Best Pots Poems

Gazing down along the zealously
Monitored borders of well clipped
Evergreen Privet hedges.
Standing watchful guard over 
Divisions
Re-enforced by concrete posts and
Darkly stained, wooden, wavy-lap 
Fences;
Age-old neighbourly disputes, petty
Grudges and childish jealousies -
Ably demonstrated by various
Patchworks of shabbily constructed
And hastily planted defences!

Seated high in our remote eyries
We watch...

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Cluttering above huddled rooftops
Of sprawling villages 
And shy provincial towns;
Rising sharply amidst swooping
Declinations;
Hesitating when gathering at the
Tangled woodland perimeters of
Outlying greenland bounds,
Jostled apex ridges detach among
Themselves...
When habitually roused from early
Mornings
Newly awakened sounds.

Electrical milk floats whir and
Bustle around manna-strewn,
Cherry-blossomed streets;
Clinking bottles in blue
Plastic crates
Rattle in monotonous...

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I came from a place of bean pots and tea pots
I love my trusty three-decade old crock pot
One holer, two holer, three holer, four
Another kind of pot, if your keeping score
Clay pots and tin pots not related to pot shots
Pot belly stoves found in old...

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Strategically placed when raised 
Upwards
By your masterful and well 
Practiced hand.
To mingle with ever changing 
Skylines 
That frown down with arrogant 
Scowls
Upon the indigenous populous of 
This just and tolerant island.
To study and pontificate upon 
Predictable behaviour, 
When so lamentably remarking,
Then to inwardly digest;
Our conclusions...

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Pied tidings of suburbian 
Magpies,
Squawking and squabbling,
Quarreling ferociously among 
Themselves - 
Rush to steal
From off the beleaguered bird 
tables,
To the annoyance of all concerned,
A much begrudged meal;
Before scurrying away into 
Unfrequented woodlands,
Marooned like islands in the 
Midst of becalmed yellow seas,
To pervade the shifting groves
With...

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Spawned from the loins that 
Perpetuated the loyal serfs mongrel
Seed:-
These peoples of a conditioned and
"Resigned-To-it-all" breed.
Born into the enveloping tedium
Of interlocking days...Interwoven
With interlocking days -
Victims of stark circumstance
And vague promises unmade.
Gregariously living out their lives
When warmly embraced by
Every self-serving boast brazenly
Conveyed...
To be exploited, and thus,
Insidiously...

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My garden is filled in pots                                       ...

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Marching out of the cloaked shires
Of landowners, stockbrokers, 
Hereditary Peers, and ruddy faced 
Squires:
A vast multitude of many varied 
Tribes.
Amassing in the great cities, where,
Inhabiting shadowy chambers, 
Behind nodding sighs and hushed 
Whispers, 
The Masonic Civil Servant plots and
Confides.
Standing vigil above forgotten
Monuments
And bronzed statues, that,...

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This time has come to be apart,
the abusive actions weren't really that smart!
 In one angry moment you scarred my head,
You could have been the killer,I would have been dead!
I know amongst all the anger is guilt and remorse;
but,again ,you chose the violent course!
 When...

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Sometimes when I'm washing pots
It drives me round the bend
Big plates little plates knife and forks
They seem to never end.

The plates though are quite easy
You can wash them very quick
But when it comes to greasy pans
They really make me sick.

Why is it when I wash...

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Of course it happened, I should have known
For I've been taught since before I was grown
And yet I diminish myself and my past
By rash decisions that promise, but flee fast
And throughout the circles we prideful may go
Our egos fade slowly in the wet Texan snow
Egos...

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The joys of married life far outweigh any minor discrepancies
Such as throwing pots and pans or other minor irregularities
Must turn a blind eye
As dangerous stuff flies by
It all part of the charm, ignore the unavoidable peculiarities...

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The only heart I had
Now breaks
As hardened clay pots
You’re frail and fragile
Bones
Protected by slipping 
Skin
I shall be at my end
My nighttime closing in
The heart I have left
Blows away a sand
Left decrepit by
The only ache
I feel
The slipping of fair
Skin
Yellowed now deep
Within
Your blood runs in my arms
Breath,...

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if you cook
than get hook
it read the book
its part of the plan
they don get hot
POTS AND PANS...

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Flowered patios,
admired for their charm,
Andalusian patios lovingly cared for.
As new-born babies 
that Andalusian women take care of 
with gentleness, dedicating
their time with the same devotion
to as a baby who needs attention.

Beauty with big eyes
that shines in a blind world 
to old emotions.
Patios of my Andalusia,
you...

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