Long Moppet Poems

Mrs Moppet decided to go to the beach
as it was such a sunny day.
Loading up her car with kids and picnic
they set off singing as they went.
The road was long and very twisty
and half way...

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Angel you are and you will forever be
Your magical feathery touch
And mouth-watering dishes much
From our birth to your death 
Loved you we did, with all our heart
For you are our very breath

Love us you will...

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I


Which time is better?
Which season is better?
Which companion is better?
Which age is better?
Were some of my thoughts as......

I carried my drowsy cherub on my shoulders
cautiously walking in my garden
so that sleep is not disturbed
by my...

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MOON

I’m appears in the sky
In the dark and after the dusk.
In the morning sun gives a light
To the celestial world
People cannot watch the sun
Through his eyes constantly
In the pleasantful night with
Breezy air, enveloped them
They look...

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I have a strange malady
curiously effecting me
for I am very susceptible
to words of a variety

Words like cushlamachree
or hobbledehoy
give me such joy...
that my brain begins burbling
at a fantastic rate
things like bamboozle, bumfuzzle
blatteroon, and bombinate!
Bogged down in...

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Fox glove tangos with the evening winds
My little Nicole had grown
What cradle doth she now lay without fatherly kiss?
How is my fairest one now turned a mist that hast flown?

It grieves to sing lullabies to...

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The wood is too seasoned, the grain hoary.
the moppet has grown insane,
its wood now riddled with timeless lies.
A cat in a dark corner will not look at it.
Mice cower under its grim shadow.

In a twilit...

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falling rain, droplet by droplet
pane pain pane
sipping on leaves
fall falling
failing to see

leaves livestock
lumbering, conceited
between the pages
their veins throbbing
as a moppet scribbles

over their bones
with primary colors
heavy-fisted, fat crayons
that melt

into the whirligig
cheek flames
and bright eyes
follow the track

jump...

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As a moppet he was never afraid of the dark,
he never understood that fear.
From the start
he knew this non-specific creature of terror
wasn’t real;
It was his mom’s attempt
to modify his behavior.
“If you don’t behave
the boogeyman will...

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The master forces his clowns to laugh 
when polka dots become the wearers.
An audience roars…a  pained choreograph;
behind the scene,  the wounded howl tears.

What man is he who tugs the moppet strands?
Twisting acts at...

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Innocent, juvenile, moppet
I am a child
Courageous, gallant, dauntless
I am a free spirit
Hearing, heeding, harking
I am a listener
Open, direct, frank
I am honest
Liberal, understanding, unsparing
I am generous
Trite, worn out, bathetic
I am tired
Divided, severed, separated
I am divorced
Forebearer, ascendant,...

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