Best Mops Poems

It's 4:30am and I can't sleep,
the sheep leap and lay in a heap,
told me they're tired and got shut eye,
even my own mind has shunned...

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There was a naughty girl, and the naughty girl was she

She worked a crossword puzzle, while she had her cup of tea 

  ...

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Friday night's here at last ...lets have a blast.
Teenagers dash to discos ...ready to dance
to throbbing beats  and combo drums
rythm and blues....kicked off shoes
as...

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              Your Indigo Ink, Yes, You




      “Great...

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Gaze from my balcony I stand in serene reverie. A visualisation of reflective 
streams, a teardrop to stir bubbles
in circles. A panoramic view of my...

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He wipes the tables clean
Picks up the dirty wears
Take out the garbage
Stock the fridge with beers

Cleans the bath room
And mops the floors
Sweep outside on the...

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I can’t smile without you
I miss the days long ago
We held hands
A soft kiss on the cheek was udder bliss
Nothing in life seemed amiss

Now you...

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He mows the lawn,
	doesn't every man?
He mops the kitchen,
	a gift of great value.
He shells pecans,
	saves the pith for me.

He roasts peanuts;
	we love peanuts!
He plants blackberries,
	brings...

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A year ahead my skull was taken by a diatribe- storm
Her face formed a bead in an invisible dorm
That was right I did feel with...

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Death greets those who dive too 
deep in dark pelagic hell; tossed 
from jagged rock to vicious coral,
she stays the corpse’s dance,  each
impact destroys...

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It was I.
IT! WAS! I!
2000th year was rolling by.
Who concocted this chrism mix?
Who altered my course to dip?
Then,
Into Murky Lake Michigan.
Who orchestrated my first baptism?
There.
Then...

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"Paint" -Part the First-

Paint paint paint away...
Paint away this day...
Paint to paint our taint is paint...
Paint away this day...

Keep that paint away from me!
Says that...

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Forbears,Edie,Kate and Ann furnished apiece with brush and pan.Each 
Victorian 'Miss' tied in service's  abyss.Far off days,now long gone,their toil each 
day was lengthy...

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Maybe
Baby

Young cad
Is dad

Leaves her
For Fleur!

Teen mum
So glum

Up duff
Feels rough

Loo quick...
She’s  sick

Huge tum
Soon mum

Wide girth
For birth

Can’t sleep
Counts sheep

Morning...
Yawning

Foods spurn...
Heartburn 

Feels pain
Again

Again
More pain

Babe due
Needs loo

In rush
Must...

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Second Home by Rob Barratt

An escape from the rat race. 
Life lived at a slower pace
An idyllic setting they won’t be letting
The cottage slumbers ,...

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