Best Gland Poems

Ted’s libido has now gone astray
He refused a quick roll in the hay
So what could be the cause -   
It’s the male menopause...

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Once upon an ancient time, 
in long gone languid days, 
when distant misted myths bechanced
in lovely rhym'ed ways, 
when time was so much freer, 
less...

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Believing
Written: by Miracle Man
December 6 2020

I remember the day I first began believing,
To things of this world I’d long been cleaving.
Cancer was camping in my...

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I could care less about the four 
corners of insults, 
That intelligence invites; 
It is always the first straw of 
grass that’s grows, 
which reveals...

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Renegades Foreva!

Renegade teenage rage babes 
thinkin’ they all grown, all knowin’ 
when they seedlin’s barely sown
bleedin’ teenage angst with teenage crankst
always rhymin’ and mis-timin’ some...

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The artists drawing an intense picture with astral aspect
We feel it and it does deeply affect and touch us.

If the artist was balanced when he...

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Living among dead corpses
My creativity becomes stagnate
As I surround myself with
Dreamless adults never realizing
Their full potential in life
Witnessing generational leeches
Attacking the mind, soul and legacy
Of...

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"Eye of Horus and the Seat of Me"



When I looked 
into 
your eyes
Blue Sky 
reflected in 
the Heart of mine

I sat true 
in the 
Seat...

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Today's Sounds

Music rolls off the banjo, bluegrass
Active cheery sound, gland it’s around,
Folk music in little town passed down by word of mouth;
Family remembers and other...

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Hey my dear butterfly!
Welcome to a land of joy!

Red, yellow, pink and blue
Flowers that drenched in dew
Yearning for your silent kisses
And glimpsing the scene, gives...

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In fact, at first, 
By fiction’s thirst,
To thrust my sight in curse,
‘Tween nurse and verse,
For better, for worse,
At least I can rehearse.

Before the former:
A stench...

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Cancer Was the Match, 
That Set My Fields on Fire
Written: by Tom Wright
12/2/2014 

The path in life that I formerly pursued,
Whether aptly marked or vegetated...

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Give me an a. 
Add an N and a G.

Put on a B
Take off the G

Tack on a D.
Toss off the B.

Now you can add...

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           In the kingdom's sanctuary, 
atop the regal frame,
lies the emblem of sacrifice, 
the crown's...

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"Blame it on the rain", for business 
on your sunny day, 
though it is a provider for you, 
you provide a poo poo.
World, obstain or...

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