Best Smiths Poems

oh youth in all its callow shades
               is from our hope,...

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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...

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These seasons which sing in silent symphonies,
   like the hush of a new age,
   like portals to pretence,
   actualized...

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There are a lot of word Smiths on this site
Who pen good poems that are out of sight  

Its likened to attending a beautiful...

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Beltane’s Night
On the eve of Beltane
The Earth’s call rang across hill and heather, towards ford and cliff
From tree to river the door calls, spirits of...

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What’s in my name? It’s Candler,
A name as old as English tax.
If you’re of English descent, yours may be too.
Let us take a short trip...

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Pick those crisp, red McIntoshs, 
And warm some caramel for dippin',
Pick those green Granny Smiths,
And heat some cider for sippin'.

It's time for apple pickin',
Down on...

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Utah cringes as hacked Ocotillo turn carnivorous,
spitting psychoactive pollen into the atmosphere,
dusting entire subdivisions.

The victims wander,
searching eagerly for where sunlight is strongest.
A part of their...

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I come from a small town,
Nine thousand in all.
There’s nothing really fancy here.
Just a couple of strip malls.
We like our Tim Hortons coffee,
Hockey’s the sport...

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Sitting at glen’s edge,
pining the loss of summer
and idyllic rendezvous -
the noticeable disappearance
of luscious granny smiths
we cut in halves
and passionately rubbed
between a quartet
of burning thighs
to...

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lets go on a train ride back to the 80s

its the day the smiths decided
they need to be in London as desired
where there are factories...

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Angel’s songbirds awoke and flung the deal
Anisette chirps, sounds of reels
On that day my soul grew lyric
My heart couldn’t see it
Angels songbirds sing with me

And...

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The truth of their own beholder. There is none in him in their golden deceit          ...

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"Dealing a Deeper Darker Crimson"



Dealing a deeper darker crimson velvet kiss
Lips bleed criminal and cut deep
on caged tongues whispering a love missed


Vanilla dreams
Black pods of...

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Forty-Eight that parallel...
above which no man need go.
For there doth dwell the demon...
with his sultry bride from hell.

Water's frozen, sky's a'fire...
sea o'forsaken desire.
Doth sure now...

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