Best Cupola Poems

Shrub leaves lie curled in the dormant yard;
Trees shiver in their nakedness
As a crisp autumn wind exhales
Into the barren night sky.

On the corner of Walnut...

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On the wind-swept Nebraska prairie sits a building in wretched shambles,
Surrounded by a sagging fence and overgrown with prickly brambles.
It was once a bustling one-room...

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Night bring terrible memories,
shadows of yesteryears,
it takes my breath away
in fears, anguish and hell.
An ugly wolf runs after me
as I slither in the mud
heart beats...

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From north, south, east and west 
This is the town to beat the rest,
Where history and present blend
As through its many streets you wend. 

Where...

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Where have all the cabooses gone,
Red slab sided, cupola, curved roof, 
Friendly stove pipe hat, every kids wish,
Moveable tree house clickety-clacking
Cozily rolling across America
Snappy visored...

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without wearing a helm mitt on my head, yet did suffer inxs
of welts the size of cranberries amidst talking heads, whose traffic
mishap of cars unable...

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SAVIOUR CHURCH,  GRIBOYEDOVA  CANAL,  ST.  PETERSBURG

In defiance of its Soviet museum-death
Reflected in water moved by God’s breath
The five-domed Saviour church gives
Hope,...

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Where have all the cabooses gone,
Red slab sided, cupola, curved roof, 
Friendly stove pipe hat, every kids wish,
Moveable tree house clickety-clacking
Cozily rolling across America
Snappy visored...

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I planted this garden to enjoy.
Photosynthesis comes from the sun.
The white orchids set to the east.
The daffodils are astray.
The roses are a spread on a...

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Crooner one on one aloft the cupola          				        ...

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A cupola shin, prickly dick creed, hoary 
 testes tossed, master baiting ova all eel trades
crossed the fecund Rubicon and ejaculated 
   olly...

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A great snowy owl
Sat on a cupola
Looking wise
But undoubtedly thinking of mice
Who might be down under the barn
To come out to be devoured

He had flown...

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Mop Woman


Near dwarf this woman. 
Foreign born. Minsk,
perhaps. Nose 

a fist. Hair
a whisk broom
only black. Her back

an Orthodox cupola, 
her arms braids of gym rope
lowered...

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At the Preakness, horses race;
The crowd is quite excited.
After winners are declared,
Observers are invited

To witness a tradition
Which, since nineteen hundred nine
Has been special to all...

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Part 18

it helps to see the spectrum of behaviors
as a spectrum first of all
not disorganized not random
not to the degree the clergy would have it
which...

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