Best Swop Poems

...One by one
They come and go;
Bus-stop blues


On the way out,
Smile as you go;
Embrace forgetfulness


Surge of passion
No need to feel;
Go with the flow


Bedtime stories
We swop tal......

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...To stop the myth going around that Santa is a Scotsman, a huge hit on the radio here. So fo those that believe this is the truth.


Santa is a Yorkshire man everybody knows that
You just say he is Sc......

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...Sometimes I don't switch on TV, the radio stays dumb
and finishing a newspaper can leave me feeling numb.
What is it with this world of ours, where did it all go wrong?
How could the higher-ups el......

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...Assimilate your view
To match the status quo,
Consensus starts to skew
Hypocrisy on show,
Now you seem the clown
The eager willing pup,
It’s not the beating down
But how you get back up!

A friendshi......

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...Destroyer ~ Poet
Contest Name	5TH POEM ON THE SOUP..
POISON! 1st first.
I was coming up from Tamworth, riding on a tired horse. 
Past Barraba we wandered north, on a slow and......

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...I travel to quench my thirst
To break away from everything I know
In an attempt to meet a different sun

And to finally feel the snow

I travel to swop my language
And taste the life you live
......

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...A Son ~ far away ~ too far
South Dakota ~ now his Wedding Anniversary, "Seventeen"
here in Nebraska, the Midwest
time evolves ~ into space!

Miles and miles ~ the ducks fly over
they have a port,
alm......

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...Book is the only stop
Where all halt from top
For knowledge or whop
Of all sort and thoughts slop.
Though it clear drains prop
For teacher or for carhop.
They are vaguely clear lop
Whenever re......

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...Sanmati, my messenger, is no more a milksop.
Ardent though is she never will yawp.
Nagging sometimes though in some shop.
Merrily walks in crowd alone till atop.
Amends her needs; tackles one wit......

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...Lost her mum at thirteen
Worse news there’s never been.
Her youth alone
No mum to phone.
Dad tried his best
Once mum was put to rest.
It’s not the same
She still felt the pain.
No mum when we......

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...enthralled forr noww

ineptta jazza bop   the stomp    "she" 2is a sheep  she said
       the.traces
  pearls plentyful made in skyy/  scuffed
/landscapes/embraces/ invented  /fluxes
rendetion ......

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...If I was God
I would be angry with the Government
you fight and you bicker
and you get nothing done

Look at England 
trying to get out of a contract
you want your leaders to be effective
the......

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...One often tries to set things back,
to fix and sort without the knack,
HUMPTY DUMPTY comes to mind,
don’t be silly, rash or blind,
but looking round as best one can,
for stuff alike a top class ......

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...On a shattered pebble beach my kernel,
becomes this dervish dancing to the maniacal symbol rash tune,
of inchoate monsoon grass beat timpani,
that’s dimly frowned on by sonic virtuoso,
but terms ......

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...One often tries to get things back,
to fix and sort without the knack,
HUMPTY DUMPTY comes to mind,
don’t be silly, rash or blind,
but looking hard as best one can,
for stuff alike a top class p......

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