Best Cupping Poems

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We Are One


Dear Ancient Sister
I hear your distant calls finding me on a gentle breeze
You have lived in my dreams for many seasons

My voice 
Your...

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When I close my eyes I hear the sound of your voice floating in the 
air like dandelion fur, catching the breeze and dancing upward.

I...

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On the south-western side of the old mission school,
on the corner of 1st,  where the blackberries grew
a field claimed by children, was crosshatched with...

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When pebbles knead the holes in my shoes
These torn eyes writhe from  my orphan blues,
A lost soul quivering in the cold...
I feel alone, a...

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Elevating Heart



Sweat of Life
Piercing pain of Sorrow
Pendulum of gratitude in motion

How fortunate to experience  
To Feel
To delight in the depths of emotion
I burst knowing...

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By
The back
Door I find
Her chipped red bowl
Sunk into cold mud
Cupping my hands, I hold
Gently, my last piece of her
I think she knew, that gray morning
Putting...

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Summer returns, reigning in glory
tempting my beanstalk to climb
and tiny fairies to faithfully fly,
laughing out loud all the while.
With lush trees twirling in full skirts,
and...

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My verse has been chosen as Poem of the Month at Sherborne Abbey!

The curious offerings of sacristans
Are given in obscure humility
The symbol of the cupping...

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Tides pull you into waters clear,
cupping both hands, she tastes
your pain. 

Her lustrous foam draws briny tears;
waves sigh in seas retraced,
then wane.


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 3/10/15
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Write me something,
From the depths of the dark,
Like you've pushed me hard against the wall,
And your fingers are splayed out over my skin,
Carassing the color...

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A mystic rose smile that belonged to my mother this is what I recall   

My easel and I resting in the spirit, ...

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Ive forgotten what it feels like 
to be wanted, needed
He certainly does not speak of 
his need in words
He does not show it in his...

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The Loner goes on
Imagining friends
He heads for a coffee
With hopes to an end
 
He looks at the counter
Then raises his head
And wonders why
All his looks...

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Erotica what is it?
I’m not sure what it means
Is it something for sensual pleasure?
Or is it something in my dreams?
Is it perspiration glistening on a...

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