Best Becca Poems

My pen strives to flow,
saturate virgin fibers
crisp, cool and clean, 
desires to spread
through virtuous threads 
with thoughts, reflections, 
colors from within -

yet at any given time 
I’m tempted to resign;
my thoughts are faded, 
my ink runs dry.  

When your mind is weary 
and words...

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I'm so happy I checked-out a recent e-mail from the Soup
By doing so, I was privileged to read some of Becca Teagan's 
work, I know I may have gone over the top with my
little tribute, but I write what comes to me. 
I never say...

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Bye -Bye Becca good- bye, but why, it’s not clear?
How can we dance if you leave my sweet dear?
You’re a big girl; your life, your choice, your year
Come with me and enjoy the dance and cheer

How can we dance if you leave my sweet dear?
Time...

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Where once a gentle poet penned her heart,
we look upon a sad and empty page,
there - common thoughts became embellished art
and hungry thirst for passion was assuaged.
So oft our search for peace takes crazy turns
to where we find a tempest as we lay,
and not the...

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To The Loveliest Lady At The Soup

Oh, lovely Becca why must you wish to go?
Please stay one more day at the Soup!
Your verses so beautiful with perfect flow,
please stay and be part of this group.

I too have days so dreary and confusing, 
which door to...

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Becca, Dear Becca,
say it ain't so!
I hear that you're leaving and
from Soup you'll go.

You have many friends here,
who think you are a gem.
Don't listen to the haters.
You're so much better than them.

In fact, you should stay,
as they are probably just jealous,
of your sweetness and talent...

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Dear Becca, Rebecca, or Moose, (Whatever your heart prefers! )
It has been my deepest inclination to write you a poem,
Befitting your absolute beauty, and expressing my thanks for your loyalty
You are constant and true, giving, adventurous, gorgeous,
Loving, intelligent, hilarious, mysterious and vagarious…
You often suffer greatly...

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Dear Becca, I am sending you,
this letter in verse from my soul,
giving you a piece of my heart.
      Why wrap your poems up,
      all the lovely fragments,
   all the layers of beauty penned,
...

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Becca Teagan I’ve heard that you’re leaving
My stomach is now churning and heaving
Salty tears start to flow
I don’t want you to go
You are loved here and now I am grieving

Dear Becca you are part of this group
Just take a break from poetry soup
So please take...

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What, pull up a chair now, and sit down with you?
That’s a lovely idea, I like it, I do!
I’m due for a break and the boss, he won’t care.
Yes! Hold on a moment, I’ll pull up a chair!

Now as for that salad, well . ....

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Sweet Becca Lucas told me recently 
My silliness makes her roar
Confided though, if given the choice
Prefers my serious poems more

My comfort zone has always been humour
Find humour in almost all things
A cockeyed look at this sad old world
Every morning I'm ready to sing

Till Becca confided,...

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Bye Bye Becca
Rang through my ears in hell
I had to do the dishes now
But couldnt do them well.

The mopping and house cleaning
Looked me in the eye
Becca lift that pen and write
But all i did was cry.

Who will drive the children home
And polish off the car
I...

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She's the princess of the sonnets, the counter of your feet.
and if Shakespeare lived today he would need to keep it neat.
Them syllables best add up,  and they better be well stressed.
But the best thing about Becca she will always help. 
No na from...

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Not only doctors can heal
A writer too can bless a soul with motivation
Our readers are the souls sent to us to heal
No matter how small or voluminous your words
It could be someone's turning point


We are humans too
sometimes we want to drop the pen
and lie down...

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I miss my friend Becca
Even before she is gone
She had thought this a safe place
Free from conflict
Judgment

A place where all can freely express
Where have all the past poets gone
Do any of their words still echo in our minds
Do they disappear into obscurity
Who is left to...

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