Best Trooped Poems

I spied a valley low
Across the road from the cemetery
A Columbus monkey swinging by

The trees of the vale
Stood tall and forlorn
Observing the crematorium
Covered in light gray smoke
As morning traffic streamed on by

Giraffe reached for the tallest bough
And I thought I heard the leopards growl
And by...

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I Cooked the Book that Would Not Tap
 
A Doomsday, a nightmare gone wrong,
My hand shot with pain and didn’t stop,
Bandages hid the wound I wove for kong,
The silence echoed round the wheel fop.

I screamed with tears which said the news,
When sirenes had been screened...

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			Naked death


…the barred and sealed cattle wagons
							disgorge
at the Konzentrazionslager
						            the faux pas relief
    from urine mud faeces sweat and tears
unkempt armpits buttocks best wear
   turned to damp rags
 ...

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The First Gift

There’s news for the young and news for the old,
And news for a world lonely and cold,
And down through the ages this story’s been told
How Love was revealed to all.

Into the world that was full of strife 
God told Mary that she would...

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Spirits that hover o'er the surface of the earth
Disatisfied with thy untimely demise
Regretting and cursing the cause of thy death
But that unholy life ye fail to reminisce
 
Copious words of advice trooped in from far and near
Imploring thee to live a life worthy of emulation
But...

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Incense hung in the evening air
like the mist and the chains of prayer cranes.
Ferocious gilded guardian framed the gate
through the aged arched travelers trooped
Pilgrims all.

Monks diminutive in form,
draped in square clothes 
of sacred orange, bow.
Prayer hands copped over beating hearts.
Business begins.
The business of lodging and...

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I have chose, to pick up my 
head,
hand,
bulls,
leg,
and the particles which trooped off from my brain while sleeping,
         and stand by my inspiration

For I have sheepishly
slept enough,
slipped enough,
and crawled enough

The days of my sleep, 
has come to...

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>Finding myself with a few moments free the other day. I thought I would let Dragon my naturally speaking addition, have  a free hand with a poem. However I just had to add the corrections as I went along. otherwise it would make no...

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The Walk

Roans, chestnuts, blacks and greys
Stand the line in perfect swathes
Tunic buttons and brasses glisten
Brave men sit and for orders listen

The finest horse out on parade
Six hundred men, the Light Brigade
Speedy chargers of sword and lance
This day of glory for taking chance

The bugle sounds, the...

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Hate is chemical,
flows from brain,
do not know how,
some things add,
like a bloody fad,
you feel like away,
rather being on your way,
these faces and places,
that you hate,
are something,
and not just one thing,
they are grouped,
before they are trooped,
you stereotype,
as you gripe,
you bigot,
as you overlook bright spots,
this is hate,
you...

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Unless you've only got one,
Both your eyes see these words,
Are you really understanding them,
Or are they just a bunch of letters that make you bored?
If you're still looking then I've got your attention,
That's all I ask despite my imperfections,
But you don't even know about these,
I've...

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Please help me in my confusion 
Come to my rescue 

Do not leave me sitting all alone
On this lonely beach of abandonment 

Help me my brothers
Help me  my compatriots

Help me you all men of good will
To make a modicum of sense

From all disconcerting confusion...

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We all avoided Miss Kay’s house; she was an old maid.
No one wanted to get moldy cookies or pink lemonade.
We ran past her stoop, not wanting to ring the bell as it stood.
We knew whatever she would give out would be no good.

At the end...

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Adorable Pink Mouse Ballerina was as flexible as they come
She had entranced most of the men, my brothers were some.
The rest of us trooped out of the mouse hole that warm summer day
To watch her gyrate and twist, and show her legs in a most...

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They sang as they marched

And boarded the trains,

They sang as they set out to sea.

They sang as they trooped

Down french country lanes,

They sang of a great victory.

But where they were going

Was no place for singing,

No place for youths levity.

For they would see death,

A man's final...

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