Best Jabbing Poems

More interesting the way you wrestle
never meaning hurt..
flirting.., with a skillfull mind
and matching tongue.

Twice as agile your swift feet, gleeful toes,
play like little lady fingers, jabbing, 
bobbing and weaving in the morning sun.   

What a change I witness when the gloves come off
colors...

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A poem unlived
is a poem merely written -- 

sustenance our words

let the body digest with heartfelt
regurgitation – a poem unlived
is a poem merely written
 
as well as tasty center, a healthy chew
needs skin-like peachy, tickly sensation, 
emotive mastication – best often 
lost when discarding fussy...

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I remember a day I smiled at her
And she smiled back
That was miles away
down the road
We parted there
And I came back
to find her long gone
No trace, no note, no sign
I wondered if she
had hesitated before leaving
Was I worth a moment's reflection?
Does love escape so easily?
Can...

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A silk sheet of black covers my head while I am sleeping and seeps into my skin,
Reaching my brain and interrupting dreams that are far from reality’s reach.
Slowly, surely, on soft feet.
Creeping up on me, unexpected.
Chasing me through dark forests that once held flowers without...

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Lost Love

Leaning on my PC, I find
Another place – another time.
Where you were everything in my past
And my memories are not lasting
The distance I discern in your voice
Jabbing the love – you still my choice,
The fantasy of yes, golden times
When we cuddled side by side.
Now...

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   Preening, posing, mouths always in motion
     jabbing your fingers high in the air
   Shouting and yelling, and screaming an ocean
     of high-intensity rubbish and verbal warfare

   O, progressive politicians, you...

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Whats going on with Russell Brand? Over six million
Followers have penchant, he was once a man i did
Not admire..Yet over two years it has transpired Brand
Has burnt a brand, a searing line through mainstream
Medias fervid minds, though they'll rant and pant and
Roll the dice..Its not...

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Twelve rounds of excitement
Two rivals smiling in the middle of enchantment

The bell rang...
Both fighters were wild
Two rough hands still mild
The bell rang again -- end of first round.

Second round...
Gaiting horses, eluding kicks and punches
Baiting bodies, protruding hunches

Third round...
Fighters in merry-go-round
Hide and seek on square ground

Fourth...

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On the patio I can see the chameleons
Their necks so red with lust
On the wind the green parrots
Call to one another hoping for a place to rest
The sky is orange and deep purple with the last whispers of light
Twisting the orange peel in my drink...

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gluteus maximus left and right half moon cheek
   re: byte size buttock 
attached via usb (uniform firm behind) to this freak
   with bowel movement incontinence + gas filled gut
evoking contortionist frown stretching to lowest peak
 perched upon porcelain goddess where elimination...

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Though the midnight summer rains
as we sit together under the geraniums,
hanging low and at full bloom,
we hold hands and talk of old times;
times that were kind to us and our youth.
As summer storms light up the night skies
We kiss the storm away, as it rolls...

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Eight inches of snow saw no hat on his head
an act of derring-do, my father said,
   He ascended the steps
   the eyes of the world upon him
   An orator attacking the lectern
   ~ Camelot, out to shatter...

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The chains of freedom
A fire burning in my hands 
A societal lie made by heavy pockets 
Of extremists like the Nazis 
Jabbing whatever they want , where ever they want 
For any reason they find plausible 

A belief so heavily inflicted that it makes us...

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Sorrow weeps, small happiness creeps
Remorse afloat, in my silk coat
Emptiness appears, silence leers
Fading shadow, far below
Begging forgiveness, lots of emptiness............
 
Cemented dreams, gone to extremes
Song of despair, not knowing I care
Tears grabbing, hands jabbing
Wisps of cries, light up the sky..............
 
Eyes pleading, heart bleeding
Passion is...

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It was quite an adventure. I never had sailed. 
Appearances looked like the last trip had failed. 
“That rickety old thing? Ya’ sure it will float?” 
Nodding my friend said, “Don’t call it a boat.”

We sat in the back as his Dad came up top....

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