Best Glove Poems

"If you're really in love, appearances aren't important. The best house is the one you build in each other's hearts."
Jung Yu jin

Autumn's alliterations amplified an...

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Happiness calms like a mother's lullaby.
Happiness is fragile like a butterfly.

Happiness is the first daffodil in spring.
Happiness is listening to a nightingale sing.

Happiness is seeing...

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O the warmth and the depth of the sun, o’er us,
for the yellows and reds, as they throw their shine
on the maples and oaks and...

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~TAKE MY MONEY ~

Crimson Joy, L'Oreal Lips, DOLCE & GABBANA eyewear 
Mascara from beyond LONDON Bridges
Like the pretty face found in front of Vanity Fair
What...

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I signed a contract with the state
to use my body as they will.
My mind they did manipulate.
In the name of freedom, I would kill.

I never...

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Jack and Jill went up the hill
With thoughts of making love
Jack hadn’t got a condom 
So cut a finger off Jill’s glove
The glove was far...

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(Verse One)

My baby's a star, you know
She swims in a sea of suns
Giggles at my balmy puns
That's why I love her
Fits like a glove, her

My...

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At my ripe age it's plain to me
That wisdom can come painfully

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I'm an estuary of ivy-furs,
sleeping in monsoonal moonglades of love~
as the savannah sun of sunset blurs,
slowly unveiling stars with golden glove. 

When russet- fairies twirl...

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Haze up in the heavens encircles this orb.
Half-dark, half-light, shines from above.
Twinkles of light appear to absorb.
Fractions of darkness within lighted glove,

Speaking to lovers held...

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The libertine flails his torches
Burning staffs in his hands aglow
Golden sparks from the kindle beseech you
To dance on flames that he throws
For he is a...

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When I was a child,
summer at my Aunt Joanne’s
meant staying out as late as it took the sun to set!
And mostly with my cousin Chris,
I...

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The dream of every Little Leaguer
in our town was to play in The Ballpark.
The Ballpark was the diamond 
where all the Major League games were...

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Britches and snitches
Were out digging ditches
When out from the ground did appear
 
Gold that looked old
if the truth now be told
It was something someone would...

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"Burnt Aqua"



I can taste the sun
on my tongue
it spills down 
my throat
like burnt aqua
healing the beating frisson

I am ebony inside
shading in my shadow world
some somnolent...

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