Best Throop Poems

I: THE UK

Poling, Patching, Nether Wallop, 
Matching Tye and Droop

Plumpton, Lickfold, Puddletown, 
Westward Ho! and Throop.

Hole of Horcum, New Invention,
Boghead, Bath, Cat's Ash

North Piddle, Staines and Pen*stone,
Wash Dyke, East Breast and Flash.

Six Mile Bottom, Mudford Sock,
Wetwood, Wetwang, Hose

Catbrain, Assloss, No Man's Land, 
Didling, Lower Rose.

Blubberhouses,...

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THE RESTLESS SEA


                           As dawn swept 'way the morning stars
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Tiger Woods
    By Victoria Anderson-Throop

What a hero-- Tiger Woods--
He sells golf and sporting goods.
Chases ladies in the night
Tells kids not to curse or fight

Tiger, Tiger burning bright--
You must learn to play it right.
When temptation’s in your face
Putt a caddy in your place....

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THE LADY WHO BATHES IN PUBLIC

               Harlot moon
           Languishes in star bath
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ABOMINATION

Abomination is my name.
There is no passion I've not felt.
Yearning pens attempt at fame
Dare each relationship to melt.

There is no struggle that I scorn.
There is no flame without scorched taste.
When blaze-bloom fires are born--
My inner soul consumes the waste.

Now , Sweet-- bamboozle me with joy.
Affection...

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Their passion  so unchecked--
                               He dried her tears
      ...

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A CLASSIC SUMMER IN GREECE

               Viciousness and mystery erupt on arid soil.
               Summer heat and idle time...

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THE PROTECTOR OF THE UNAWARE

In the great hall walls sung with gold
Silk threads reflect the free fed fires
Stoked high to chase the brutal cold
From listeners as they crowded round

The winter nights wrapped round the thoughts
Of  raging bold and  timid weak
For in the starkness...

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BUYING LIFE                                           ...

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FORGOTTEN NORTH



My Grief is fog
The sea is wild

Head winds are still
And I am lost.

I turn to land.
The rocks too sharp.
I have no map
The road is gone.

Biting Rocks
Bleeding feet.
Burning Ice floes
   follow me
In blinding void
 I am lost.

The compass twirls
And East turns West.

The sky...

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Rendezvous
Folly or fact
Wondering, Waiting…
Whispering winds foretell
Thunder soon will follow--
Pulses electric sing through my belly
Joy Wasp-Darts
        tzzz
        Escapes via fingertips
         tzzz
Expectant Ears
Pitch pipe tuned...

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THE WIDOW'S DAY


He’d been dead for forty years
But she carried on each day
Got up at eight and dressed
Ate luncheon on a tray

No bride was kissed as well
No groom felt more complete
And one year was their gift
When Fate served them defeat

She should have followed him
But life...

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ELECTRICITY

Edison has spoiled us past the point of no return
Lights around the world all cause the city life to burn
Every child becomes addicted to computer fun
Computers make them stick to chairs so they forget to run
Trams all are electric now and shuttle to and fro
Radios...

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HUNTER
H efting rifles or their bows the warriors gather for their hunt--
U nder tents they find repose and plan their early morning jaunt.
N othing new—this stalking craft --where meat is taken for their clan,
T here have always been brave hands that find the food since...

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FORGIVENESS

                                         shores embrace
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