Short Silver Tongued Poems
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Tall tale possessed
Dark heart held ransom
Handsome silver tongued
Slang sucker-punched
Black his blue eyes
Wince at nothing
But truth testified
Lo, a cyclopean ready to devour;
Lo, a silver-tongued serpent hissing while crossing;
Lo, a mysterious land full of creatures;
Lo, a lupine howling so frightening;
Lo a phoenix from oblivion has risen again;
Nemesis a punisher of evildoers has come;
Lo, I wake up and its a dream.
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OxymoronClean hand delivered by the silver tongued bearded Osama-Bin-
Wanna-Be
of the airwaves, whose name I feel too disgusted to repeat again....
Form:
Singing to an empty well,
all that echo back are screams.
Visions of demons lie before me,
ripples in the inky water.
Heaven found in a man's killing touch,
and still there is no escape.
Nightmare wishes come to life,
stumbling blocks along my way.
Silver tongued devil waiting to wake me,
to the shadow of my former self.
I'm absolutely deplorable
The worst there ever was
I'm just down right Incouragable
And I'm that way just because
Some Call me the Devil
While others fall in love
Of faces I own several
And each one fits me like a glove
I'm a silver tongued Assassin
Aiming directly for your heart
I may not be old fashioned
But I've had you from the start
Haden
Want someone who’s good?
Can help your company make sale?
I could sell milk to a cow,
and for free I’d chuck in the pail.
I can make a pigeon buy scraps,
a snake part money for venom;
I am the silver-tongued cheque with a grin
who persuaded jeans to shop for denim.
So, you need some success?
Change that red line to black?
A leopard would order spots from me,
I’m not a run of the mill old hack.
Spare me the goof,
O dear Captain,
Hear the rattling mess tins,
My dear old kit bag,
Worn out in action,
I lost my hold-all,
The spare drawers’ cotton,
A half-full water bottle,
Almost emptying my Haversack lunch,
The sun is scorching,
The camouflage is withering,
The cover is blowing out,
Silhouetted we crawl,
The impetus is gathering, hell no,
The attack is uphill, so soon,
O dear Captain,
Silver-tongued Captain,
Think so fast, so fast like never before.