Best Spiel Poems

8/10/17


Be careful what you ask for
Next thing you know it wasn't all that great, or you want even more

This isn't the same old spiel
I'll tell you something real
Everyone has an 'Achilles heel'


Speaking the truth, life is rather short
Don't be a poor sport
The ball is in...

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Back in the day, to earn my way
I added minutes to callings cards for which clients would pay
To avoid impropriety
Their address was required for security.

One day a gentleman called in named Neal,
But his address he would not reveal!
"I don't understand," he whined, "why do you...

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I'll never know what it's like to work hard and long as my dad does just to keep a roof over our heads and good food to eat. I'll never know what it's like to have asthma and be sick all the time (I'm too...

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Did I hear someone say, “is he for real?”
You betcha, this is me, the real damn deal
No airs, no facade
Just a simple old sod
Happy to dish out giggles with my highfalutin spiel...

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Speech and Speel

Have heard each politicians' speech and spiel
About them how are we supposed to feel
And do truly believe in without a doubt
Understanding what they are talking about.

There has appeared to be so much wrath
And in all of it we will be taking a bath
While...

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I'm pouring my heart out on the page, but no amount of words nor good intentions could undo my selfishness. How could I not see what was right in front of me? How ignorant must I be not to notice such loveliness? I thought I...

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...dead mice thus far do gnaw, splintered mirrors
neck and rubber yet with scant regret.
Ropes both for hanging and climbing, good grief,
bad love, honey-do-dew in a salty brew.

In my closet, pockets unpacking pockets, 
string bags under closed eyes,
eulogies for the living etched on wet lips and
kitchen...

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Did I hear someone say, “is he for real?”
You betcha, this is me, the real damn deal
No airs, no facade
A simple old sod
Happy to dish out giggles with my highfaluting spiel...

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Desiccated mice thus far do gnaw shreds of scant regret.
Good and bad love, honey-dew in a salty brew.

In my closet, pockets unpack pockets,
bags billow under closed eyes,
eulogies for the living etched on wet lips and
kitchen towels. Owls turn to cry 
their mournful ‘why’s’, more kitchen...

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Did I hear someone say, “is he for real?”
You betcha, this is me, the real damn deal
No airs, no facade
Just a simple old sod
Happy to dish out giggles with my highfalutin spiel...

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Trump Spiel On Weapons Conceal

What Trump has said was a short spiel,
On why all weapons we should conceal;
Dormant  brain,
Without a grain,
And amendment we do need to repeal.

Jim Horn...

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Sometimes, you make me feel like I’m not good enough.
And that’s tough.
Especially when I give you all my love
And all you give me is a shove.
You push me away
When I have something to say
Because it isn’t what you want to hear.
Then, I start to tear.
You...

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In my deaf and time-closeted
pockets unpack pockets,
string bags hang under the closed eyes
of all-seeing watchers.

Eulogies for the living
are etched on wet lips and kitchen towels.
Owls as mute as hollow urns
turn to flute their mournful why, what,
and who’s.

The edge of IF, is most hard to see;
‘if’...

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If you should hear Tom Selleck spout
His irritating, "It turns out..."
It isn't a fluke
Just gobbledygook
Intended to smother your doubt...

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