Best Trawl Poems

Mister Joe, poet, jangles loose change in his pocket,
Jogging memories and garnering thoughts as he walks.
For Mr. Joe's brain washes, tumbles and dries,
his gems of...

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We leave our separate solitudes
The shells in which we coil
To search for seeds of hope
In the seabed's saturated soil 

Trawl the crowded seas 
Of the...

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I.Jesus Spoke to His Father

Jesus spoke to His Heavenly Father
Raising up to heaven His ardent pray’r
With deep bleeding wounds that he’d all endured,
Still hang on...

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"User name" and "password"
That's all you need to know.
Type them in , press "enter"
Then you’re  fine to go.

Sounds quite simple really,
Till your memory starts...

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I remember the day when comments were the main
They're all very instrumental to the Soup's mainframe
Some comments are influential that created other writes
And many were...

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The next time you sleep don't enter your deep
And allow the creeper, into your mind he'll creep
Your inner shadows will darken as he seeks
Shredding your...

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As you sit down for your tea, take a moment to think of me
I am the one who leaves the quay, to bring home harvest...

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Poetrysoup

It happened quite accidentally
As if by chance, this anomaly
I did not know how it could be
That here is where I’d post my poetry

A poem I...

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BETTER HALF

for Roger and Tessa 

I feel his presence as if he stood before me
My thoughts are tea-leaves only he can read
A brain scan shows...

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It was Christmas way back in eighty two
Head in hands not knowing what to do
All I see is a door
Never been here before
Do I take...

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The putrid, malodorous and fowl nauseating smell 
   can still be conjured nearly fifty years later wracked
I never forget ineradicable tangy, sulfurous 
...

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Of a distant land I ponder.
Of a country torn asunder.
Of Zimbabwe ne'er forgotten -
Where the life has turned so rotten.
Ah it tugs my heartstrings so...

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This quaint haven away from Seeing Eye
         No sound of the loom now at nature’s call
 ...

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PROWLING THROUGH A WHORE HOUSE

Alone,
in heat, I prowled
my whore house, scanned
the faces of the ever-willing ones
awaiting for my picking.

“Heck, no!
I’ve had them all,”
I said. “Have...

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Let’s throw a big spectacular bash. 
And party with a smash and some flair.
Then we can grow a sexy moustache. 
And party on our face...

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