Best Guy Poems

How do I shed the label
of a white oppressive man
Do I listen to the message
of Obama's "Yes we can!"
Perhaps I'll go out marching 
With women take to the streets
Hold placards of "Black Lives Matter"
While trying to feel their pained heart beats

Still I wonder should I...

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Well, Gypsy Guy would rather die than hunker down in chains,

be ridden south with bit in mouth, or heed the hold of reins.



The ruling lot are in a spot, the boss man he complains:

“The gypsies’ soul, I can’t control, my patience wears and wanes;

they will...

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You tried to win her over
with dark chocolate and daisies
Passion on beds of clover
always works with the ladies

So why her indiscretions
She revealed it with a sigh
You didn't ask the right questions 
the rule book doesn't apply

See beneath all that glitters
her cool choreographed style
It's not hidden...

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In the stillness of my room  I lay in bed
arms snugged tightly around my pillow
turned  side-ways facing moon and light
But it is not the burnt orange moon 
but glowing embers in his eyes that warm my vacant night.
Tonight ,I see him  just...

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[Verse 1]
Hello, sweet brown-eyed girl
I'm just a guy with the midnight blues
Tryin’ to play it cool, but truth be told
I'm already lost in you

You gave the softest little smile
And I was halfway ‘cross the floor
Had a line in mind, a drink and some time
Maybe walk...

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Beneath his coal-black forelocks, flirty eyes
kept meeting mine when I allowed my gaze
to fall on him. As if I were a prize,
he grinned at me. He'd put me in a daze!

When he approached, my heart began to pound.
He spoke so fluently, and his accent
was French!...

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He said, “Chick-flicks I do not like.”
As they settled into place.
“I need violence, shoot-up scenes,
And at least one good car chase.”
But he promised to watch with his girlfriend
Full of embarrassment and disgrace;
Half-way through the movie
Tears streamed down his face.

“Why was he so mean to her?
And...

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To my guy, 
Come here.
Run your fingers through my hair,
swing me in the air.
Lift me and take a spin,
I'll laugh and we both win.
And when we stop, my hair will fall on your face,
I will cherish the moment with the utmost grace.
You'll put me down...

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A tall and short-tempered fat man
was a boss I once had named Dan.
Both his kids and his wife
worked there too. Oh, what strife!
They fought like a hillbilly clan.

Dandee Donuts was Dan's small café.
I served donuts and meals for small pay,
wore a stupid hair net
and what...

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Seven days and lonely at night
Was a Princess called Snow White
On her doorstep there was
Little guy dwarves
All different to view from sight

So on Monday night she did walk
To Dopey's bedroom for a talk
The conversation was slow
Up sticks did she go
At her topless body he did...

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It’s the fifth of November; Bonfire Night is finally here
The guy is set alight, oh how the little children cheer

Smoke billows, flames dance, tiny faces are aglow
We eat hot chestnuts; munching them with great gusto

Mummy gives me a sparkler it burns with a dazzling light
Sparks...

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Penny for the guy

C’mon mister give us a penny for the guy
This little ragamuffin asked with sad eyes brimming
Need the money to buy food she said with a cry
We are poor mister tearful eyes still streaming

Overhead great sparking rockets fly,
The girls guy looked sad and...

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"Only a good guy with a gun can stop a bad guy with a gun."
So says the gun lobby—the bad guy with a gun!
School, shop, and street wax wet with blood,
But the hum of the gun works drowns out their cry.
Their tears, still, run deep...

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 On
a cold
autumn eve,
playful fingers
tangled, soft and shy.
The smell of hot chestnuts
wafted through the milling crowd,
a promise of comfort and warmth.
We watched, you and I, the skies explode
as rockets declared their secret desires. 
Catherine wheels danced a dizzying response
while the bang of crackerjacks echoed,
spilling smoke...

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Steve works in a call center
to earn an honest bob
but some days he can't believe
the words that flow from some folks gob

They cus and curse
Then eff and blind -
you'd not believe your ears
and if he wasn't made of sterner stuff
he'd leave the room in tears!

I...

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