Best Prating Poems

In ye old days of yore on Malaga's dreary shore
An untidy castle rimmed by salty moor
Housed a lonely, oft-drunk matador
In briny marsh grazed no sheep,...

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Young generation ardor from sculpted hero borrows
Older generation, torpor to graft peaceful tomorrows

Can young eyes through steely sheath glimpse marrow
O'er from dried paint, the blood...

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Are you the Aphrodite of the Greek tales
Or the Artemis who admirers drooling sent? 
No, for Aphrodite had her little flaws
And Artemis the fortunes of...

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FREE YOURSELF FROM THE MIRED SILT

     FREE YOURSELF FROM THE BLAME AND GUILT

     YOU ARE NOT THE...

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Through white lattice, out on the porch in August
Fog surrounds, rain dripping from oak leaves, plop
Dew-soaked silvery grass longs to wanderlust
But alas, 'tis stuck in...

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About my great grandma it’s told
That her heart never grew old or cold
I cannot keep this incident on hold
Wherever I am, I always unfold

Her counsel...

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The largest asset we own
The biggest headache we cannot disown
The greatest noose around our necks
The one that will cause economic wreck

The price of aspiration went...

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Beckoning forward, then muting purpose with placid expression;
Courting favor, but scorning gratuity with nobler accession.
Reconnoitering all, yet countenancing none in stolid derision;
Regaling commoners, but transcending...

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Sitting and waiting in a field full of olives is not a bad way to spend an hour but an hour can be long and...

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An open mouth issuing words
Is a better tool if
The thought processes are first engaged
With the intention of choosing words
That are calculated 
For best effect 

A...

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Hey! What are you prating?
Nobody in here desires waiting
With everything being instant
Why should waiting be a constant

Sarah, for Isaac waited until ninety years
Rebecca, begot Esau...

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Love blossomed in the darkest night
Morn's gilding beams to spite
Night Primrose preened by tender blight
Sphinx moth soft tips caress; sugary nectar slight
Perfumed aroma doth prating,...

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Shuttered birds flutter from balmy bough 
Shedding feathery cloak that winter's chill did endow
Fueling grounded wings with solar beams
Pairing together in reconnoitering teams
Scouting hill and dale,...

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Every friggin day
mother hen runs amuck,
while all chicken's
beady eyes appear awestruck
drawing particular
agitation, irritation, perturbation...

of Punxsutawney (Doctor) Phil
(well grounded) woodchuck,
the latter glaring at henpecked
yours truly rifled
tail...

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Once within a break in brambly fields
something stirred its fearful head in sleep:
Though it be woman or child, work or vision
something that dares not hold...

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