Best Hops Poems

 DEDICATED TO EVERY PERSON WHO QUESTIONED THEIR SELF WORTH BECAUSE SOMEONE THEY LOVED LEFT THEM



Love grabbed me by the throat with both hands
Choked away...

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A tiny yellow bird, tiny beak,
Sits on a tiny branch
Of a big green tree,
Taps its feet, chirps, hops,
joyful, playful, circles around,
Lands on the deck post,
Agitated,...

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Fluttering beneath the newly cut
Festive green hollies,
Decked out with heaped drapes
Of freshly fallen snow,
A bold little red breasted Robin,
Busily searching,
Cheerfully hops to and fro.

Darting between...

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A gentle hush fell over the pond
The crickets ceased their evening song
Many jewel-toned feathers circled and flew
And perched as tonight's "Idol" audience grew

Poor little bird...

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Dawn's rays burst through gray clouds
Though evening's bitterness lingers
She struggles to shake free of tear-stained, satin shrouds

Each morning, so much effort just to rise
But lips...

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HEROES

Near somber guards, units of children heap 
dead leaves, naive to any else fallen.
Friend, you chuckle, but your posture speaks
of duty on this day of...

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Cloaked in beige, the park awaits new dusk-time
and there again owlets will start to chime,
through gentle rain,  silence lays all around
while leaves russet glide...

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I wish to find my Carflufflemoose
He's smaller than a duck
With a long neck like a goose
Please tell me yes 
Oh tell me please
Have you seen...

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The era of catatonic self-destruction has risen yet again from boulder-blocked caves,
Whose cavernous stalactite incisors drip with the blood of thorny crowns,
Worn in punitive irony...

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*SILVER TAILED FOX*

silver tailed fox
running from silent trigger
trampled and fell---


~~~ 


the grasshopper
hops along the fern, 
with long legs---


by;p.d....

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The Zip Line


Zip line
  is fine

And fun
   when done

Hold tight
   with might

Intense
   suspense

Keep eyes
   toward skies

Look...

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please Lord, wait for me
i know i am not ready
for Your face i would like to see
i am in no way steady
for i need only...

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Poetry comes from the heart, the dreams, the spirit, and wishes, Too oft' I hear of pain and woe and what life often dishes. So...

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I hesitate to get my cool clean drink this morning.
Something is different. The cold air is the same.
The water is still, I do not sense...

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Gonna wake up 
At the brink of dawn 
Take a shower 
Throw my blue jeans on
 
The little red rooster
Is my alarm 
Cock-a-doodle doodling
On my...

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My book of poetry
As sweet as the last smile of sunset
When the sky turns from orange to russet
With moon’s sensational entry

The soft pages of poems
Are...

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I had barely escaped the cat’s enormous paws
When I found myself in fairyville Santa Claus
What is this place I ventured to ask?
The answer was a...

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The peacock pulls out all the stops
When attracting a future mate.
He spreads his tail feathers, he struts, and he hops
And eventually asks for a date.
If...

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MID MORNING RABBIT GIVINGS- -

Mid morning giving
a scared, grassy rabbit hops
betrayed by the rock

for he sees sharp edge
that he must hop, hop, hop, hop
over or...

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Fear

It is a very small demon. 
It is a tiny monster, 
that never stops chewing on;
anything it can get. 

It is the one that hides,...

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When I was just a teenage lad, and growing up out west
I never wore a cowboy hat or fancy leather vests,
never put on cowboy boots...

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The ugly vulture flasps and hops,
Flies and scraps and walks and stops,
Pecks to a tree and looks around,
For rotten rubbish on the ground.

He likes dead...

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Behind the scenes
Always wanting to win
Scoring
Kangaroo hops
Exciting buzzer beater
Tough sport
Basic dribbling
Always exciting
Last chance to win
Losing streaks....

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(a rhyming fable in haiku syllable count)

In a little pond
a big frog and a small frog
both sit on a log.

That log is then seen
by a...

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From bebop, swing to hip-hops thing
True poets had it best
For there is a rhythm in the soul, 
Which they all just had to express

Some could...

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