Best Scuppered Poems

Casarah wants us to write happy
That’s not an easy job
My fickle muse has left me
She’s turned into quite a snob

She won’t let me write a poem that’s funny 
Not even a short limerick
Now my world is dark not sunny
I’m feeling a little bit sick

So I’ve...

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I'm trying to work with wings that can't fly
I'm upset but my eyes can't cry
I'm trying to bury the pain but it won't die
I'm trying to work with wings that can't fly

a tortured man who's trying his best to beat his demons
trying to come up...

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An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars,
is how a tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds,
scuppered signpost to my fetid human compost,
faint light pendant on soul crushed quantum migrant,
who might chortle at vivid veil flimsy vacuum,
skirt recklessly the bogus symbol moiety around me,
peer behind the squalid limp...

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An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars,
is how a  tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds ,
scuppered signpost to a fetid  human  compost,
faint light pendant on soul crushed quantum migrant,
who might chortle at vivid veil flimsy vacuum,
skirt recklessly around  bogus symbols,
peer behind the...

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All wars scourged bodies and souls--
Torn spirits and dredged feet of the fowls

Ravished by rabid gargoyles of prey
Scuppered dreams of the reapers of hay

Wars circled the world of May
'tis emblem are ruins and remnants of flay

Wars for peace can be penned on paper
Words and spikes...

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Once, a little Spanish girl 
was given a "regalo" - 
a dainty little potted plant, 
a purple-petalled mallow. 

She set it in a sunny spot, 
beneath a southern window, 
re-housed it in an iron pot 
and named it, "Don Galindo". 

She gave it water every...

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and lost while wracked in pains of change,
wilted seed in wintered eye,
hands clenching white in advent rage,
knee bones scuppered, bleaching age,     
knelt stung as tears run dry,
writ black ink in masthead sky,
and lost now wracked in changing pain.

and wracked in change,...

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Into the jungle, the realm of all hazards
With love and a tucked-spear armed
The infatuated sphingid his way bravely wended
Heedless, the  hostile beasts all around scuppered.

In shady corners their merciless fangs sharpening
The sphinx moth the orchid’s love shielding
All perils boldly daring, all around hovering
His sweetheart...

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Love on the rocks



I’ve fallen in love with a mermaid
She captured my heart with her song
She was singing her scales
And upsetting the whales
As she knitted a seashell sarong

Well I smiled at her, very politely
And she put down her knitting, and looked
She bade me come here
There...

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He did it, no qualms or faintest moralistic trait
He knew the vulnerability, went ahead
To reap the benefits from someone’s plight
Like a scuppered beast in flight
Wearing a private smirk of victory
To walk away and cast his smut
Upon the shoulders of some other
Like a vulture with rich...

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‘May I take the liberty?’ used to be asked by polite old men,
Doffing their caps as required to a stranger to whom they were offering assistance.
‘May I take the liberty?’ used to be asked in gentle introduction,
When respect for others was the tool of choice...

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Tim looked at the strong box crafted in oaken wood saplings and reason

Inside a map of his world he had travelled with dreams gusto and passion

Far away seas crested in a whirl wind of passage collected within and

Not without a longing desire for sails full...

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In the corner of a pub
There sits an old sea dog
He tells the same old stories
His mind is full of fog

“Ahoy, me hearties! Pass the rum
And I’ll spin you a yarn of old
About the time I was a pirate
A tale I’ve rarely told”

“I’ve sailed the...

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Nights of flying  dream world,
who might chase a raucous laugh,
or seek indeed  mirthful excitement,
the sort that has embroidered twists,
as is generally perceived by intention,
but epic hurdles formed in still frame, 
city snores past midnight bell clang,
dare one ever risk a robust venture,
should I...

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LINE CAPITALISATION scansion simply scuppered...

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