Best Warm As Toast Poems

                  



         Shakespeare Sweats a Contest


Sweating Bard, thou dost pen in hot, mid-day roast!
“That new poetry contest’s golden trophy I...

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> have just been sorting out some old papers and guess what I found some old poems.

There talking on the radio

There talking on the radio today. 
BBC radio Suffolk, I must say.

About wearing pyjamas when outside. 
Not in bed, where you can hide.

I’ll tell you...

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When my kids were small and for several years
We rented a beach house on the Gulf coast
Where the sand was white and the water clear
And the sunshine would feel as warm as toast

Both Bruce and Mary Ann would join us there
In those days, we had...

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In a land that boasts
You can be warm as toast,
Because the sun shines here,
Every day of the year.

Today the opposite is true,
My fingers are turning blue.
The heaters on high while I watch TV,
Bed is inviting it seems to me.

Sitting here wrapped up tight,
In a sleeping...

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Count thy Blessings

Count thy blessings, name them one by one
Compose thyself as pythons do on their preys
Ignite thy spirit to the rising sun
Rejoice with thy hands for points of thy being.

Compose thy songs with a theme of pure praise
Shout a Holy name thee deemed worthwhile
Wine...

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When my kids were small for several years
We rented a beach house on the Gulf coast
Where sand was white and water clear
And the sunshine would feel as warm as toast

Bruce and Mary Ann always would join us there
In those days, we had the beach to...

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One rainy season of my life
I took a trip to Hawaii where
The Maui Isle awaited me
For two long weeks, without a care.

The beach called to me with its sand
So clean and white and warm as toast.
I filled my lungs with ocean air,
Inhaling to my innermost.

My...

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Quite frankly, my dear, I know what you need,
I'll take a blank check; come now! Some speed. 
For you want inspiration, some relaxation,
and a way to refocus life's peregrination. 
So come! There's a chair, so soft it's a crime.
Pulled up next to the fire that's...

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You know my Sullivan a pet simian ghost
                               Rolling in blanket as warm as toast
...

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A new day began, I sprained my right hand!
Then my furnace decided to "give up the ghost"
Neighbor brought friend who would understand;
soon, room became as warm as toast.
               then it stopped...

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Fingertips.
Look at your fingertips they are unique you know
Something we don’t think of, and yet them we grow.

That little pattern in a swirl on the end
Is your own work of art that God on you penned

How amazing it is a tip of one of your...

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My neighbor from across the hall
Complains about the cold
Within her home; she sleeps with socks
And sweaters, we are told.

Her windows face the river
So perhaps the frigid air
From the water blows inside;
The winter causes her despair.

But on my side we face the street
And here it’s warm...

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The Christmas tree is huge this year 
with ornaments  a glow
And every cup is full of cheer
As the night begins to snow
Every heart as warm as toast
As fireside we sit
Chestnuts roasting on the fire
Now every candle's lit
Presents piled under tree
and stockings hung with care
Everyone...

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Cosy

I wake up slow,
Boy with a Ready Brek glow,
Here where I hide the most,
Cosy and as warm as toast....

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>I do not know if this classifies as poem as it is slightly religiously, political.


Muslims here, Muslims, there.
From Turkey might soon be everywhere.
Will they be from that peaceful faith?
And full of love, full of faith.
Turkey, if such a nice place.
None would leave that place of...

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