Best Smith Poems

Hot date
Can’t wait

We're at
My flat

Cute eyes
Nice thighs

Admit
She’s fit

So sweet
Must eat

We dine
Sublime

First Kiss
Sheer bliss

Soft peck
On neck

Tongue's twirl
Toes curl

First base
Hearts race

Undressed
Bare breast

Blimey
She’s ‘HE’

No joy
Ladyboy

Fussy
Pussy

Night ends
As friends

Written by Jan Allison & Tim Smith
28th August 2014...

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I sit here and ponder the days that have past
The many loves that I had, that just didn’t last.
One really sticks out, wish I had another chance
Treating her so differently, I’d show her romance.

I loved once a man, who just wanted to play
At being romantic...

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Why oh Why

A Collaboration between Seren Roberts, Tim Smith and Arthur Vaso

Poem inspired by Seren Roberts

Each poem written from a different view
The Murderer
The Murdered
The Mannequins who witnesses the crime


Why of Why
Lovers Die
Mannequins Cry


Sat, with his head in his hands
Remembering how love had once been,
Now, because...

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Written by Tim Smith and Seren Roberts

Across the room I slowly walk 
Hips swaying, smile in place 
Sensually I use my body to talk 
Holding out my hands to touch his face 

Here she comes, walking my way 
Beauty and grace, with a smile in...

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I wrote a poem of despair 
My hearts been tossed up into the air 

She wrote a limerick that was taboo 
She made me laugh when I was so blue 

Entering stage left was Tim 
Writing of past lovers sins in a hymn 

It seems...

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Now I ask you this
A more common name you will not find
Cities have thousands of them
Small towns have at least one
Why pretty much everywhere you go
You will find a Mr. Smith
 
Why once in china
In the middle of nowhere
This old Chinese man came out of...

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Tim's poem, Hello Sorrow, was the incentive for my continuance of the sorrowful emotion in Hello Grief.

Hello Sorrow

There you are old friend— 
 I knew that you were here 
  wrapped alone beside desolation 
   hidden deep amongst despair 

Hello my sorrow...

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THE DITCH BECAME ABYSS: 
Collaboration with Tim Smith

When I was here
All the music sang lalala
I only saw your eyes

When you were here
All the words read you you you
and all made sense

When we were here
In a different life, the river flowed
rippling love around us

Now without a...

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Coach Dad

It is a magic time when a child ventures
Into the world, spreading wings,
Beginning the oft painful process
of moving from the nest to the sky.

And it is a fragile time, where first experiences
Weigh heavily on shaping the direction
In which young life begins to move
And often...

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Terrific charmer,blessed and gifted

Invincible love fulfills his heart

Modesty is a reflection of his beliefs

Super dad and  souper spice

Master of words and muses

Incredibly kind to all others

Trustworthy and truthful friend

Heartwarming!His sweet gentility
reaches our soul.



Dedicated to Tim Smith
Happy Birthday Sweet Sixteen : )
on the 3rd of...

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I love to feel the water
As it cascades over my face,
I love to feel you touch me
Through my satin and lace

I'm needing to be engulfed
In the waters falling fast
I'm needing your embrace
Our time will forever last.

I love the tingling feeling
As it sprays across my spine
Setting...

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Candles in the wind

Time blows within our hearts
when young ones leave our nest
we love the memories, but feel a little less
life is not a dream, it's a test

Waking, to the calls of morn
alone, a coffee and with buttered scone
on the windowsill I sit
observing the empty...

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TO FULLY UNDERSTAND THIS POEM PLEASE READ BRONTE INSPIRATION 1, 2 and 3 


Little Patrick in the nursery playing with his toys 
Asks ''MUM'' can I have a sister like the other girls and boy ?
His friends have told him in playschool about their expanding...

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TO FULLY UNDERSTAND THIS POEM PLEASE READ MY POEM 'NOT QUITE 
WONDER WOMAN' AND TIM SMITH'S POEM A CALL TO BLUNDERWOMAN


Hey Tim’s kids get off your tush
Your dad is baking something lush
He’s made a massive tray of cake
Do the washing up for goodness sake

Then he’s...

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Tim. Your latest poems stirred the memory of this one I recently penned. 

I stumble down a street, cobbled with broken dreams,
hobbled by those memories chained around my heart.
Tears glisten as they're captured by silver moonbeams
tossed from Luna's fair hand as mine are gently caught....

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