Best Smelling Poems

Falsehood reduces the number of pages from the bible
originality through many lips comes out hyped or feeble.

Mouth, linking to ears like a poisonous drug
and for the mind, banana peels replacing the rug.

What is purple is tagged navy blue
and many stay distracted from the actual clue.

Events...

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What are we fussing about.
Is there any reason to be in doubt.
Are the bird's chirpping each morn.
"Do you not want blessing */* thru-the storm???"
What are we all fussing for.
Everything is smelling like roses.
And there is a package of Grace at
every believer's front door!! 
"Be Grateful...

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Down on his hands and knees is Frump
But which end is his Rump!
Both ends are putting out so much hot air
To guess which, I wouldn’t dare
Making his stink smell good is an art.
But not hard to do when your audience isn’t smart
He changes ends so...

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The smiling loch gives a welcome
Along with the vigorous pine,
Time to recharge the soul
And smell the coffee on the Isle of Skye.

Misty mountains of mystery
Are a drug with a natural high,
And offer more to discover
Sipping coffee on the Isle of Skye.

The landscape changes each minute
As...

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Going to work is more like play
I’m cruising on my new Segway...

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A  flower is still in bloom
As the summer exiting soon
And, the sweet smell is tempting
But, soon it will lie down
To give way to a sprouting bud
Then butterflies keep hovering
Of differing beauty of the future 
Obliviously, time may have walked so fast
And,  the ...

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Hello, Skeptical Mind Controlled

I dance in the pale moon light
under the devils nine delights 
he watch's me play without a care   
under the technical deceit of mind bending needled wear 

You many be a skeptic 
so the devil laughs 
but he will put...

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Petrified pottery ponders plots. Ploys play putting purring. And a frantically fraternising pickle arch can glow on many a skyline at dusk. In many hues. Many dusks many arches many hues and many hues mean many hundreds and many hundreds mean invite to investment of...

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Not every day do I smell like poo
But my aroma is like my shoe
Completely bad
I’m feeling sad
Don’t get too close to me would you

Russell Sivey...

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I want to be the girl smelling flowers
Breathing them in and dreaming 
Both our faces up-turned 
Sun-soaking and beaming
To be the girl with shoulders like feathers
Bright eyes, a song on my tongue
A dance on my hip as I travel
Fresh air polluting my lungs
 
They'll be tucked...

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My cuffs gather the dusk’s dirt,
I wait alongside Albert’s dog;
The sentry of the rain stares at me
Like I was a resident of the bog.

I have a murderer beside me,
She’s sitting with quite a sad look;
“Ants ants they are everywhere!”
I wonder why she wrote that in...

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Wearing Great Smelling Deodorant

From Trump each and every word
We heard from him was totally absurd
After hearing him came to conclusion
Was optical illusion in mental institution.

With what he wore would try to impress
And also occasionally he tried to abscess
Worldly woman he wanted to have been 
But...

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I AM Walking Smelling the Fragrant Flowers

I WALK THROUGH GARDENS
FILLED WITH LILAC, JAZMINE ROSE
LAVEN HYACINTH

HONEYSUCK LILIES
SMELLS SO FRAGANT THE BLOSSUMS
MOCK-ORANGE FREESAS

MORN GLORY YLANGS
TUBEROSE HELOTROPE AND
LOB MARITIMAN

1/26/18
by James Edward Lee Sr....

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     If bathtubs grew onions
       then feet might have bunions
     that stink as well as get sore
  
     If you can't remove all the dirt
 ...

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As fate hangs 
in a precarious equilibrium
and a mammoth iceberg 
of uncertainty crumbles 
into the sea

As quiet moments start to rattle 
like angry thunder and the 
maddening world plunges 
head-first into a bottomless pit 
of existential chaos...

as the populace wrestle with stress 
engendered by a...

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