Best Glib Poems

To forgive or not to forgive, that is the question.
When you are offended, whether real or imagined
by a loved one, a friend, or by someone...

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The burial ground,  groomed to greet
the gatherers of their love apocalypse
with garlands grown and sown
from the rose fire of Athena's throne,
on this day they...

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The famous Blarney Stone,...

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A monster now has been set free
   in this once land of liberty.
      This 'Frankenstein' divided us
 ...

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You ask what poetry can mean to me?
No glib reply will leap forth from my tongue.
As well to ask if food and drink might be
Of...

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She crossed a wide ocean, during war times, in danger
A life of adventure, of courage, of fear
Yet, nothing reveals the hint of the years
that have...

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"Alchemy"




Begin: Take a Chance on Love


So you’re hurt.
You hurt, you hide 
in your big words
clever camouflage

You say you're ok
in blythe denial 
of all that’s past
that’s...

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7/27/16


Who am I to kid?
Live
Don't fib

At times I sinned
All I did
Could not be forgived

Near and far from waters with squid
And other life having fins

A shot...

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Don’t call Moses a liar he was much more than that
There are no sands of time just time and sand
(and not enough of either in...

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An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars,
is how a tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds,
scuppered signpost to a fetid human compost,
faint light pendant on soul crushed...

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I who have dwelt long
 On the keeping of a vow,
That which is folded into 
  Steel --
And hammered and drawn --
The making and...

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In Defence of Donal Trump

He is a crude person, not one I would
like the share a coke with, but he has galvanised
the working class (middle...

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In Blarney there’s one magic stone.
When you kiss it, you’re put in ‘the zone.’
You’ll soon gab with words so glib.
Matters not if truth or fib.
With...

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Make love to me with
your poem, your poetry.
Flow slowly do not rush it.
not so fast.
Let your words last.
Stroke me slowly
Put your back into it.
Caress my...

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Don’t know how it started, or how it ends
I’m older now then I will be then; when
I was scribing with quill, candle and scroll
A mind...

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