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Spiel Poems - Poems about Spiel


In My Spiel and Storied Telling
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’ is a lobster pot full of moonlight woven to waylay and...

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Categories: spiel, poetry,
Form: Free verse
In My Spiel and Storied Telling
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 towels to mop tear stained flops. One horror story lives on, much...

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Categories: spiel, poverty,
Form: Free verse



In My Spiel and Storied Telling
...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 towels. Owls as mute as hollow urns turn to cry their...

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Categories: spiel, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Highfalutin Spiel
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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Categories: spiel, star,
Form: Limerick
Turkey Time
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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Categories: spiel, words,
Form: Limerick



Premium Member Highfalutin Spiel
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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Categories: spiel, sunshine,
Form: Limerick
Premium Member The Neal Spiel
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 pry?" "Sir," I said, "it's just something we must verify." "Well, I...

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Categories: spiel, funny, jobs, work,
Form: Rhyme
Trump Spiel On Weapons Conceal
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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Categories: spiel, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Premium Member Highfaluting Spiel
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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Categories: spiel, fun,
Form: Limerick
Isn'T the Same Old Spiel
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 your court You are really barking up the wrong tree If you...

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Categories: spiel, dark, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
I Shouldn'T Have To Give You This Spiel
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 want me to do things I’ve never done before But that...

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Categories: spiel, anger,
Form: Rhyme
Speech and Spiel
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 tooting horns and on them blow On your patience they do...

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Categories: spiel, allegory, analogy,
Form: Couplet
Premium Member Overgrown Spiel Part 2
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 preoccupied thinking of how everything's just perfectly fine). But is...

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Categories: spiel, confusion, care, care, feelings,
Form: Prose Poetry
Premium Member Overgrown Spiel Part 1
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 held tasty apples and wanted to share them with everyone...

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Categories: spiel, confusion, heart, heart,
Form: Prose Poetry

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