Short Sloop Poems

When you sail a sloop in slop,
be prepared to stop, regroup;
time spent on the choppy seas
throws you for a loop, makes wobbly knees.

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Another Kloang: xxxxaxb xxxxbxa xxxxbxc xxxxaxxxc...

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But before I could enjoy such a moment
I first had to put my sloop into port,
just as the ship of my soul must now
find an anchor-hold, somewhere in
this vast ocean of melancholy blue, so deep
no rope could reach the bottom....

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have heard latest scoop
do join poetry group
then should have some soup
(take ride on a sloop)
(stand under a stoop)
(around start to troop)
(be thrown for a loop)
(clean poop from a coop)
(clean up all the goop)
(then jump through a hoop)
(then eat cantaloupe)...

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Only A Fool for Trump Horn Limerick

Only a fool for Trump did fall
Pretends to think that protocol
Is method we have to use
Whether like it or not or want to abuse
Everything did want to dispute it all.

Jim Horn

Saw one last piece of cereal
in cereal bowl. Only soup is
in a soup bowl. Remember 
John B's Sloop?

Jim Horn...

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Elizabeth: squat river with cranes, tugs, wharfs abristle,
Its broad, deep-dredged breadth plied by warship and merchant mammoth,
Ships with haughty grandeur gliding along buoyed channel—
Lofty titans sneering down on collier, barge, sloop at sail
And, on fog-bound nights, soothing sleepers with moans baritone.



November 21, 2016
Form-River Line-Poetry Contest
Rick Parise, Sponsor...

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     Poetry Soup rhymes with Poetry Group
        not to mention Poetry Loop
          as well as Poetry Troupe 
             Poetry Troop, 
               Poetry Sloop
                 and Poetry Hoop

     Each of which could vie with Poetry Soup
         for first prize ~ a 2025 Ferrari Sports Coupe


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     Please cast your ballot at: 
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Sunlight dances on dew.
      A cock crows in the distance.
The faded scent of the sea
     escorts my morning stroll.

As I pass the dock,
     my step keeps time to the 
gentle moan of a sloop in tether
     and the island emerges.

The turquoise promise of infinite sky
     beckons me
and I wonder what 
     will be of the day

A faint rumble of pots and pans
     confirms my suspicion
 of coffee and bacon
     and draws me in.

I think,
      This is Key West....

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