Best Beryl Poems

My auntie her first name is Beryl
Put other road users in peril
She mounted the sidewalk
The pedestrians squawk
and report her to Sherriff Merrill

The Sherriff puts her under arrest
as Beryl says she tried her best
But before Beryl kills
With her dire driving skills
He insisted she retakes her test

The...

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When I was a child ‘bout five to six I used to dream that this were me
I’d peel back frame from toys, take apart their guise to see what was beneath
I was ever so careful, every tiny pin, kept safe in a sealed plastic case
Just...

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Beryl, a beach girl of some girth,
Was paddling for all she was worth,
     Her face looked so stark
     Being chased by a shark,
As she battled to get out of the surf....

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Beryl Cook. 

Painted faces of sheer delight
Others full of horror and fright

Ladies night with sexual tones
Anticipating moans and groans

Lady with a glass of wine looks happy
Admiring the lingerie looking snappy

Beryl Cooks paint brush has no fear
Colours and strokes are definitely clear

Brings out the delight in...

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name of precious gem
crossing Atlantic Ocean
unknowing effects...

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Now your struggles are ended,
Of body and mind.
May your battles be remembered, 
With our passing time.

For years you had suffered,
Pain capturing your will,
Destroying all promises,
Of the day you would be healed.

We' re shared precious moments,
And at time revealing our fears,
We talked of those days we'd,
Soon...

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I woke up this morning to a Nice Surprise.
On Poetry Soup, I couldn't believe my eyes.
My Kitty Rusty became a Super Star.
Thanks to Poet Robert Gorelick's, Kindred Heart.

Robert and Beryl Edmunds wrote two Poems.
About our cat Rusty, and how we found him. 
Their great Poetry...

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The warm, bubbling, thrills of my cherished first date
So innocent, so sparkling soft, is the kind hand of fate
Up at dawn to caress, my new shoes of patent leather
My feet felt no floor, for I was a teen angel with feathers.
My feathers took flight that...

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Satin tongues to rolling words
unthought yet by the masses be
to turn to brine long molded thoughts
and break up synapse strings to see
Spoke in bubbles on the air
to drift, to drift to breathing skies
to sink, to sink to beryl seas
and while we swim, to burn our...

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The hunk of beryl did not look like much.
“It eventually turns into emerald,” the shopkeeper said.
Still unimpressed, I kept hunting for fluorite.
I have bought more fluorite than most gem collectors.
Greed allowed me to pay forty dollars for the ugly piece of beryl.
It was gray-tannish in...

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Dark hair and eyes holding beryl dust;
Faith, luck, and in the Fey we trust....

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