Best Hup Poems

Time was running out, Christmas Eve was drawing nigh!
The elves had worked day and night since early in July!
To meet Santa's toy-making schedule, there must be no slack,
To ensure there were plenty of goodies for Santa's toy sack!

Elfie was a mischievous but a hard-working little...

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_ a symphonic, folk rock, blues song
1.
I'm an old man looking
For the lost, best parts of me.
I'm an old man looking
For the lost, best parts of me.
I'm looking in the places
Where the people say love is free.

I went to the fest.
It was ninety eight.
I was...

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" hup one, hup two, third delta hike"
            It is the time of year, when all the fans Cheer, it’s autumn time
   the sun and the wind is in line fans shout...

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Nightmare, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s Cauchemar

(Translation of Paul Verlaine’s quintilla : « Cauchemar ». As usual, I have tried to stick to the original’s stanzaic format and rhyme scheme. T. Wignesan)

In my unfurling dream I saw it happen
- The way the hurricane lashes the strand...

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Since July the elves and reindeer, even Mrs. Claus have been on Santa's back!
(Al Gore's prediction of meltin' snow nearly caused him to have a panic attack!)
It seems that try as he might, Santa encountered problems at every turn.
He's becomin' somewhat burned out and reachin'...

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HAPPY, HAPPY B’DAYS TO A THREESOME
          PRETTY LIL’ GIRLS

HIP….. HUP!

Happy, happy Birthdays to you, Girlies
Come August 7, 10 and 20ty
To: ELIZABETH, HEART & CYNA
          NATHALIE.

HIP….. HUP!

Your respective...

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Once thy future spouse (Abby Zison) found herself in the family way
  (with what would turn out to be the first of our two daughters – i do say
  determined and sealed the decision per our rolling in the figurative hay
  to...

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Marching two by two,
Hup Hup, left, right, left,
M-16 fires, death fills the air.
Charge my men,
Fill the field with fear,
Leave the enemy dead in our path.

Up, up out of the trench,
Lines of screaming soldier,
Scattered formation,
Blast of fire, artillery barrage;
Limbs flying in complete disarray,
One, two, three men...

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Time was running out, Christmas Eve was drawing nigh.
The elves had worked day and night since early in July!
To meet Santa's toy-making schedule there must be no slack,
To ensure there were lots of goodies for Santa's toy sack!

Elfie was a mischievous but a hard-working little...

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Though (supposedly) only
     the good die young, urn holding
     cremated ashes a mere cup
full, every last man standing falls,
     cuz nobody else
     escapes un pup
yule lore blitzkrieg, 
 ...

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Time was running out, Christmas Eve was drawing nigh.
The elves had worked day and night since early in July!
To meet Santa's toy-making schedule there must be no slack,
To ensure there were lots of goodies for Santa's toy sack!

Elfie was a mischievous but hard-working little spritel
He...

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Eye, bye, sigh, die, guy, fly, rye, why.
Rhyming words.
I love them.
Tambourine, unseen, too lean, ugly mean,
Rhyming words.
Can’t get enough of them.
Bang, clang, dang, fang, gang.
Boo, hoo, Lucy Lu, True, Woo, moo, Goo…
Delightful.
Insightful.
Flashlight-ful.
Okay, maybe some of the words are made up,
But who can resist words like...

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I can hardly wait reading welter of books...
courtesy Karen Windle a gift horse
ponied up late afternoon May18th, 2020
over roan nay bore lee volition. 

Unbeknownst how she raised (cane),
and loudly wrapped outside the door
every ounce of her eighty plus pounds
slip of elderly lady petite bow legged
spry...

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Off kilter

Yup
I sobered up
despite expressing regular
(unleaded and unlettered) 
urge to shtup
expunged courtesy 
system of a down
with shuga (mush)
and everything nice.

	The following crafted some time ago,
when empty nest syndrome 
pulled me psyche taut 
analogous to an outstretched bow
yet the shadow of mine eldest 
of two adult...

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War, War
We need more War.
Come patriots,
Come comrades,
Let’s all go to Waaaar!

Raise your banners,
Gather your muskets,
Sharpen your swords,
Let's all go to Waaaar!

Won’t it be fun,
To kill a man
We do not know.
To take his life 
And rape his wife.
Let's all go to Waaaar!

We need no cause
That is...

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