Best Pops Poems

Two poets who couldn't agree
Raise their voices to their loud pleas
One wasn't able to stop
His zip open, out pops!
Haha, it's a pea, not the size of a tree


©J. A. Fraser and O. E. Guillermo 15.18pm, April 07, 2015...

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Each morning just before lunch at eleven,
I can see the black smoke rise.
Pops has his large grill fired up.
Chicken and ribs sizzle over the flame.
Just come here to satisfy your hunger.
Pops is not skimpy on his sauce.
The man is the boss for cooking.
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story to tell
they ring a bell
saying it all
there music makes the call
its at top of the lot
and hot
HIPHOP
POPS THE TOP...

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outside the fire
you go left
not from fear, but roots 
that stretch far beyond 
the reach of family ties
  
inside the fire
I go right
and pray our heirs
find the wisdom of savants
much more to their liking  

these sides have risen
a gap has been formed
the wedge...

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Chops for Pops 
(a Blues response to Black n Blue 
for Louis Armstrong)
By ‘bro. zayid’

Put a lock n chain
on yr dreams ygfolk
‘cause they will sure try to take it
Put a lock n chain 
on yr dreams
‘cause they will sure try to take it
make it so...

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American Haiku


Rainy, nasty day and night
Train whistle in distance
Early morning hours

Contemplation brings Enlightenment
Or Believed so
Buddhist awakening

Realize Poetry's Power
affects me physically
Body in turmoil

Spray Wasps hang-out
Keeps them away
They can sting, harm

Moon glows overhead
Santa on fire engine
making his rounds

Sun shining majestically
Running usual errands
Home to reading books

Complete silence at...

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When Soda Pops

Under pressure from thermonuclear devices
Or at CERN when the hadron collider gave birth to a baby black hole
We come to find it could get worse
Soda pops are there so I don’t care
That’s all that matters on the matter
Genome of the disease-transmitting tsetse fly...

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This jazz pallete weeps with greed 
for the return of some bebop 
and crooning bleeds.
Neon flagships that lit the night
with saxophones 
and trumpets bright.
This bird bottled in country twang
is popping the cork
for some bluesy swang.
Spinning the vinyl under needled arm
baritones ripple 
as nerves are darned.
Shattered...

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Dad
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early summer days in Boston
sunrise spent tracing Freedom Trail
the destiny of two begun 
exploring the history of others
	declarations of endless love 

crab cakes and tabasco 
gentle laughter at daybreak
ice cold beer on tap…passion hot as flame
photographs taken
	memories framed forever

Irish music and Irish cops
tall ships and...

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When Nature pops, kicks off her socks
Her dancing through the woodland rocks
Falling leaves on autumn breeze
Grateful pleas on bended knees
Clocks unwind, time falls behind
leaf-peeping pastimes spellbind
When Nature pops, kicks off her socks
Her dancing through the woodland rocks...

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Laid back
But sleep can't come nearly as easy
Days don't give quite enough light
Nights just won't leave me
With the blinding kindness
Of a sweet sixteen dreamer's picture show
That once again I wished I could get to know

Results
I thought would be  lovely
So difficult 
To study
For tests with...

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Scripture-truths SIR POPS preaches steadfastly
Indeed exhorting and admonishing intensely 
Rendering his best for the Lord readily…

Power of God, he trusts midst prayer-persistence 
Overcoming pressures by the Saviour’s omnipotence
Presenting Christ Who deserves praise-preeminence 
Satisfied is he in the Shepherd*’s bountiful prominence.

*Psalm 23:1 “The LORD is my...

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I regret all I didn't say and all I didn't do,
I thought I had all the answers, but I didn't have a clue.
If I could go back in time and some how change the past,
you'd never doubt for a second,
that our love was meant to...

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A clown sadly crying laughter,
Prying it from grimaces that fail to smile.
Upside down grins dying on a joker's face,
Lost in a rain of tears his eyes can't see.

This creature who doesn't recognize wilderness,
A place from which he was born,
Where that scorn of nothing happy raised...

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