Best Supping Poems

There was a rumour that outlaw Kyle was to be sprung from jail
But Sheriff Koplin got wind of it and he'd make sure they'd fail...

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For P.D's "Going Haiku Crazy" Contest

 
How Many?

going to St. Ives
met folks on that smelly bus
more than I could count

Just Sleep Walking?

Wee Willy Winky
caught outside...

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On a spotty, sprinkled day, at the Plott's house on the block,
A squatty Uncle Scotty had sent a polka dotted,  cuckoo clock!
The family said...

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VOICES SOFTLY TINKLING IN THE BREEZE
TINY SHADOWS AMONGST THE TREES
GOSSAMER WINGS FLUTTERING LIKE BEES
THE FAERIES ARE IN MY GARDEN

GAILY THEY PLAY IN THE LONG LONG...

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Pub in Yorkshire with stout and ale aplenty. 
Red faces sweating with alcohol's influence. 
Singing fine songs in reverie and ecstasy. 
Salivating at arrival of...

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Cast to the left of me, cast to my right
Cast out in front of me but I can’t get a bite
I’ve changed my tactics many...

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The Greenwood - Villanelle

     Under the ancient greenwood’s leafy shade,
     Beneath the hornbeam and the spreading oak
...

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Suddenly it's Spring!
Flowers burst in bloom,
Scent of their perfume 
draws bees for supping.
It's a wondrous thing!

Birds converging,
Chicks emerging,  
New life abounds
amid sweet sounds.

Warm breeze...

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Each Wednesday evening, we eat soup and bread.
A simple meal like one our Savior ate,
Supping with dear and closest, trusted friends,
Taking the food to meet...

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Viv had planned to be out supping real ale
But his wife had a different idea
Furniture assembly - Viv's face turn pale
but he gritted his teeth,...

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NB - familiarity with the pronunciation of the British place names in this poem is essential to comprehend some of the lines - and to...

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When you take from life and give so very little!
And think you are a Roman god,supping on wine from goblets gold.

For recreation,poetry has morphed into...

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Down the bottom of the garden
where the mushrooms abound
is where you will find our home
pretty houses made of cobwebs

They sparkle and glitter in the sun
see...

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(A Spoon River Poem)

You loved me well, you loved me long,
even with joy fading from my eyes,
my beauty your heart's silent song,
and sorrow hidden in...

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I only live to love you and be by your side
To burn in the flame of love's fire
Touch and feel your passion's fervor
Supping it to...

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