Best Piper Poems

Like the pompous pied piper leading the way,
chirping his tune of a dawning new day,
frustrations were championed, oh how we followed,
the ego stuffed shirt of a suit cold and hollow.

From the top of the hill, he showed us the view,
convincing our eyes it was harshly...

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His line and verse flow like honey
Lovely, smooth, bright and sunny
A pied piper for me

He speaks of love in phrases pure
His words take wing, on airborne tour
Soaring high and free

Yet he himself is down to earth
Epitome of cheer and mirth
A humble soul is he

Always has...

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The Pied Piper from New York City – Part Two

This is quite despicable and very inappropriate for someone holding the 
“Highest Office in Our Land.” The Pied Piper hides his treachery by
Wrapping himself in the glory of the “Stars and Stripes.” Talk about
True shame! He...

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piper’s heart is full of joy
he scampers the water with joy
the brook gurgles a woodland greeting

balmy light wind twinkles leaves
they frolic in a lively happy way
the day is light, the minnows are dashing

piper scoops up some cool water and takes a drink
his hands are cold...

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She is the pied piper of the floral world.
Flowers gravitate to her day and night.
They travel for miles to latch onto her dress.
She never slows down for them, but they catch up.
She is a magnet for roses, daisies, dandelions and lilies.
Lilly of the Valley is...

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The Pied Piper from New York City – Part One

Dare his name be said?
I say, of course, Yes! 

The Pied Piper, himself, is the man, the myth, the legend.
And they, the so-called incurious lot of the hoi polloi in
American society, are the ones who accept...

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Perhaps Peter Piper did not pick a peck of pickled peppers,
Perchance Peter purloined them.

Peter's pretext for pickled peppers puts people at ease,
Pickpocket's ploy personified.

Personalizing praise for Peter's pesky presumption,
People put Peter's penchant for peppers praiseworthy.

Perhaps, Peter pretended to pick the peck of pickled peppers,
People should...

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Once, kids’ eyes lit up while outdoors creating manual, playful scenes
Stories performed by Puppeteers were great fun for young and old
Today, they all seem mesmerized; eyes affixed on video screens
With parents juggling hectic hours, warmth is vaporized from abode

Trending now is video games; spawns of...

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She sat on her butt for a year 
Eating cookies, pretzels and beer
Now  looked at the scale
And started to wail
God, look at the size of my rear 



for Carolyn's contest
Sadly, a true story...

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And The Piper Played On

The mystic piper paid his earthly dues
 strange tunes he did so often choose
 Notes that ring so loud and so clear
 wiping away doubt and darkened fear

 Yet each found this a false delight
 shadows that lurched in evil night
...

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There was an awful caterwailing and clamour 
as the pipes filled up with air and swirled
today it was for an orange march
playing the protestain songs of inflamitary verse.

Many were the songs and events the piper was called to skirl
one day it would be dirges the...

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Happy birthday! It seems that time
    has ran its course for another year;
         the only difference, that I can find,
              is...

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If Peter Piper got tired of picking pecks of pickled peppers,
and packed his jars of peppers, pickled, in boxes of newspaper,
placing them in a place that was picked for putting his peppers,
then returned to a different place of picking, to pick;
What, perchance, would Peter Piper...

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this stunning lithe oldest teenage niece, daughter of
my younger sister, epitomizes a tall drink of water
(similar to the mother at same age)
What with her willowy young woman body
brimming with budding potential for breath-taking beauty
enhanced by her quiet mien
expressing itself thru exemplary artistic and literary flair
if...

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 mixed verse 


The Pied Piper was our town's private eye. 
He rode alone on his piebald horse,
kept his nose in everyone’s pie
declaring humble pie of course.

Piety overrode his able grace
when last fall, he alit in some cow pies.
There he earned a pie in the...

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