Long Tea leaf Poems

I was born within the sound of Bow bells in the east end of London, this makes me a true cockney, I own a cock and sparrow down by the shake and shiver, I sell...

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The Great Bell of Bow

I feel such a Steam Tug and no Porkies
Some Tea Leaf Half Inched me Jam jar

In me local Nuclear Sub you wouldn’t Christmas Eve it
Almost totally Boracic on the way to...

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The Great Bell of Bow

I feel such a Steam Tug and no Porkies
Some Tea Leaf Half Inched me Jam jar

In me local Nuclear Sub you wouldn’t Christmas Eve it
Almost totally Boracic on the way to...

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She told me she stopped drinking to avoid a hangover
This, I laughed at 
She does a lot of things almost like idiocy but I wouldn’t dare call it that
Not doing things to evade the consequence...

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Too Good For Me

You want me to be a dancer
But my rhythm is in my speech
Always asking me for answers
When the words are out of reach
You say I've got no angel 
Watching over me
She left...

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denied  creation                        once sighted beard man
that seperate    ...

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I Like The 'Black Tea, The White Tea
and The English Breakfast & Earl Grey'
and I Serve 'Rooibos' and 'Ginger'  Teas
In My Silver Pot, Cups & Tray

I Like The 'Rose Tea and Herbal Teas 
&...

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Cheerio old chap!
O’ mighty Prometheus
Invited to this a tea party
Alas this ole social gathering
Frankenstein and his closest friends
There on the table
A vast variety of wolf cakes
Games to partake of
A tea cup treasure hunt
Tea leaf Pictionary
Sugar...

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Cool Moe B

Back in the day we used to pray
 Others say it ought not be that way
 Snake pit, lion's den you need someone to be your friend
 Your a soldier in the army...

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Over a spooning cup of long dead coffee,
which; isn’t cutting it anymore, I look across the bay, 
under the wings of a seabird, and imagine all
count-less names, over the years, written in shore sand, ...

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the pilot arrives 

When the world was big, and my ship left Trinidad just
as the sun set over the blue Caribbean and women, at the dockside waved goodbye forever, or perhaps not, if the ship...

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One More Cuppa Tea 

to the unknowing
the cup is empty,
slightly stained,
laced with miniscule
cracks.  It has a glossy
sheen., polished
by life’s luster,
buffed and buffeted
by its burdens,
distilling Orange Pekoe
fortunes, reflecting
the passage of time
in the eyes of
the tea...

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I don't exactly know the how or why

I can't even explain it

But i have or was given a gift

I am a fortune teller / medium

I can read card's
Decipher tea leaves

Predict and tell the future

And converse...

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What is she making? Someone asks, wondering aloud.
She is a pretty girl, friendly, but not overly loud.
It looks like something red, someone replies. Maybe berries?
There is a little bit of tittering from the tea leaf...

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She spent her life doing just the one thing, 
One thing that people payed for,
The one thing nobody else could do…
They’d pay to watch her perform,

She’d tell them their future with a little tea leaf,...

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I have a cup full of tea leaves
that my story, it is suppose to
hold.

I don't know if I believe this
but the cup is lovely enough
I should at least listen as it is
told.

Gripped tightly the handle...

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