Best Bowls Poems

Sir Francis Drake was playing bowls
One day upon The Hoe,
And when the Spanish fleet appeared 
He didn’t want to know.

He calmly finished playing bowls
(We don’t know if he won),
But then he fought and proved his skill,
The Spanish on the run.

*The Hoe is a place...

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With a thin and outstretched arm,
eyes agape with none it stares,
drained of all but a beating heart,
she hopes a farthing unsure to come,

Her hands are empty, her tummy complains,
worries soon washed aside when it rains,
she rushes under the bridge she calls home,
but slaps and shouts...

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When a mallet strikes a crystal bowl 
It causes vibrations to penetrate the mind and enter the spirit 
A magical power that 
wipes away worry and pain 
as mystic vibes touch the soul - enlightening as well as healing 
The Buddha nature is in us...

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I have a set of mixing bowls 

handed down from my Grandmother. 

There are four bowls in the set 

that nest within each other. 

The bowls she gave into my care, 

have a long history to tell. 

I will try to share some of it...

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It never seemed enough when Mom got done
with popping our best snack food; since our goal
was not to miss the shows, how fast we'd run
during the commercials to refill each bowl!


An oldie
For L. Milton Hankins' YOUR BEST FOUR-LINE LIGHT VERSE, NO. 2 Poetry Contest...

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Copyright 2014
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS LAM HSI (ANDRESS)

Dedicated to ALL WORLDS CREATED BY THE 'TRUEST...FIRST...LAST...
AND ONLY SOURCE OF LIFE---WHO CREATED ALL 'SO-CALLED' Gods!'


Take...an-orig-inal...RECIPE-FOR-SUC-CESS...an-what/you-get
IS-A/SLAUGH-TER...OF-LAUGHS!
Take...an-orig-inal...RECIPE-FOR-SUC-CESS...an-what/you-get
IS-A/SLAUGH-TER...OF-LAUGHS!

From-the/EAST...to-the/WEST...IS-A/PURE-MIXING/BOWL!
And...from-the/WEST...to-the/EAST...IS-A/CO-MING-LING
OF-DING-A-LINGS!

From-the/EAST...to-the/WEST...IS-A/PURE-MIXING/BOWL!
And...from-the/WEST...to-the/EAST...IS-A/CO-MING-LING
OF-DING-A-LINGS!

IT'S-A/PURE...JUG-GLING...OF/POI-BOWLS-'n-SWEET-SEA/WEED!
IT'S-A/PURE...JUG-GLING...OF/POI-BOWLS-'n-SWEET-SEA/WEED!

A Tropical Storming...UNDER-HOT/FLASHES-AND/ROYAL-TEAS!
A Tropical Storming...UNDER-HOT/FLASHES-AND/ROYAL-TEAS!

It's...ARTHUR/AND-HIS/WHITE-NIGHTS...and/PRINCE-and-PRINCESSES!
It's...ARTHUR/AND-HIS/WHITE-NIGHTS...and/PRINCE-and-PRINCESSES!

FROM-AN/ISLE-OF/TROPICS...TO-A/EUROPEAN/MIXING-BOWL!
FROM-AN/ISLE-OF/TROPICS...TO-A/EUROPEAN/MIXING-BOWL!

A-European/comedy...OF-FIRST/CLASS-ASSES...
THAT'S...A-EUROPEAN/COMEDY...OF-FIRST/CLASS-ASSES!
A-European/comedy...OF-FIRST/CLASS-ASSES...
THAT'S...A-EUROPEAN/COMEDY...OF-FIRST/CLASS-ASSES!

A-European/comedy...OF-FIRST/CLASS-ASSES...
THAT'S...A-EUROPEAN/COMEDY...OF-FIRST/CLASS-ASSES!


Poet's Own Note:

Title songs to an original screenplay by Thomas Lam Hsi (Andress)!...

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In the midst of the angels arose
Smoke of incense from golden bowls
Scent of perfume so sweet
Drifting around the throne seat

Seat of the Lamb who was slain
Forgiving, loving
For His death
Who is not to be blamed

What is the meaning of the golden bowls
From which the sweet perfume...

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Music is God
and songs worship
Music.
In appreciation of the
composers skills
one might look to
God for inspiration.
False Gods collaborate
throught
the concentration of plagiarism
they look to speak to many
and gather the attention of all
in worship of both
Music and song
they structure
melonic hamonies
in music intro,
lyric chourus and in 
lyric prechorus
with sounds that...

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My passion is love,
anger, sorrow and hate.
I accept my mission.
I will be on this journey till it ends or it ends me.
I will abuse all of my senses to the fullest degree.
I will raise every bar to the bottom of every glass.
I'll keep shaving my...

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Marianne Moore lawn 'BOWLS'


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by Michaelw1two

 One's unknown is comforting
 once life’s breath escapes along
 that road now just hidden path,
 we walked upon draped arm and arm
 first turn around in country,
 me and my mates chose port Vung Tau
 the wind was free unlike the fees
 so...

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Sassy was a hungry girl when she first arrive
eating every scrap of food as if to survive
Genghis and Kublia surprise to watch her eat
guarding their bowls so their food she wouldn't sneak

Genghis bowl is blue the other two cream
the food inside them is exactly the...

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Cats At Their Bowls Lapping


This time there’s a postscript:
“If ever I cook dinner for you,
it will be Coquilles St. Jacques
and Jefferson Davis Pie.”

Imagine Angela,
after all these years, 
rising and gliding
to check on my pie,

wouldn’t that be something?
Angela, come to Chicago,
and bring all of your cats.
I’ll...

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The word lamp just got me
Innocent as it was 
The context banal
But I occupied the space of the memory
Whilst walking the dog, getting rained on
Decided to write it up for a contest
It all feels like a drama building now in retrospect, a bit of a...

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~all that is gleaned seldom shines as rusted is the brass bowl~

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