Best Sties Poems

There was a boy named Timi Sties
Who surely was not very wise
Of faults he had lots
And said he saw spots
Coz teach told him to dot...

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Don't let them see us
tremble! – it is what
they want.  Don't let
them drink our tears of
sorrow...it will prompt
them to create more  
heartbreak tomorrow....

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the season I turned eleven
was the season that I died
there'd been blood betrayal and famine
and I thought I had survived

my neighbor killed my kitten
and for...

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Tongues loose, tongues in a hangman’s noose
Wag without care to declare nonsense
As wisdom salvaged from the sluice
Where nonsense whacked common sense 

Lost in a sea...

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Ted Weymouth rang me up to see, if I could do a job he had…
‘His trucks broken down’ he said, so I told Ted ‘I’d...

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Alien talk I can’t understand
A Pifflewig performed a handstand
He verbalised through his ass
Gross putrid wind he did pass
Like many blokes throughout the land!

I farted, perhaps...

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UNQUOTABLE QUOTES: LIII - Tongue Teasers

Whether the glass is « half full » or « half empty », what counts is WHO « drank" the...

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POEM 50 HER HEART 



ALL OUR LOVE FOR EACH OTHER COME FROM GOD ABOVE. 

WE ARE A PREFECT MATCH MADE FROM GOD ABOVE. 

OUR HEART...

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Remonstrations, protestations, recriminations
In the wake of a calamity that strikes below the belt
In communities decimated and disabled by insinuations
Brought to a head when fickle feelings...

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Always on my mind
Nibbling at the core, fiddling at the soft centre
Quizzing, teasing me to find
Space and time to enter   

The pantheon populated...

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POEM 50 HER HEART 



ALL OUR LOVE FOR EACH OTHER COME FROM GOD ABOVE. 

WE ARE A PREFECT MATCH MADE FROM GOD ABOVE. 

OUR HEART...

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Villanelle: Too late too few the tears she sheds on cradle

Too late too few the tears she sheds on cradle
Bosom-fed mouths sing no tame lullabies
Innocence...

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The noblemen control the pen, indeed they own the farm,
but nonetheless exude finesse (and need I mention charm?)
with revenue to sate the few, exulting arm...

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Bah!  The sound of quelled cries
Tempered timbers tales and ties.
Malevolence, mischievous
Mine heart; mine lives.

Serendipitous meetings
With resounding sighs, of life.
Quaff strange brews
In still stranger sties....

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FOR HE KNOWS THEIR ABODE--THEIR GOING, THEIR COMING 
AND THE DAY THEY'LL BE VISITED IS APPROACHING 
APPROACHING LIKE A SUDDEN FLASH OF LIGHTNING: 

ALAS FOR...

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