Best Slopping Poems

This morning I went shopping
Tripped over, started hopping
My milk bottle it went slopping
The store cleaner began mopping

I hobbled out of the store
Got caught in the sliding door
Lost my wallet and now I’m poor
I really can’t take anymore

Then I fell on to my knees
Dropped my bag...

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"You really wanna know? Cause I'll tell ya if you really wanna know. You'll be thinkin' I'm crazy before I'm done, but I'll tell ya... ifn' you really wanna know."

The day started like any other, up before dawn, breakfast and fuel for the combine. Outa'...

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Most of life is spent in
hope for better things yet
expectation of what is to come
or anticipation of what could be
and while this is good, even necessary...
Focusing on the few
more “memorable” moments
misses out on much
of the spaces in-between:

Time with loved ones
time amid others
time to ourselves
time spent...

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This was inspired by Georgette Johnson’s poem “Savouring Another Day”
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One cold day whilst I was out in the snow 
I went into a cafe for a Joe
I slipped across floor 
And got an encore
Me and my Joe were the stars of the show.

The cup of...

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A mackerel sky fillets the village
then hides it in a breezeless blear.
Heads poke out of net drapes
sniff and fish behind trawling curtains.
Shopkeepers brace for
wet dog splatter and spray
for slopping boots and salty puddles.
On the sightless sea
far beyond the shore and shingle,
lost fog horns are lowing...

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Resting In These Tennessee Hills

Lazy mornings in these Tennessee hills
Horned owl in tree behind house hoots all night
Sometimes annoys but often gifts a thrill
As country-fired moon sends us brighter light!

Mellow breeze, waltz morn rays with soft touch
Tall trees wrapping such gentle slopping yards
Often this beauty...

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Canada winters bitterly cold
Avalanches cascade down slopping hills
North side faces steep and icy
A tiny town sits beneath trees that are old
Down the mountain whose beauty kills
Although their beauty is enticing

Tough and strong
Bold but true
Where everyday
Brings something new...

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My Grandma once told me about the Good Ole Days.
How they had to do things - about the many ways.
Having to wake up at the crack of dawn.
Just thinking about it - makes me want to yawn.

Breakfast for the family, then cleaning happens next.
In those...

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When I was a child along with my cousins we listen to heroic tales about our ancestors and in someway the mill was always mentioned. So we went to discover these EPIC Historic site. A glance of paradise The All Heaven -we were in heaven-...

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Lofting
Under a
Slopping roof
With special 
Purpose.
Looking
Up towards
An upper story
Past the slope 
Of the face
Of your head.

Lofting
With you
My armored hero
With whom mystic words
Are spoken.
To whom's
Tender weapon
I am open
In this atmosphere 
Of wonder.

Aloft
So high
My soul's 
Been driven.
Exploding 
With depth 
Charges
Under siege 
With little 
Coaxing
As mysterious as ever.

Aloft
Go
My sweet...

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I insisted the jubilee amiability
to stir up with twilight-ed spirit
zeal of desires aroused 
as the silverly rays crowned me
to pour out the gilded spirit.
Earstwhile crimson years
With some bichrome days
My glazed tumbler seems to reflect
those moments
as the sound of slopping gilded spirit 
sloshed the bottom spattering...

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Kid with a wet cloth slopping on the floor:
Water dropping everywhere and trickles free.
Mum comes dashing in the door  -
Can’t you try to make less mess for me?
I have to clean this now and go down on my knee!


Oh mum, please don’t wipe it...

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Teddy Bears on holiday.

The Teddy Bears marched one and all
Smartly through the Hotel Hall.
With Ted in front Freddy last
They raised a smile from all they passed.

“Look lively now” was Lionel’s cry
And moving quicker they did try.
Rupert shouted “Feet are sore”
Lisa told him “Not much more”

Out...

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I talk within the frame of my thought, I eat within frame of my ability, I 
go to school within the call of education

The language in the streets enshroud me to the shoulder of a singer 

The crack of my feet on the ground with...

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Full of sunlight 
dipped out from a spring named hope by a mountain foot 
in the jar that we bought after a long period of hesitation
at a time of making a new home
is slopping from side to side.

We roamed together in the wilderness
where so many...

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