Best Lopped Poems

Tea Leaves On The Bosphorus

Seated at a table by the stirring water,
My eyes absorb the shore of Asia.
Minerets and aged worn stone
Stand haphazardly along the...

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The sun was setting, as it usually does
The town a ghost town, the main street all but silenced
The wind blowing leaves and dreams to and...

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In shot snap seconds, everything changed.
The horror was sudden -
a shatter-shower of bullets
bouncing off rock.
The picnic I'd laid so carefully
blew apart - black olives
tossed into...

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He whittled away
A very large branch
That in 6,000 days
Was part of his ranch

Yet not just the branch
Or a tree or two
He whittled a forest
Full, through...

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Conquering Normans in siege they lay
waste to all England
to pillage and slay.

William the Conqueror rode overland
with nobles and ladies
of high ranking band.

Surveying all territories with...

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I’ve seen them: humungous stumps of once gigantic trees
 that made a forest sacred-
knowing it was men that lopped off such magnificence

Stealers of beauty and...

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FOR MARY MAGDALENE

Between necessity and freedom I was crucified
Perceiving Himself endlessly on the cross
Yet aware, as an onlooker, petrified
My vision that never was, would be...

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The Yellow Head of the Hummingbird


Yellow hummingbird head,
Lopped off by feline fangs,
And left as a gift
On the welcome mat.
Short sharp black beak
Arches downward hopelessly
Like the...

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1. MORNING HAS BROKEN 
The men, in lines, tramp two by two,
forgetting all the women who
indulged them through a night of tricks
(their lips designed with...

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Oh to the whoa, Honey, today I saw a trio of funny!
Mercy be, I saw three furry cats that all wore hats;
one was skinny and...

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The thunderous thunder

Came thundering in a turmoiled town

Timing my timeless time,

June, you played a fowl gain

You can’t spare us even for once

That we may eat...

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The draper shop in Drumshanbo town was busy on the day
The girls were moving bales of cloth and packing shelves away
Are you allowed to dance...

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Let's cut our hair

locks lopped off in hopes of
style and convenience

only because everything in the media
had announced it so
to look one of two ways

stupid or...

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One's life can be so full
with various kinds of extreme
makes one so lopped sided
not seeking as one does seem

When you want to hold yourself
in a...

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She was a high born whore,
who lived luxuriously
Didn't have one ounce of compassion for the poor

She licked the seethed bones
with a viper's tongue
Guillotine parlor games...

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