Talkers Poems - Poems about Talkers

Smooth Talkers are double-minded in the mind and heart. Your words have no actions only reactions and are similar to cymbals that recklessly now clash with no holding one's interest seen obsolete. Smooth talkers are their assumptions? You lost your mojo with eluding and pervasive charm....

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Reptiles in human suits are the true sweet talkers of the devil, and are well known among the various societies in our world as slick, sleek actors who fancy the breaking of common law virtues by their actions in supporting ungodly acts of a real form of reprehensible separatism that opposes all that is right and true under God’s eyes...

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Sweet Talkers of the Devil Reptiles in human suits are the true sweet talkers of the devil, and are well known among the various societies in our world as slick, sleek actors who fancy the breaking of common law virtues by their actions in supporting ungodly acts of a real form of reprehensible separatism that opposes all that is right and...

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Great Talkers Those blessed with the gift of the gab Are really found without Love As everything they say To a prospective suitor Sounds like a Love Poem Designed and written especially for them Until the smell of Roses wares off And is replaced by the Manure it is based in And Isn't it Ironic How ugly is Platonic Beauty is Moronic Talk and Love is Cheap And No...

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incessant talkers bother me. I leave the room upon their arrival, not caring if I hurt their feelings, for I know they do not notice, it always being about them, they do not see others. I do not enter the room if they are pre-there. no sense in it, as whatever you say they can top, and will. It happened to...

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My soul rejoices For its metaphors, Those pure and mixed; Transforms symbols, Veiled into Light-- We are literary: Our stories, lives, Encrypted by the Maker, Deciphered by Men and women With ears to the earth And eyes to the sky-- They have never forgotten The Great Plains-- Its deep thunder of buffalo; One with brother eagle Respectful of thermals And winds Shared a treasured high The unbreakable code A language of Spirit--...

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The nurse said not to worry, It was just a little prick. Then proceeded to inject something, that exploded like a dynamite stick. I asked my husband last evening, "Does my bum look big in this?" He sighed then smiled and then denied I looked anything but pure bliss. The mechanic checked my engine. Said it was running fine. Although I did my best, it...

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Whispering wind through the willows Faint echoes carried upon billows By the wind talkers summoning the sincere That delve into darkness without fear Each one being called by name To embrace the warmth of the light bearer’s flame Calling from a focal point of the four directions Inviting the mighty elm’s personal selections To the place where past, present, and future meet To join...

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