Best Hasp Poems

A-s-p are three high-functioning letters
And while I imagine that some might do better
  Here are some ways to bring them together

At the start of a word we have aspirin and asparagus
Not to mention aspartame, aspects, and aspersions
Then there's aspire, aspirations, and asperity
  And...

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The story is told of a Maori King bold
Who dared cheat the Prince of Siam.
I’ll leave it to you to decide if its true.
But if you're not convinced, at least I am!

This king was annoyed so he filled his bored void
By selling the fauna of...

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What is it you crave? Song? It has not been long enough for my breath to play 
stealth in dedication of love gone. I know you know this love life was designed for 
persistence to glow and life to grow, allow the prosperity without surrender...

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The attic trunk, dirty, and oh so old
Had survived the many years untold
Sitting there midst the quiet dust
The hasp and hinges brown with rust

In the young girls’ mind she was compelled
To see what it was the old trunk held
Her desire to glimpse into the past
Was...

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I don’t get that much time alone these days but I’m not complaining.
She’s at the gym she says but who can say for sure; you know how they are;
But this isn’t about her it’s about me and I miss my little ditties.
   ...

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A transformation;
molecular sensation; 
I am one, with all.
A snowy atom, haze 
in transcendental gaze, 
is freedom for a soul’s ways.

Betwixt the jubilation 
and spiritual elation; 
mind collects its new momentum…
off it goes to seek new dreams;
off it goes to mine new schemes.

Within the holy harvest,...

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Clasping
the hasp,
key enters lock;
inhibitions tumble; deepest desires
released...

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Winter brims
over bouldered ground
above Rostrevor.
Louring skies meld
blue lough to green forest.
Needling wind keens
through raftered bones,
once homes,
hewn from ancient granite.

Mourne claims her own,
over and over,
defeating generations.
Hasp and staple,
galvanised against the sleekit mist,
defend rude-lintelled doors.

Who comes?
Only ghosts of emigrants,
wraiths of mountainy men
whose quick selves
coaxed poor life
from pale,...

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What mountain’s top holds truth’s last stand,
 its vista viewed as life’s specific grandeur;
 promised above earth’s horizon,
 soon home to you, this present era’s raconteur;
 prized perch upon and soon so manned,
 spirits to its solemn summit foregather;
 path to an enlightened wizen,
 your...

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As youth flows out with middle age,
I find it hard to turn the page.
Life deals the cards and calls our name.
We ante up, or leave the game.

Working, saving, spending, craving

If success is measured by the things we own
By glorious deeds so widely known,
Then I must...

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Dave 

Everyone needs a Dave.
He checks how you are..
He's the one who sees beauty
Through your feathers and tar 

As a friend he is priceless.
As much gold as Fort Knox..
He can see your potential 
Lifts that hasp off your box 

His message is freedom.
His message is...

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Hand Stand
Thumb Works With Digits to Grasp,
Beholding the Design Makes Me Gasp,
Quite Beholding a Tool Like a Jeweler Hasp.

Each Body Member Complex Beyond,
What We Take for Granted, Look Again, A Second,
All Our Meant Equipment Causes One to Reckon.

How to Best Test Them? What Destiny is...

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Release the hasp
Pull back the mask
The key has turned
Your face to learn

Unlatch the lid
Reach down amid
What’s hidden deep
—your secret sleeps

Confront the lie
The souls new stye
Wash clean the pain
With loves refrain

Commit your faith
In God remake
The time is now
—all time is now

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)...

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it's just the fascination, runnin' - 
			a way with me...

the start the turn the on the warm
the rev the run the front the storm

the moves the smooth the kinetic the peel
the center the taste the esthetic the real

the fruit the butter the bread the cheese
the...

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I stand at the gate looking outward,
o'er its spires of gilded gloss
of silent hinge that never wither
to the ravages of time.

Long have I found haven 
on this side of the gate, 
even as unkind gods 
decide brutal fates beyond its hasp.

Long have I forgotten
of beyond...

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