Best Sup Poems

My eyes were sorely struck when once they perceived
verity in your insightful words. Oh, how they grieved
when you chose to kneel low enough to kiss...

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Love Fruits, Passion's Meals On Which I Once Sup

When I ponder my life, its fleeing years-
Youth with its blessings and its cold dark fears;
Wandering through...

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My garden lies between the trees
 Where lilies dance in gentle breeze
      And lilacs whisper pretty please
 To  a...

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(The memories are simple, living the feeling significant)

After conquering Beamsley Beacon due Southwest,
Rombald’s moor stood, while for centuries
within the valley the minute dwellings
of grey stone,...

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trijan refrain 

The heart half full means something’s wrong -
the Spirit’s oil runs low.
When emptied, broken, we are strong
refilled, and ready so -
God’s strength can...

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Of Treasures Sought, Diving For Forbidden Dark Pearls

I shall weave you, dear reader, words true and sincere
tho' will not be as great as those woven...

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If I cry
It must be the memory
Of a skirt unlifted by a gust
To still a boy's misery 
And wipe my eyes dry
Of tears
For the way...

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A BUSH FIRE  
               
One scorching afternoon,
A sudden splintering sound...

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Youth, Time, Night Sky And Heaven's Blessed Voice

As I lay me down in lush verdant grass
Gazing into night sky as Heavens pass
Twinkling stars, to an...

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DESERVE

Deserve- that in which we use to critique our life's ways
a way to hold back our existence 
to project a negative
and cease the positive intake

Deserve...

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I saw the undulating belly of the sea
  Sensuous and beckoning me
  Frilled dress of tides pulled up
  Over white thighs of...

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You say you want lots of rum? Put it in a big fat drum.
Cooking oils put in drums too. Soy or canola will do.

Put your...

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Beneath the wounds
                      ...

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They call her big Gina
You'd know if you seen her
She is a toilet cleaner
She wears a white smock
Armed with bucket and a mop
She likes to...

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Sir Homophone came to meet the maid that somehow stayed so slim.
Her feat was to stay chaste to him and yet by his feet be...

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