Best Cups Poems
They like to be held
when the weather gets cold,
they could be worn down to nothing
don't mind growing too old.
They enjoy having a cold drink
even a warm one would do,
enjoy being kissed softly
when they're feeling blue.
They won't cry a single tear
so long as you're there with them,
all they really want
is to be your friend.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Mar.29/2016
I know this sounds corny, but I'm trying to find something to write about.
Categories:
cups, art,
Form:
Personification
Sin is a revelation. It is God who shows us OUR sin. He also points to the BLOOD OF JESUS as the antidote. Sin is only seen to be SIN - against God - when He reveals it. Otherwise WE just talk of it as a wrong against a sibling. Or sin as an antisocial act, or an inconvenience, or a disability, or some such thing. I feed that is often the extent of the message if a ' social gosoel' - to be rid of sin as a hindrance to human relationships and progress. When God shows us sin we see how far we are from His values, His canon, His standards.
This is not a life of morbid self-examination. We do NOT walk WITH sin but we walk with JESUS. A scwe walk with Jesus in childlike faith and fellowship with Him, we can reverse the Cup that stopped running over for us. He who is LIGHT, with whom we are walking, will clearly show us what hi dering sin affects the flow into our Cups of Life.
God does not speak in terms of general condemnation, toward despair ... He speaks in simple, specific terms of actual sin/s in the PRESENT MOMENT (not past, future, etc). He speaks of that sin/s that is hi dering the inner witness of His Spirit in us.
I am using words of Norman Grubb, CONTINUOUS REVIVAL (CLC Publications, 1997. Pages 31 - 32). The poem I wrote about Kind David and Psalm 51 ( his repenting for adultery with Bathsheba) is the good news. God is ready to take us back in his arms, from the begging to any end, once we change our inclination to sin. David did, Peter did; Satan and Judas did not. ThanX Readers, shalom Shalom in Jesus the CHRIST. Amen
Categories:
cups, allusion, anxiety, bible, encouraging,
Form:
Prose Poetry
at peace but alone
a feeling wholeness lingers
pondering the space
where once there was tea for two
now there is but one cold cup
Categories:
cups, life, sad,
Form:
Tanka
In the dark I stood hand in hand with you
At the laughing polychromatic field
Of illusory time with wings of blue
Expectant to have your crimson wounds healed
It was I who spoilt the mathematics
Enthralled by a pair of jingling pink feet
Rendering my sensors problematic
Choosing the hilly apples amply sweet
At its core were ravens that I didn't know
Take my ice in your fire and let me melt
So said I and waited for a blue blow
But met just stones that in the cottage dwelt
It was right that you couldn't forgive my flaws
Meanwhile time flew on the wings of white cranes
Both of us kept loyal to the love's laws
Had time sat intact at that romance lane
Nor do I need to erase the pink pain
Some aches seek preservation in white chest
I cherish living in the time again
Listening to the rain-drop sounds in breast
If I could just turn back the hands of time
I'd have burnt myself in your restless flame
I'm sure we could have gotten back the rhyme
Many knots I couldn't resolve in the game
How long will last this pain gnawing at heart
Some say you will return at a new dawn
Though I see no trace of grace in desert
Cups of balmy time for ever are gone
___________________________________________________
October 11, 2019
If only we could turn back the hands of time
Poetry Contest : Sponsored by: Silent One
Categories:
cups, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Scripted television nanny
All the Lions roared their approval
dancing puppets
Stars shown twinkling delight
mask global death
My favorite football team
diverts my attention
Smiling ringmasters bow to each other
chosen talent cheered like god
(even call themselves jesus)
While blinded by the sun (tv)
the world devil cult
plays us like a game of cups
Cows, smiling, entertained to satisfaction
shuffling towards
hamburger
rapture
Towards
Hamburger
Rapture
08/28/13
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Categories:
cups, evil
Form:
Free verse
2 cups
1 one for Ale
1 for butts
1 for Love
The 3 of us
Two cups
innan hotel
graydye the god poet
Categories:
cups, baptism,
Form:
Ballad
I do not, amongst the dregs of my cups,
Consider you worthy to be the theme
For my untutored scribblings.
