Best Smarm Poems

In quiet, space breaks down into insight.
Opposing the edge amidst deceit and blight.
Imperceptible resonation is reflected back.
On a hunch, or at the stroke of night track.

A lethal tree is still close in the woodlands.
The spirit was trailing on the kist of the tree.
At first, kids...

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Written: February 03, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Charles Messina
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This clock let forth one painful scream
Bliss time shrank, as a speck of dream
Just...

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I struggle to tell her this truth,
I consult with her pleasing smile.
Woe is a world where flaws exist,
As stains breed until flavors amend.
She hears me mince through fearful smarm,
Pandora hopes she leaves this peek alone.
A whim which daunts a doting kiss,
My muse weeps with this...

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My rock, my Twin Lynne

Laura and Lynne
Not two, but one, twin
From the start, in the womb
Sharing time, past the tomb
The yang to her yen

The right to my wrong
Harmonious in song
The light to my dark
Igniting my spark
When I waiver, she's strong

Always a room sharing
Every moment caring
About...

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Token love tendered with a cheap card
Bartered lyric from a trite bard
Gilded, fabricated charm
Brokered, pretentious smarm
Words, symbols to treasure then disregard...

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The goal of life is rapture. Art is the way we experience it.
Joseph Campbell

A calm, unpretentious, breathtaking connection,
A hypnotic glimpse of Zen-alike delightful flection.
Spirit healing serenade into the borderline,
A serenity of a viable pond is lost in perfection.
 
The laconic calmness that is invoked and divine.
A...

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Glamour, glamour, glamour!
Where does it come from?
What does it form?
At first I thought it comes from French.
But no! In Scottish is the wrench.
In old days it meant proper grammar,
Today it’s an eccentric drama,
It’s an alluring charm,
It intends to smarm.
They say: It’s a sophisticated life style,
No...

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The hens from our small, urban farm,
Had wild idea, caused great fright:
Escape their pen, come to no harm,
See a show, without a blight.

With feathers ruffling at benight,
They made plans and added some smarm,
Darkened room, their intended site,
The hens from our small, urban farm.

They marched single...

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I know what it costs
to parent a tyrant
24/7
52 weeks/year
and yet avoid judging,
feeling guilty,
self-blaming shame
for all I am not sufficient,
yet.

I remember learning curious distinctions
between genuine remorse
given, when LeftBrain verbally requested,
yet without RightBrain capacity
to feel even the least caring difference 
between natural brown girl
and spiritual white light...

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She's so captivating that she has my eyes wide like a hawk
  But as always I'm contemplating maybe she thinks I'm a dork
  I never quite know what to say to her and mutter every word
  Everything becomes a blur, then it...

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He was once a well-built youth wielding young power
That waned little by little with every advancing hour,
Those days his upheld gait scared both man and beast,
Very stout and with less manly things contented least. 

Sweet adorable girls cooed coyly under his juvenile charm 
And the...

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Soaring into the shelter of loving arms
Swinging from hilt of protective gendarme
Swooning in the clutches of ingratiaging charm
Succored by incubating touches so warm
Shielded by your barelled chest from pending harm
Soothed by your enticing, enrapturing smarm
Serenading smile; pulsating lips to your kisses conform
Swivelled contours my erotic...

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"Roses rooted in the earth
Bud in rhyme and verses sage
Lilies laugh at joyous birth
Strewn across the patterned page"

Marigolds whisper their charm
By scripting a soft story
Daisies sway with sweetest smarm
Penning down their grand glory

Small red bells nod in assent
To the cadence of their rhyme
China roses' heads...

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The Wind Whispers to Me

The wind whispers to me of days gone by
The birds start to sing so I think I can fly
I seem to break free from my life of the past
The things that surround me the molds I have cast.

The sun starts to...

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On the exquisite wings of fated infinity.  
We move with subtle elegance and fluidity.
To sail into odd space on a vessel of silence.
It is clearly the domain of the swanky credence.

I desired you to be hither on a grisly day.
Hardship had exhausted my psychic...

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