Best My Cup Runneth Over Poems

A Cup Runneth Over

My cup in dry abyss boils over
Condensing dewdrops in vapors of blessing
Into foaming condensed extracts
Like effervescence of divine dust
That bubbles up to...

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A Cup Runneth Over

His cup runneth over, yet he craves more
As flights of hubris on wings of greed soar,
Rich is the life of caviar and...

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Prayer is something we can do
When all the pain is raw like a wound
Cutting the heart with its harsh
Blade, twisting, curled, burning away
Every piece of...

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When I hear the chirping of bizarre birds in the morning,
And see the sun gently rising; golden rays adorning;
And feel the graciousness of the almighty...

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The Lord is my shepherd, no want shall I know;
I lie in green pastures, by still waters go;
My soul is restored and the right paths...

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My cup runneth over at age seventy-eight
Will it ever slow down to give me a break

Thought ahead when I was a younger man
Love in my...

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When I was only nine,                    ...

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~It's Only Through Jesus~ 
(Rhyme) 


It's only through Jesus that we can come to that wonderful place 
So filled of love, and peace and supplied...

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I walk upon the earth with my pup
No one is in sight they are all closed up
Tight within their homes with flight and fear 
From...

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“The Lord is my Shepherd”
Unless there’s somewhere I want to go
I pretend I’m seeking guidance 
Yet my pace doesn’t slow.

“I Shall not want”
But really I...

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"A Spoonful of Sugar"


Upon waking
the green hangover
hangs low waiting 
for the weeding

the alarm sounds
like thunder 
the cats on the prowl
they’re hungry

the words 
spill out of...

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The 23rd Parody
Loch David Crane
1979

The Hawk is my ship, Sir;
	I shall not want.
She maketh me to lie down
	in a hard rack.
She bounceth me over
	 the...

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Poverty;
The state of lack
A matter of poor.
It the scarcity of death
The inability to forgo
the necessity of life.

Poverty is the blessing of the God
Poverty can make...

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There's a light now trailing the crescent moon
right before dawn as it slowly pales.
This brings vast knowledge of what's coming soon.
Now has the time come...

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Here I sit,  on an examination table
bored, swinging my feet to and fro
waiting for a doctor who will be able
to diagnose the reason why...

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