Best Bowl Over Poems

The sky is a gigantic bowl of pink turned upside down,
spilling soft rose petals that peeked out
from beneath snow white billowed clouds
till - fully blossomed - they burst forth.

Growing radiant at the edge of twilight,
they’ve scattered as rubescent streaks falling,
lush and luminescent, as we watch...

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Twas the night before Christmas, when all thru the Soup bowl,
Not a poet was writing, not even the musing mole.
All their pens were hung by the chimney with bubble gum,
Hoping Winged Warrior would lose and let them win some.

The poetesses were nestled snuggled in their...

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Toilet Bowl Committee (aka: Uptown Hood)

A lavatory confinement
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If you want to moderate this place, pick up the pace
From the mouth down to the @$$
Your so called kind has no class,
Fed by these political rejects, never elected for what was!
No matter,
They wipe their assets clean with...

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Crystal Bowl

A gold fish swimming round and round.
	His world of glass is all surround.
Round and round, day and night
        every round, reunite.
Day after day, night after night,
	Everywhere he looked, always the same sight.	
Outside of his bowl, there was...

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They're playing in the bowl tomorrow
and we are so very proud.
We Seahawk fans are loyal
and also very loud.
We'll be settled by our TV sets
before the game begins.
We'll stay for the fifth quarter
no matter which side wins.
I'm thinking of my men folks
who had cheered them through...

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The plains soil had turned dry
No rains made the crops die 

Red dust was everywhere 
That just made the land bare 

The harm they did not see 
Dry farm way was the key 

How to farm they knew not 
Winds blew away the lot.


Written 1st...

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Oh, toilet bowl
Did you hear me in the hall
Talking to that bastard wall
Asking who moved the door

Oh, toilet bowl
Don’t ever have gin and tonic
Cause inebriation is quite ironic
When lost in your own home
 
Oh, toilet bowl
So accessible and cool
Forgive my 90 proof drool
Irony is about...

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My dearest love who makes me whole
Fills drafty places in my soul
Where grief and sorrow left a hole
Your loving ladle fills my bowl

Each loving touch removes a trace
of painful scars that mark a place
where hateful love seared every space
Sad, broken life and battered face

Your love...

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Passed down through generations I hold a gift of soup poetry,
it doesn’t matter if it’s hot or cold, as long as it comes in rhyme,
free verse is also tasty when I add a good analogy,
and sometimes I add a little bit of limerick and thyme....

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I missed the meals mama used to cook 
Her recipes were not in the cookery book 
Mama was just more of a kitchen queen 
She's the best cook we have ever seen 

Mama's Fufu with Chicken soup was my best 
The manner she cooked it...

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In our soul is the light of our life, our inner being,
Our connection with Christ is through our soul,
It’s born within a baby, it's there til after life's end
It is an intangible part of us that is to be nurtured.
It drives us to divine heights...

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Bulbous in its’ form,
Destined to hold cut flowers:
Molded from the earth....

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A Bounty From Universe And Its Golden Bowl

Poets dream but reality wakes deep sorrows
world plots and schemes, as future holds our tomorrows
walking oft blinded to treachery and deceit,
setup and shocked, at world's wicked evil we meet,
many a pawn, in a world savage and quite mad
writing...

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My eyes look upward to the dark sky
So many clouds yet the ground is dry

All around me nothing but the dust
We need rain badly it is a must

Wind is blowing clouds look alive
Thunder and lightning will soon arrive

A gap in the clouds a shaft of...

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Patriots and Seahawks, today head to head
Will wear the helmets; tooth and nail fight the day
University of Phoenix stadium, the beautiful Grand Canyon state
Sweat and blood will spill on cactus bed.

Hard training, pain, dedication and rivalry
Let it end today in guts, honor and glory.

“The Star-...

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