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 tales;
Laugh stomach cramps


Basketball court,
Two sides stalking;
Win-win losing


Cable TV
So much to see;
Time fritters away


Hypermart queue
Long as usual;
Impatient sighs


I see you,
You see me;
No...

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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 Scottish, cos he’s round and fat.
Well Yorkshire...

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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 elect leave it like this so long?
Should in the future by...

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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 friendship ill-advised
Treacherous and vain,
Before you realized
They’ve dissed you once again.
Smile into a frown
Superior or sup,
It’s not the...

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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 dusty course.
 Near Barraba I drew short rein, and paused to watch a sight. 
A boy...

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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,
almost their own Country, so free
to choose their habitat, now in pieces from...

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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 read makes plop
Of cognition to take you atop.
This is for money a great swop.
These are sooth...

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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
To soak in new feelings

That I can invariably relive

I travel to collect...

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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 with strop-
Till he agrees with her, else does lop.
In always high spirits, ready to swop
Joy or...

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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 wed,
A tear she shed.
Nor for her first born
Leaving emotions torn. 
No mum to go...

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ineptta jazza bop   the stomp    "she" 2is a sheep  she said
       the.traces
  pearls plentyful made in skyy/  scuffed
/landscapes/embraces/ invented  /fluxes
rendetion an entire year
  &  akingdom constructed)...

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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
they create plans

but then you argue and fight
you sound like, little school boy's...

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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 scan, 
a swop or close match just began,
though broken pieces I recall,
now...

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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 like briny carrageen sea sweep gain purple splotch kudos,
I gaze with indigo ocean eyesight,
 at sheer rock...

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I am Urundi, the daughter of a king,
     I want to tell you a story about my destiny.
    The king wanted a son, but mother had me.
    She devised a plan before she would be...

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