Best Lid Poems

An ordinary rectangular wooden mirrored lid, paint-chipped and worn,
sits in my bathroom, the mirrored part having gotten spotted over time.
I often hold it up in front of me, faced away from the bathroom mirror
to check my hair and clothing from behind.
Sometimes I take it in my gym bag to check myself after workouts.
Other times it...

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Radical Rantings
ants and flys in my fresh soup
    strain it out with love...

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I've worn many types of headgear
since I was a little kid.
Mostly Golf and Baseball caps,
no matter what I did,
I guess I always wore a "Lid"!

But of all the "Lids" I ever wore, 
my favorite - I'll exclaim,
was the Helmet I wore in Viet Nam, 
no matter how annoying it became.
It was my favorite just the...

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Trump Flipping His Lid 

My Today Forward Day By Day
emphasized God's grace. Is my
writing poems and posting them
on Poetry Soup an act of grace?
Here goes. You can start laughing
now if you want to.

Trump would gripe about our hype
Regarding him and each stereotype
His collisions with plans and decisions
How he wants to make many revisions.

Question marks grew...

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You are somebody I want to stay. 
I will go crazy if you go away. 
Nobody had a bigger impact than you did. 
If you leave me now, I will flip my lid. 
As the late Bogie said, "Here's looking at you, kid".

inspired by another member's poem
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If you are reading this you are most likely alive.

                     a poem reader…….
  
                    ...

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we will flip our lid
hearing that we have COVID
of want to get rid...

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Keep the Lid On
There is no reason to throw away years of progress for a momentary,
    fit of anger,
        you will not obtain a profit from rioting in the street,

Do not play into the hands who would like to turn the situation,
   ...

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It’s an interesting thing that little children do,

Catching fireflies in a jar not thinking it through.

They cover the jar and tighten the jar lid,

Placing it in the bookcase from mother it’s hid.

Tucked in their beds in a very dark room,

The tiny lights dancing as if to a tune. 

Then slowly one by one the lights...

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Don't close the lid on our love
The good Lord told me, from up above
That if I treat you right,
You’ll forgive me tonight
So baby don't close the lid on our love.

I've done some things that I'm not proud of
But when push comes to shove,
I know I’m losing your love
And we both know, that’s not what I...

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God Never Likes Flipping His Lid

Why could there be cesspool of ridicule
And like people who are always a fool
Which way should they all start slaving
To find way to stop their misbehaving.

Where you start is most important of all
There could be chips and how they fall
That also may be related to which way
They land and how...

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This world so filled with its madness
it seems to press a self-destruct button
such is mankind's depth of sin
so it's goodness sums up to nothing

God declares any righteousness of man
is to His eyes just filthy rags indeed
for the Lord God demands only perfection
leaving mankind lost only to plead

Pleading for freedom from their sin
looking for a saviour...

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Dasher was reluctant, and in a bad mood anyway
So, he let Santa try to push him, out of his way
Santa gave an elongated sigh as he pushed him up snow.
But Dasher weighs five hundred and two and refused to go.

What will I do with you? Santa asked his reindeer, the lead.
He might have to appoint...

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It’s been a hard day but there’s no laws to say
That I can’t settle down with a gin
Late night R & R with an hour of TV
And then I will maybe turn in

The gin… that was easy, just spin that screw cap
Then tip up the bottle and pour
But what freaking demon has screwed G &...

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Have you checked under your pillow?
Perhaps beneath your shuttered window?
Something only you would know,
but would not expect from me.

Moonglow casts shadows of deceptive form
in the hour before dawn inhales its morning breath.
Dewy footprints in the grass lead to the edge of muted light.

Come.

Pay no attention to what disturbs the quiet
behind you – small things.
Watch ahead...

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