in their belt loops and such a studly air.
But those boots weren't...

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HEROES

Near somber guards, units of children heap 
dead leaves, naive to any else fallen.
Friend, you chuckle, but your posture speaks
of duty on this day of...

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Part 1

One summer in our youth group was a boy
I met.  How I would love to understand
if what he’d felt was equal to the...

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Scrambling tooth and nail for a patterned fate
I approached the lofty mansion of Learning's Gate.
All cued up for a slip of paper - the one...

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The widow turned the air on, closed her door
against the summers’ sounds and cooling breeze.
She had no friends or allies anymore
and family were mere shards...

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