Best Glues Poems

Temptation Itches On All Living Things

Temptation itches on all living things
often nobody knows just how it stings,
not the icky-glues in its sticky pastes
nor the rotten fruits in its wasted wastes.

She the vixen nobody could resist
her vanishing pleasures - elusive mists,
long legs descend from heavenly skies
later,...

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In the summer Hot Weather, is the season of expressing the ultimate calamity of days of
unbearable treasure.  The measure of pleasure is fullfill as the season soon turns bitter
cold.  And now we prepare ourselfs for a new-season, a new direction as we get...

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RED-
Pillar boxes that stand open-mouthed
Waiting to be fed.
And plump ripe strawberries,
Dipped in sugar,
Smothered in cream.
Or just popped in your mouth
And squashed between your teeth

YELLOW-
Buttercups that shine under your chin
To give away your secrets.
And hot corn on the cob
That drips with butter
And smacks your lips.

PINK-
Candyfloss,like fluffy...

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On earth I know of no such taste, 
      No nectar of the Gods so chaste,
So pure, so gentle, full of grace;
      As my true love, tomato paste.

Good “ketchup”, as you’re widely known
  ...

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Womb of existence 

Drum of God, cosmic current,
vibration omnipresent 
manifests prismatic hues,
flowing until desire glues.

Stagnation thus is the cause
that puts flow of life on pause.
Free will once boon, is now bane,
ignorance, cause of our pain.

In the womb of existence,
ego offers resistance,
which is but our own...

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Midnight misty bluebells blossom upon starry blue 
Heavenly sunrise sway with chromatic hues
Mother Mary sweetness flows with cornucopia coos 
Holy Dove descends with wings dipped in divine dew 
with God's instructions for His Christian crew 
to dance with prayers while whispering to the world His...

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Dark matter seems to be
What isn’t there to be seen
In between
What we see.

They dub it dark since you cannot detect it
Nor can they inspect it
With telescopy.

Yet, while it can’t be descried
It cannot be denied
For equations that irk
To work.

Should dark matter matter,
Would dark matter matter
A titter...

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This is not the first of our great steps.
   It begins in an alcoholic stupor
      Someone carves in stone -
        "Khufu must be drunk."
       ...

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~The Evil Fairy And the Vengeful Leprechaun~

Late at Night while the chickadees go quiver
A fairy of the forest has fastened to her heart
A bog-reed arrow, white wash dipped in flint
She dances yes she dances, in a conical red cap
Tithing the sundown, to a leprechauns demise;

Not...

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“Before The Firing Squad”



the firing squad 
came dressed
in faux smiles

the intervention cake 
was spoon fed, like honey,
by mother superior

to the lesser bee,
with self-righteous
magnanimity

she wore the badge
Devil’s Advocate, proudly,
without any clear authority

casting bloodied 
nasturtiums around the 
sacred cow’s neck

then the F-cluster gaggle
tossed the child 
without clear...

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Last night I had a pair of wings in my dreams.
I was free and brighter and than any sun beams.
It was amazing, flying with the butterflies.
I wish I never had to open my eyes.

I hope one day that you will have the eagle's view.
Nothing in...

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Fragments United In Perfect Imperfection
And all the smeared colours unite into white
	
All
     the
           little
                 ...

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Part Two

Do you remember your run-up to the crease
      your Lindwall-delivery dragging the clasping flannel round hobbled boots
your anger
                 at the wicket that went...

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I have never felt so ecstatic anymore like your touch
On my back I laid, looking into the fading light of the moon
The melody from the creaking sound of the wooden bench
Mixed with the feeble sound of my mourn

The skies are blue and beautiful
But my eyes...

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A civilised mind has become the gem that glues this broken mould together 
it can identify each piece putting it properly in place of origin 
with the perfect picture hate attacks colouring around normal 
Attacking the source that painted this masterpiece vandalising the canvas 
criminal...

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