Boasts Poems | Examples

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The leech boasts he ends many wars
With each speech Trump’s truce total soars
His confused amount
And White House account
Are summed-up trysts with Epstein's whores

Are you going to Canbrerra'

Some go to canberra to look at the sights.'
Some went in 22, to complain on its blights.'
Its a strange old place canberra.' A shop window of sorts.' A (w e f) example of just 
What has been bought.' Gee thery are a strange mob in 'that place' but the best place
TWOT'S; to see..And in great numbers; just take it from me, maybe that could become 
Passtime.? We'll have to wait and see.'Go up there and (count the TWOTS?) Well you'll  get a whole lot.' All in
One place they be .' ( its almost a humanistic zoo) My proverbial God.' Its
TWOT town Australia..' but you need to be in a good
Numbered crew, cause they can be quite savage, wow I'm tellin you.' They
Have been known to be agressive.' To spectators when up close.' I saw a TWOT once
Ram a convoy..Screaming expletives mouthing hatefull boasts..But go on up by all means.!
Just stay protected from ( their cookers ) and
Don't let them know you're counting..Thats a
' thing i'm told; best never done in front of hookers'

What the tea leaves reveal

From a loud-mouth, world’s cease-fire arranger
To desperate man as if in manger,
Who when naught was rendered,
Panned, having surrendered,
And what is worse than that,
For a rival to bat,
Dubbed as salesman and Putin’s messenger! 
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Happenings | 37.08.2025 | USA, humour

Note: Meeting between Trump and Putin in Alaska.  Boasts galore and no more boats to reach the coast across! Putin conceded little, trump ceded his boasts, reduced from being a realtor president to a salesman and messenger to relay Russian terms to EU and Ukraine. But the deal maker that he is, Trump might still get Russian oil to flow in the world easing prices, access rare earths from Ukraine, and his coveted Nobel peace prize.

The Person

The person who calls, calls to the person who hears.
The person who asks, asks the person who listens.
The person who confides, confides in the person to trust.
But the person who boasts, boasts to anyone.

They Wanted an A-Bomb

For 46 years - prideful and hateful 
Wrath, envy, spreading the net
Building an A-Bomb, a decision fateful
A sword to be held, like eternal threat

Destruction, murder, elimination
Iran, to wipe Israel off the map
A sordid task for the whole nation
Stubborn threats, boasts, contempt

It was their purpose, the goal, the aim
To end every Jew on planet Earth
Fanned hot Middle Eastern flame
To Hamas and Hezbollah, they gave birth

Spread the tentacles, to suffocate
To build an Islamic Republic empire
Never learned from the old caliphates
They are all gone, purged by fire

Lusted for bomb, to be held as a club
Over every fearful head, forever
Wanted to enter the atomic club
By picking the locks and feeling clever 

The last mile, they were almost there
To grip the victory with the jaws
Removing all stops, and didn’t care
Moving forward without pause

But no, those dreams never came to pass
Atomic Persia, the purveyor of dread
Where are you now, evil top brass?
Someplace unfound, unburied and dead

June 16, 2025

Pant and Bra

He is a good man with morals
He takes good care of his wives
He boasts about his wives a lot
Especially people's wives.

Our husband doesn't cheat says the wives
He's a responsible man with morals
Just but ten he married us
He promised not to marry again.

Our husband doesn't sleep at home
He said we scream  a lot
He needs concentration for his work
So he sleeps in hotels of his choice.

What a wonderful man God gave us
He has seven secretaries for himself
Each tends to him when needed he said
Though we don't know what our husband does for a living. But we do know he works at night and doesn't sleep at home.

This Persian Candy

Far from the homeland, when lips part to speak,
This Persian candy works wonders, magic unique.
The spell of Rumi’s verse, of Hafez’ deep art,
In distant lands, it uplifts every heart.

A potion of love rides this caravan’s crest—
Saadi himself boasts of its charm manifest.
Open your eyes, and at this threshold stay—
The Masnavi begins to tell your tale today.

Yes, the key to the treasure of bliss is our tongue—
Rumi unlocks his vault where legends are sung.
The world is our homeland, in this unmatched place—
Our Persian speech bestows us with grace.

