Best Boil Over Poems

My love for all on Poetry Soup
like a tasty broth group.

Cook and stir

* 2 pounds lean Lebanon ground
in Dutch oven over medium-high heat,
breaking the Lebanon meat up as it cooks,
until all is no longer pink and has
started to brown, about 10 minutes.

Stir in the

* 2...

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Like a tsunami from the ocean
I want to churn everything, inside out
But rue the fact that, 
Like a bubble in the air 
Have to be content with only 
Being fidgety inside myself. 

When the rocks try to stop 
The natural flow of river, downwards
Even the...

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a thin red veil
colours my perspective
pots boil over...

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A soup so delightful
Yet to such a waste
All that cooking
Standing by the stove
Making sure the temperature was just right
Adding all the right spices
- A little salt and pepper, some lemon squeeze, just a hint of chili and a spoon full of love
Stirring carefully, making sure...

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It brews

With the first arc of the sunlight
That lifts the sweltering night

It brews

Without a single cloud to offer comfort
The thick still air 
Only grows heavier
A weight you can see on the leaves of the trees
As they fold to the oppression
Hot like a wet tea bag
A...

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Accents blending in the air.  Southern drawl slowly mixing with Caribbean beats,,
Until the energy of the Harlem Renaissance tops it all off.
"We don't like you." Says the wind to the teenage girl.
"You have to much mixture,to much blend.  You don't fit into any...

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The pedestrian kettle steams on to the Capitol pyre
With a weight watcher tonic; more lean legislators to sire
The Grand Old Party a taste of the aromatic brew doth require
Medicinal tonic blended to alleviate bloating gout of every Democratic squire
Preferring their watered-down, generic brand, constipated digestive...

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Eyes dry, I look out at THEM. They crawl in the dirt with a trail of tears shedding like a
long haired dog's coat in the summer time.
Anger build up inside of me as I watch THEM.
THEY are the women children of this world. 

Searching.
Begging.
Longing.
They want...

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This world is ours
If we put our heads together thats cleverer
The Media pins the masses down like wrestlers
Biased to the westerner
Showing of the worst of Africa
Reporting Ebola to Malaria
But missing out the beauty
with intentional duty
Recording wars and mass hysteria
They show the poor with bowls on...

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I don’t deserve
This kind of punch to my pride
You used your best left hook, uppercut and jab to my ego
Here desperately griping the corner of the ring
Unable to believe the idea
That he ever felt that my commitment was unclear 
Upsetting the balance of sincerity 
Exploiting...

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Don't stop the CHOP
dash the glorious bits of foam and froth
let the leeward side fill
let the fertile delta pray 
for mercy from Poseidon
All hail the storm God...

Angry, black-and-blue, bruise 
the coast, claim the futile calm...
meditate on the black hole of the abyss
Can’t STOP the chop…

Brash...

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Love
Or hate
A feeling of 
Burning, blazing mortal devotion
Almost ready to boil over,
Run wildly free for eternity galore
And scar all in its ruthless path
Like a torched fire of emotion
Taking over mindless, passionate fools
With a taste of
Love or hate
Or both
Intertwined...

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She was a ticking time bomb.
Ready to explode at any moment.
Her temper was ready to boil over, 
at any given time.
People could see her coming.
And then one day it was too late.
She exploded! The time bomb went off.
And we never heard the end of it.
She...

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Santa went out last night dressed as mutton.
Partied too much; was a real butt   on.
Woke with aching hangover.
Mrs. Santa, boil-over,
Threaten to punch in his bellybutton.

You need to deliver the children's toys.
Or you'll ruin the joy for girls and boys.
Sleigh and reindeer are roundup,
Leave...

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Across Realms

Across vast realms
Where clouds collide
Like scarred chariots
In rush hour traffic
Storms boil over
Fed by fiery wombs of dawn’s inferno 
With flames of sunrise fire,  
As thrashing rain
Plants rainbow seeds
In metaphoric soils
To harvest far flung sunbows 
From cerulean fields.

Sun and storm wedded
Hopefulness 
Whispers 
A haunting...

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