Best Broths Poems

Poets here have got a lot
Of soups that they can sup:
Elegy and etheree, epulaeryu served hot;
Tanka, haiku, dodoitsu -Asian broths served in a cup.
Rhyme here is a regular favor.
Free verse also we can savor.

Sonnet is a classic some serve up with ease
On our menu, many...

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Inelegant, the silence wakes and yawns,
pretending not to notice or to care;
while symphonies of chaos greet the dawn
and ashes of our Banner fill the air.
The few, with vacant visage cry the creeds
~march on with signs remastered from the old
in broths of propaganda where it breeds,
the...

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A festered quelling of song

Tasting broths of ritualistic intent
Evermore

Nevermore
Can epiphany’s silent facade
Hold me down
Ever
Again

A war of hellos
Goodbyes
I miss you

“Please, come
Home”

The laughable oddity,
I’ve always been here.

They say home is where the heart is. 

Yet, it soars thru Heaven’s misunderstandings. 

With many peculiar eyes
Tearing in humbled curiosities
And...

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Sweet pleasures kindle a family of hearts
whispering amen for ripples of affection
on homely broths, glazed with smiles
to wrap dawn and night-time into a vessel
of holy gifts, spilling naturally for all roofs 
across continents: blessings of life's harvest
shared fully, far richer than ancestral sprouts
birthing rapture of...

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Here on poetrysoup, the newest poem,
 pops up on-screen
like the latest off-shoot, or newborn babe
or like a newest floral bud,
in the orchards of poetry.
Or like a fresh wave of words
crashing and cresting upon the turf
For all and sundry to view, enjoy and surf!
Or ha ha,...

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Spirit of the night
  Spirit of the night soil man
  Spirit of the night soil man is awake
  Spirit of the night soil man is abroad,
  Here, the emerging mystery, more a sinister from a
 dungeon,
  When twilight sat on...

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Orange October

The words orange and October 
surely a unity made in heaven
Giant pumpkin faces that  light 
the way up darkly garden paths.

Orange ghoulish faces, grin like
cut throat pirates, looking for 
new victims. Candles flicker in 
their eyes like woken evil spirits 

Halloween approaches ,...

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I have this recurring fantasy. I travel to northern Ontario and hire a bush pilot who flies me to the Great Slave Lake. It is a one way trip. 

I carry my trusty Ronco Survival Knife that I bought for $19.95 in a weak moment...

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It may seem strange to write about a battered old saucepan
but this was no ordinary one 
it sprung a leak the other day
sadly without thinking
I threw it away
and now it's gone.

It had been in my family
before I was born
and it was used every day
it broke...

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Heavy shootings and more,
Primitive lead Automatics and their ancient songs, Contemporary Lasers and 
these sights of your futuristic DNA-CONTACT-ELIMATOR and more,
Please lets speak to Rome....The very place the revolution will erupt,
Where in this filthy universe will earth's volcanoes gather to Feast and Campaign,
Solitary Military base...

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Seventy two millimetres of giant oink isn't a mild fashion statement. It is a hook and curve with two crevasses. A creche in a canyon jump is a dramatic effort of tree construction. A limpet lump can bring much luck to a tulip who smiles...

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My manuscripts are hers.
I find no solace in puddles, 
 no security in single, silver spoons.
She is there, always.
 
 My breath is not safe.
Her ghosts floats out in puffs,
that so go to the very ozone.
Like a dirty cigarette from my nose,
(I am like a...

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I know you love Korean food and dine on the 
other sweet side of the world
I wonder if you toppled clean over
when the runaway circus herd swooshed past your shoulder.
They stepped on the tables like tapestry's ripping
clean off of the castles they'd centuries lived in
They...

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You ever live a life full of mysteries and
Just wonder.....
Who are you destined to be and what kind 
Of things you were destined to do....
Coming across with people who open the doors
To success... so every new accomplishment
I hold up a fist symbolizing my individuality as...

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For hands that do dishes can feel as soft as your face with lime green hairy lipped squid
Surely if you set fire to the bush
you would have 2 cooked birds then
A stitch in time saves what
and why would we need nine of them
if at first...

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