Montreal is calling

Montreal is my favourite city ~ a mix of old and new.
I love its architecture which graces it with style and unique character.

It's got more than its share of cathedrals, pubs and restaurants.
It boasts a vibrant mingling of local and exotic culture.
Well known to be the hub of exquisite cuisine and fine dining.

Montreal gathers artists into a most vivacious symbiotic community.
Best of all ~ summertime offers its kaleidoscope of musical festivals.

So make a point of visiting this city that is big on charm !
Let Montreal lure you, captivate you and seduce you ~



AP: 2nd place 2025

Snippets of Spring vol 2

Lyricism of wisteria ruses…peacocking muses gushing tomes

Classicism flocking..roams & woos homes not garden gnomes

Colourful creepers cruising..schmoozing with boisterously blushing bricks

Spring exudes mysticism..oozes oodles of bamboozling serendipity flushing

Cherished fingers rushing freely..delivers..unctuous ravishingly rambunctious

Relished slivers lavishly lingers..embellished..proudly protrudes

Inspires rhyming platitudes about gratitude...fires fresh

Attitudes across a range of altitudes & latitudes

Sprinkling wryly of vintner's drily sparkle...ends strange debacle...

Skint stints of wily skinflint winter’s splinters..with hints of now..Spring sprints

But also somehow.. if one squints..get an inkling of change..

Glints of summer's tints slyly twinkling

Snippets of Spring vol 1

Blakean ghosts' boasts..frollicking in rollicking

Rolling hillock hosts..ripe shenanigans..perry toasts

Believing in hefty heaving heroes

Hallowed harbingers..halcyon hedgerows

Harbouring tranches of branches..ferry very merry berries

Majestic mosaic montage barge of balletic 

Incandescent flowers..weaving wherries

Showering prophetic kaleidoscopic poetic dreams

Streams through towering mesmeric green tunnels

Full to the gunnels..reams of sheens teem..flowing funnels

Bestowing.. glowing transcendent beams gleam kinetic

Luminescent aesthetic barrage..overpowering iridescent fluorescent flowering
  
Every single one of Mother nature's tendrils tingle

Mingle..saluting seasonal succour..mooting rebooting from fruiting..pukka

Kindness of Trees

My neighborhood boasts trees so grand,
Their emerald smiles stretch through the land.

The Redwoods rise, so proud, so high,
The palms reach wide beneath the sky.

The oaks give back in countless ways,
The deciduous shine in season's praise.

I cherish their bond, so pure, so true,
Their kindness is all they ever knew.

The Past Is a Graveyard

Do not turn back, the past is grave, Its echoes haunt, its hands enslave.

The road behind is lined with ghosts, Their voices call, their sorrow boasts.

Each step you take, the past will plead, But forward lies the path you need.

The hands of time will twist and pull, Yet looking back will take its toll.

The doors you closed, the bridges burned, Will whisper still, though none return.

The past is cruel, it does not care, It waits to catch you unaware.

It wears the scent of rotting dreams, It hums in corridors unseen.

Its fingers claw through dust and bone, It sings in voices not its own.

The faces lost, the dreams decayed, Will drag you down where shadows fade.

So walk ahead, don’t turn around, For ghosts will pull you to the ground.

Ottawa Tulip Festival

Dow's Lake boasts a scenic park
with tulips by the hundred thousands
they bloom for all in springtime jubilee
that marks the launch of playful seasons



AP: 2nd place 2025

reclaiming inner light

in this realm of fierce predators
name of the game: domination
out of place here seem love laced souls
blissful in staid meditation 

consciousness caged, heart contracted
as delusion of grandeur boasts
fanning fires of feral instinct
humans wander earth like lost ghosts

love’s the flame that glows in darkness
pausing the cause of tempests wild
know it as the light of the soul
sense it in the smile of a child

The Delacorte

For years we’ve gone to see the shows
Of Shakespeare in the Park,
Where magic happens in Manhattan
When the sky turns dark.

The theater where the plays are held
Is called the Delacorte,
Reopening this summer,
I am happy to report.

A renovation closed it down
But now it’s back for good
And boasts a new façade that’s made
From water tower wood.

“Twelfth Night” will start the season
With a most impressive cast,
An experience for those who go
That will be unsurpassed.

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