Best Slithery Poems

She senses before she sees
The manicured nails - the elegant fingers
Holding out the hundred dollar bills - enticingly - so temptingly
A generous nights takings of...

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It seeps into your bones this silent sadness
Spreading like a caustic cancerous liquid
Black and oozing slithery fingers into spaces
Once open petals to joy and light...

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RED  ANGEL

I see the fire in your eyes!
This Red Angel, who's not human, intriguing with lies.
Pointing to the path that leads to paradise.
Ending Revelations...

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In the cool of the evening he laid there basking 
as my fingers touched the gleaming surface of the pool.
Deeper i penetrated till my hand...

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One morning Dee woke to find the most unusual toad
Perched o’er the water line in the “bowels” of her commode
She put on gloves and sought...

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spawned in the summer of 1853
these sliced succulent deep fried wonders 
resulted from the demands of a complaining customer
whose bullshit led our man, a one,...

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snake
                slithery snake 
      ...

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What do you dream
deep in the night when
all are asleep and the moon 
shines bright?

Do you dream of fairy's
and elves or monsters
and demons with long
pointy...

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The Electoral College is fraud.
At it's best they take us hostage
Then pay our ransom in jest
This two-party-system
Disingenuous
Slithery snakes
Investing
In fear
Stock....

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HOW MUCH MORE

The ocean skies strike again
bathing the ground all day,
slithery and of polka leaves
crashed by wild and woolly,
wailing Western winds... Break!
Even the trees are...

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Love and Hate Relationship


You are so good at pushing that wrong button
You had my blood pressure boiling all of a sudden
How can you be so...

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Sunday morning early, five a.m to be
precise, my mind awakes, then gently succours
the body to arise from one’s mundane sleep. I
then transfer to Britain via...

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Salted memories of childhood.
Bitter taste of tears.
Father teaching me to swim.
Overcoming my fears.

Searching for cockles at the beach.
Little bubbles in the sand.
Scrape with the garden...

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the painting of pictures in the minds of readers of words 
Needs wetlip brush stroke consonants as complementary colors
Rhythmic connotation rhymed alliteration as wet accentuation...

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The  sun  glazes  slithery  from  the  East, 
And  the  acidic  stomachs  rumble  for ...

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