Best Mrs Poems

At Christmas he’s a busy chap -
and rarely has time for a nap
  But to his surprise
  He got a huge rise
When Mrs Claus sat on his lap!

Holiday Themed Limerick Poetry Contest

checked with how many syllables

8,8,5,5,8

(Mrs classed as 1 syllable on soup counter,...

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'Twas the night before Christmas and it started to snow
Santa Claus was getting ready to go, ho ho ho
To keep himself warm he drank Scotch whiskey from a keg
Then walked to get Rudolph, slipped on ice and broke a leg. 
 
The elves rushed over...

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Tonight I speak to you,
with a sober mind that
keeps my memories vivid,
and a melancholy mood
that reflects the deepest
darkest depths of my
dangerous depression,
Sealed with heartache

 Stamped with the hurtful
indiscretions of a man made
ignorant by the reality of a 
loss that eradicated his soul,
Be it prudent to...

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Mrs Briggs' cat.

There's plenty to do in our neighborhood,
with games and places to explore.
But you really should run, 
'cause the trouble's begun,
when you hear that "meow" at your door.

A cute little tabby cat sits on the step,
all fluffy and gentle as can be.
Just try not...

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He lay there, shattered,

                    the shell of his former self,

          scrambled beyond hope ...



Not really her fault...

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when autumn’s last but long exhale
left mists of winter in its trail
her thoughts turned to the past to look
at greenway and the paths she took
where reading signs inside her skies
she'd dream up deaths and alibis
along the short cuts through the wood
with thoughts of stabbings and...

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I did not know how brave 
she was, ninety-two, 
and I, seventy less...
so young that old age 
was textbook stuff: 
a fact of life, but not mine.

I was alive and free 
to stride the world, 
a colossus of youth--
whereas she had ate 
almost a century:...

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MRS. CATHY NEEDS SOME SNOW

I called up the thunder; I called up the rain;
I left a message; and gave them your name.
  I left a deposit; at Your Rent to Own;
  As soon as they get some; they'll deliver it home.
I  e...

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We drove by her run-down house
with faded green shingles
and boarded-up windows,
a sad feeling overwhelmed us;
many times we helped her
to cut down the thick grass 
and in return she gave us 
three yellow flowers 
as a token of her gratitude... 
no one else could have cared...

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Mrs. Brown you've got a lovely jewel there,
Jewels like her are something rare...
She can't  disguise it,
Ruby's red eyes show "blues" in it,

Fred, you wanna add the refrain?
Don't worry about Herman & pals-
They're all hermit crabs now-a-days....

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How I remember that song
Playing daily on the radio
Just a couple of notes
I’d instantly get shivers
And nothing else
Mattered around me
Seems I was barely twelve 
I heard that saxophone
And masterful sexy voice
My knees would buckle
Realizing full well
I was hooked on a song
Praising the virtues
Of unfaithfulness and
Mystique...

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Communities have a pillar
Carol is this ones name
Our Poet Laureate
Who demands no fame

This poetess
Called Mrs Brown
Is more like a mother
In Poetry's Soups town
 
She cradles and welcomes
Us poets anew
To this amazing website
A community so true

She's now back in the fold
Where she loves to be
To read...

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Ted Cogger is our local butcher and he’s been here seven years;
full forward for the footy team and drinks a nightly seven beers.
He played one season for the cricket club, but he was just a slugger,
and Ted’s become a mate of mine, but he’s a...

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Remembering Mrs. Sully always makes my face break out into smiling mode.
Her face was as craggy as a grave, there was an aluminum tooth on the left.
When she smiled, it gleamed with pure happiness, making her stories even better.
When I first met her, her ferocious...

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I'm getting lost in you
I'm sinking deep
Pieces of me
Disentegrating
You hold me close
Day after day
I become what you want
While I fall away

I talk to you
I watch you listening
But don't get it
Something's missing
I look like me
But I've changed inside
I've conformed to your needs
And neglected mine

I'm a blurry...

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