Best Puff Out Poems

Your strongest day is standing
just outside your door. Let it in.

Each day the sun comes home to you 
it whispers with the wind
calling out your name.

This is no video game.

Life’s a bouquet banquet 
made from your reflections.

You do not need directions.

Pick your moments carefully.
Stop and...

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but is a Shrike not 
stuck to its thorns 
just like everything else?

when I turn my
hands back into stones,

           when I bare my teeth, 

          ...

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Jellied eels and pie n mash.
East London Fair, and that’s a fact.
The Dockers hands, and the pearly kings.
Their romance gone, the truth it stings.
The Bow Bells ring, they sound out loud.
Cockney chests, they puff out proud.
Not much left of old world London town.
Inside office blocks...

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It’s a great day to shake and bake
Dance, sing, and eat all of your cake
It’s time to wear your dinner gown
Happy Birthday Dear Carol Brown

Upon reaching the Big Six O
Spread and stretch on your patio
Wear your fancy dress into town
Happy Birthday Dear Carol Brown

As you...

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Following a note from my wife – something about me acting like the Lone Ranger, I 
was compelled to respond in my usual manner.  I told her this was a love poem to 
her.


I am the Lone Ranger 

I am the Lone Ranger I...

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Would I change from a girl, and give up all my curls?
Would I quit wearing dresses, stop paying hairdressers?
Change places with him? Be a “he”, not a “she”?
Be a guy? Would I buy it?…For awhile I might try it!

I’d rise in the morning, shave off...

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Thou, O king, hast made a decree, 
that every man that shall hear the
sound of the cornet, flute, harp,
sackbut, psaltery, and dulcimer, 
and all kinds of musick, shall fall
down and worship the golden image:
And whoso falleth not down and
worshippeth, that he should be cast
into the...

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The music coarses through my veins
As i run down the street
i don't need to look back 
to hear the pounding of the feet

My mind races as i sprint
my lungs struggling to continue
but i hear death come closer
not knowing what to do

i see the glint of...

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With just a few short strokes, and the ink of a magical pen.
You can clear the air of pollution, or simply be young again.

Memories once made, can be brought back and given life.
Like grandpa whittling wood, with his favorite pocketknife.

A pen can alter time, and...

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Gods of glowing neon and gaudy screens
smile upon charming, charming patterns of heads.
All colors of hair, lit red, then green, then blue,
guided along invisible paths, crown heads
perspiring, chanting and glancing down
on marching, mechanical arms, then worrying
as they scurry along infinite, crisscrossing paths -
at once so...

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Portrait: It Is She Who Triumphed
Arabic Poem By: Saad Al-Hajji*
Translated into English By:
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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At first, she was hiding 
And holding her breath, 
In the calm of a night just bathed 
In the rain showers;
Suddenly, she started to breathe, 
And slowly rise, red as a...

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Moon-she, I long to behold you again,
That  mouth watering lady I grew around;
I long to see your embeamed and painted face again.
To see those women squat publicly to urinate,
To see those teenagers puff out smoke happily,
To touch the  honey skirt ladies that
Entangle a...

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Consider the (Dreaming) Birds

By Mark D. Stucky
Jesus told us to consider the birds of the air.
I have pondered parakeets (budgies) in a cage
routinely performing what seems impossible.
No, not flying. (They fly rather poorly.)
It’s the posture they keep as they sleep.
Usually before closing their eyes,
they puff...

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Slurpee down the street
past the gutter where pop-sickle sticks can not be boat-glued
are faded now too. . . port-bowed along no more imaginary sail boats now
paste a blue balloon to that
paper machee sky
stick his fat 
blowing cheeks to the way we first came to. ....

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There are so many
beautiful teenagers
that laugh
and joke
and make you feel bad about yourself.
 
And we know, okay,
we’re sorry.
We’re just so confused
about why it’s so easy to push
someone down when we’re already on the ground.
 
Please empathize with us
when we are home alone
and admit to ourselves:
Every...

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