There, Madame, there: I put you
In your place, amongst the detritus
Of my life, the forgotten effigies of life,
As she should be lived.
Yet, you do not acquiesce to my intentions,
And re-emerge into my consciousness
To disturb and argue for attention and
Writings.
I am weak, and accede to your importuning
With versification to placate your demands,
To show my love.
Categories:
cups, love,
Form:
Sonnet
I write much hic cup ado
About nothing, which involuntary explosive release
comes clear out of the hic cup blue
nary a sponge bob square pants handy dandy bellows clue
where in tarnation this uncontrollable bout
jarring the body electric hic cup do
why such physiological spasmodic trembling whacky
baa closure of glottis hic cup ewe
moost likely find annoying as this hic cup ping buck feels few
breaths short of taking drastic action…
like hic cup swallowing glue
as an extreme solution per tha series
of being held hostage hoo
dee knee probably lacked escapist artist skills
even if he trundled to an igloo
to emergency room of a hospital or veterinarian
such hic cup caterwauling catering to gentile cat or Jew
lean, thus, time and again when said hic cup affliction
holds me hic cup ransom knew
does drive me towards acts of desperation
such as sticking ma head in the loo
which bizarre reaction on par with holding
out an appetite until famished for moo
Goo guy pan in mixed with a delicious bowl of new
dulls steeped in broth or an island delicacy renown on Oahu
even this atheist would ask for salivation praying a pew
whereby sound of silence echoed by hic cup right on queue
when nary a burble until reach that amen hic cup rue
stubbornly persists, no matter trying to suppression sue
per upsurge of diaphragm, a diabolical force forcing air thru
nasal passage and/or mouth oft times faintly resembling a u
ca lay lee with a snort accompanied no doubt by a voodoo
Practitioner…until…at last whew
hic cups stop as mysteriously as they started
bringing relief to this caged primate in a zoo.
Categories:
cups, angst, body, endurance, health,
Form:
Rhyme
Yellow butterfly
Uses buttercup flight pad.
Mingles cups and wings
Categories:
cups, nature
Form:
Haiku
Four cups of wine
Fruit of the vine
Sounds like a mighty fine time
Truth be told, it's drunk late at night
with kids up and cranky
It's not my idea of a delight
Many heads will be spinning
for hours on end
And then the very next night ~
It's the same thing again
Categories:
cups, drink, repetition,
Form:
Rhyme
~ A Passover Tale ~
Four cups of wine
They say I must drink
I’m getting too old for this
Don't you think...
But I psyched myself up
and drank the first cup
The room didn’t spin
I thought I might win…
Then came a second cup
and later a third
I glanced at my son
He looked like a bird…
Came time for cup the fourth
but I took the fifth
So as not to incriminate myself ~
converted to Buddhism forthwith...
Now if ever there was a faerie
tale, this one is it
I had better stop here
‘fore' that wine drowns my wit
Categories:
cups, drink, holiday, humor,
Form:
Narrative
Cups and saucers are couples,
Around,
Always together,
Hugging each other,
In a painful pleasure touch,
If one dies other lives a short,hidden,
Some active,
Some inactive,
Some sometimes alone,
The couple a model to make!
Categories:
cups, community, friendship, relationship,
Form:
Light Verse
broken cup
constant comments
the tea tastes the same
Categories:
cups, drink,
Form:
Haiku
Ego cups have now been filled
To the point of overflowing
Confidence and power now heightened
Fuel to keep ego’s growing!
Categories:
cups, bullying, character, confidence, identity,
Form:
Rhyme
In cup
Is what you drink
From cup
In seed
What you harvest
From seed
In silent
Of your thoughts
Your words
Are Born indeed
And words yours
Bear your deed
And fate
Is what in your heart
Your Mug indeed
Born in deep
As nation who lead
Drops
Of what in her cups
of deep
Watch in cups
What contained
In cups
Contained us
With cap
Categories:
cups, faith, life,
Form: