Best Bopping Poems

I started sucking my thumb until it looked like a plumb
Things didn't feel any better so I poured a glass of rum
Some will imagine I'm...

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The day started badly as I had a bat flattery on my vodge diper

It was roaring with pain when I arrived at the par cark...

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We're Covid free - restrictions lifted
Shop barriers, they have been shifted
But there’s still a queue
For the ladies loo
Weak bladders, us gals have been gifted!

Bars opened...

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This Girl Just Wanna Have Fun

Saturday night’s always my special night,
and I’ll party hearty ‘till broad daylight.
Long hair and shapely hips swinging to the beat,
I’m...

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to dear soupers of winged hearts

     holdings hands with charmed moments

     ...

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Applauding an Acrostic Aria
Bopping to a Ballade Ballet and Blank verse Berceuse
Clapping to a Cinquain Cantata and Couplet Chorale
Dancing to a Dizain Duet
Exalting in Etheree...

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Colors of the spectrum
Light up my world
Bright rays dancing
Shades enhancing
The kaleidoscope of sound
I can feel it all around
A whisper on the wind
The murmur of the...

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I never always truly sometimes
Wish I could be just like you
Better than not just good enough
One of the rare unlucky few

To be calm cool and...

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G-O-I- to the N. These 4 letters fill my head and that point I do begin. To go in and bust a ryhme. Come with...

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 How the weather changes her flights
like a moody woman’s temperament!
A sunny beat trails along the lane
where birdsongs drone of summer’s glow;
my cotton dress bopping...

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DAMN, 
BACK ON THE STREET AGAIN!
THE DIME BAG COPPING EGO DROPPING DAMPENED  DOPE STREET DREAMS AGAIN…………. 
a street in a burg called the blues...

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Bimbo sails a boat and bumps into Betty Boop,
she flaunts her flashy flesh landing on the fresh Isle,
hostile trees harass the two harbingers as they...

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cue words:

motions
to ebony tuned
rhythms
slicing stolen space
with sable 
circuitous undulations
to lexical intoxications
of syllabic tones
hip cupping
silent scribed screams
of euphoric meters—
hearts jazz bopping
hip hopping 
on tranquil winds
of peace...

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with noticeable burgeoning bosom in the offing, ahoy
this baby faced blubbery bosom beastie boy
fast becoming a bra man,
and might hire himself out
as a male wet...

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Sitting with a sister in law of mine
listening to music and having a good time.
its cold but who cares we are rugged up
happy the fact...

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