Cups Poems - Poems about Cups

LET’S KEEP OUR LIBERATING CUPS OVERFLOWING (Apropos Of Ancestral Cup And Saucer Ways) It has been said that justice Is getting what you deserve: The gift of grace, given priceless, Flowing from God’s sacred reserve:- Curiously, I asked Papa one day, Why does he drink his coffee from the cup? Always pouring mine into his saucer; And here is what, to me, he...

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I FEEL LIKE I'M LIVING IN KABUL AFTER MY DISABLED SPOUSE AND I RETURNED FROM ANOTHER DOCTORS APPOINTMENTS WE NOTICED THE SLIDE BARS TO ALL OUR SIPPING CUPS HAVE BEEN REMOVED INCLUDING THE GRAND CHILDREN SIPPY CUPS WONDERING JUST WHAT THESE THIEVES NEED OR WANT WITH OUR DNA PERHAPS SEVERE IDENTITY THEFT USING PRINTS TO...

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coconuts' concuss light-craze boggles ~ sight failing tourists blearing up dented sand cups nut hammer screwdriver to milk machete dispatch caribe-dude's swingin's no match now - To The Gators! ...

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It's not a road trip it's a pup cup run with dogs dairy queen's drive-thru...

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nor peace that dwell below us even in the depths of hell let Satan hoisted His bright sails of light and darkness to all the ships that sail voices sing out towards the dark wine sea bring forth the ubiquitous blue light from the melodic swing of the pendulum while navigating through dark spaces we need ice water to quench our...

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She always had one In her hand. “Peanut butter cups,” She’d say, “They help me forget.” She spent her saved change On peanut butter cups At the 7-11 down the road Every day. She would come to class Holding a peanut butter cup And would sit in the second row— Second chair— Eating it silently. When she was done She would fold the wrapper Into a little heart And slip it into...

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I need to be held It's a deep yearning For pain to be taken away "Just tell me it's ok" a silent prayer I know it's ok But not that I'm ok Other than I'm accepted Praised even - validated But there's the me bit of me Just flailing around Needing comforting arms To take away my chaos All the broken bits That I sweep up But never...

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Crazy white rabbit trumpeter had a magic horn You could hear its cloudy sound past the Iowa corn I think he is in cups again my great-great-grandma said. She always knew when he was stoned out of his head....

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Reading Thomas More at a bar in Prospect Park, when she said “Do you have an extra pen?” That tarot reading didn’t last long I don’t even particularly believe in that kind of witchcraft but she got me to admit things I didn’t even know I knew. She’s in California now I am in her Brooklyn apartment sitting on her hardwood floor, trying to stop her cat from...

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Filling my cup over with all of the overflowing love For my past and my present lovers sent from up above. Indeed it was through them I have found true peace in mutual suave....

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Four cups of wine Fruit of the vine Sounds like a mighty fine time Truth be told, it's drunk late at night with kids up and cranky It's not my idea of a delight Many heads will be spinning for...

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Sin is a revelation. It is God who shows us OUR sin. He also points to the BLOOD OF JESUS as the antidote. Sin is only seen to be SIN - against God - when He reveals it. Otherwise WE just talk of it as a wrong against a sibling. Or sin as an...

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~ A Passover Tale ~ Four cups of wine They say I must drink I’m getting too old for this Don't you think... But I psyched myself up and drank the first cup The room didn’t spin I thought I might win… Then came a second cup and later a third I glanced at my son ...

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Are there feelings you must put out? Or something you need to go about?...

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If passion could be a voice. What tune will be performed? If joy was a tangle. Is it going to fall apart? If love was a meal. What will it taste like? If you spread it to others. Will it be a pointless exercise? Perhaps affection is best seen. Across cups of loneliness?...

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