P. Poems - Poems about P.

The 1st Commandment does not forbid us to honor the saints in Heaven As long as we do not give them the honor that belongs to Eternal God alone When we pray to the saints we ask them to offer their prayers to Eternal God for us We do not pray to the crucifix Or the images of Father...

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Prominent Pleiadian pyramids. Poised, pronounced perfection. Perplexing, preserved peaks. Panoramic, picturesque pinnacles. Prophetic programming purposes, Protecting prisoner proteges....

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The first poem I posted on Soup. One of the first 200 poems I deleted. I found a rough copy in an old scribble book. Hardware Blues. My dad he went down fighting, to keep his local hardware store But the big boys took his customers and the bank said “Shut the door”. He had sales...

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Keep out of the kale and the captain’s keg Lazy light foot like you could lose your leg Miserable moments mastered by minion Meg Never needless, yet not necessary without a doubt Olive Orangutan outrageously opted out Providing persnickety persimmons a playful pout...

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Mud puddle Marvin makes messy mixes Never nailed Nanette notices noodles by nixes Ostentatious Oscar organizes oatmeal fixes Providing proof personified, pixie counts by sixes...

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Paula persnickety poppycock provided proof Questioning quarrelsome quick-witted quail Responsible radicals reacted, reminding raised roof Shopworn shortbread shakes shifty ships and shale...

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In an alphabet book that my grandson once liked, One page unfamiliar to me Which, in turn, got my curiosity spiked, Was the animal listed for P. For a pangolin isn’t your average beast, But an anteater covered in scales, Looking quite prehistoric from head to, not least Of its features, those long spiky nails. It waddles in search of its main source...

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[Perhaps this is apart of my twisted delusions? Oh, mundane, antithetical, to dream of a median--a deranged, psychotic thought.] [“I ponder the chains of order; perpetually asphyxiating a ‘disobedience’. Why, why we need of persecuting the good?”] [Malice subsumes those who yet to temper, and sorrow enshrouds those refined. Crux, crux, I call to, whom ignore my...

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Bulgaria...Well done.' Sweden scored a hole in one.' Papua New Guinea.' You got me stunned.!! Three great Examples.!! As I see.!) Eschewing the con-vid intent of A rabid W H O decree..No pop up tent events.!! No guilt schemes Playing on t v..? No radio dj's holy moly-ing it seems.? Just the general tide of life.' More or less.? In...

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How to describe in words What i feel? The piano it can spill The music of my heart. But to share the soul in prose? Piano keys are not enough for me They sing of my soul the colour the feel Never the goddam juicy meat. Must i cut myself up? Feed the earth with my many pieces. Finally rise...

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Light larkish lackadaisical lassie lithe and lean Measured Mesopotamia’s millionth mammoth, not all mean Nonetheless, noticing the level of lithium in a coffee bean, Opposing ornery ocelots who are seldom city seen Providing palatable parables to Patty, platypus who loves to preen Quarreling with irksome quail-herders who captivated lassie’s queen Resisting relatives reaching for gardenia’s gruesome globs of green Stalwart soldiers seriously...

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MUSIC a resonate reverberating resound...

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HIROSHIGI lingering landscapes CANALETTO captivating canals GUARDI venetian vistas TWINKU a double word distich with integral title ...

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What's with this nudging- this perpetual nudging from deep within, urging me to write a poem? A poem of feelings, of rhythm and imagery. And I am willing- Grasping for words, phrases, perhaps something in iambic pentameter. But I am so spaced out. I swivel my eyes- back to front, peering into the folds of my spaced-out mind. My impenetrable gaze sifts through gray matter, where arteries pulse with bright scarlet oxygenated blood, where...

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Don't worry Son, there's nothing to fear Is that what you expected to hear No, I think we're the feast Of this rampaging beast Whose horn's about to puncture your rear...

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