Short Sop Up Poems

no matter what they say
inand way
or do
my is ture
i 
WILL NOT SOP LOVING YO...

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Cuddle me this
Dipped in a painted bliss
drip
drip
drop
She wets my lips
sip
sip
sop
I fail to wake up
The snokeflake melts...

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fumble, bumble, flop and drop

yes no doubt i am a sop

this new years resolution

uphold my constitution

dust myself off with a mop....

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Ryed too
Cause I love you
To make you smile
Your are gods child
Didn't hurt your feeling
What I said wasn't appealing
I say don't poke
You got sop
Can you
TAKE AJOKE...

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opinionated 
sop box 
rants 
not really 
dealing with
a specific 
situation 
instead 
venting 
over 
past 
hurts 
never 
truly 
moving 
past any 
issue that 
plagued the 
scarred soul...

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Should you let it go by?
should you let love,life, and dreams leave?
take one breath at a time
live it like its your last.
Cant sop or stop,have to deal
I'm telling you to go for it
never let it go....

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You melt my butter.
You sop my gravy.
There is no other
like my redneck baby.

You're the frost on my mug;
the salt on my pretzel.
You really squish my mud.
You're the one I want to wrestle.

But if faithful, you're not,
or you be loose and fast;
not Cupid's arrow shot,
but mine, in your ass!

Love, Arlene...

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Poor Claire with arthritis she’d battle,
Her bones would shake like a rattle,
She was always tight-lipped,
But her dress she finally zipped,
Relieved she would go on and prattle.


To Ireland, Claire went on a hop
And promptly was caught by a cop
Her face was so red
For in drink she was bred
Till they fed her with milk and a sop....

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At the mussel restaurant
You order up a pot.
Ceremoniously, they’re served,
Piled high and piping hot.

Scoop some shells and use your tiny
Fork to pull the meat.
Sop the sauce with crusty bread,
Each bite a tasty treat.

Sip a draft beer and relax
For everything’s all right.
A mussel feast’s the perfect way
To welcome Friday night....

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The spring brings on the blooming trees
And flowers everywhere.
I can’t deny the beauty, but
There’s pollen in the air.

I dare not step outside the door,
Inside cannot escape it.
Eyes are tearing, nose is running.
Tempting me to tape it.

A big sneeze turns on the faucet,
I sop it with my socks,
Rush into bathroom just to find
An empty tissue box....

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The consumer is said to be 
The all-right-man
But it hardly exists
Hegemony is never welcomed
Consumer too has to obey regulations
Follow SOP
On a visit to shops
When buying goods
Has to bear the result of inflation
Prices soaring up high
Subject to tricks and dishonesty
of businessman
A win-win-situation is welcomed instead
The world is made for everyone
To survive...

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Border reopens 
After a long long time
A tremendous flow of cars and people
Crossing the border
As though limitless
No more barriers
No more restrictions
No more ban
That doesn't mean you're totally free
As an invisible barrier does exist
We refuse violation of SOP
We refuse violation of laws
We refuse wars and  terrorists
We lift the ban only for the people
But never the virus
Or the crimes...

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Book is the only stop
Where all halt from top
For knowledge or whop
Of all sort and thoughts slop.
Though it clear drains prop
For teacher or for carhop.
They are vaguely clear lop
Whenever read makes plop
Of cognition to take you atop.
This is for money a great swop.
These are sooth in great strop
For those who keep them at doorstop.
What a pleasure they are as sop.
I loved to have ignorance to mop....

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My phone a private gadget
Sweetheart-
My dress a private garment
Sweetheart-
My weave a private attire
Sweetheart-
My Sop a private program

My roam private trekking
Dear-
My wallet a poach in heart
Lover-
My calls meetings in camera
Baby-
My texts unpublished docs

My utmost toast -
All of this belongs to you
Except what I've said not
This wrist dear you for
This private your public lot
Sweetheart-
I love you  a lot...

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Nowadays we're not free to do what we like
Omicron is the FBI
Unseen and axists anywhere
It's a spy globally
We do distancing ,wearing masks,washing hands
To disguise and to avoid it
We cann't afford to be careless
Because we're blind in the mind and the senses
Whenever facing them
Maybe only the six senses can tell it's somewhere near
And obey SOP before it's too late
Perhaps it comes only to capture the "disobedients"
Does it...

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My love for you has grown
As we have too.
I can`t sop thinking bout` you.
We stick together through thick and thin
As we take each others hand.

Having this feeling that has been felt with no other
Has left me with a sensation that I don't dare to lose.
You mean the world to me as I do to you.
Becoming stronger and more meaningful 
I know this is true.

I don't ever wonder if it is too good to be true 
Simply because I love you....

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Pardon me sir, but did you not just break wind?
Pardon me sir, but don't you feel a bit chagrined?

Pardon me sir, but I deem your faux pas mighty gross!
Pardon me sir, but you've left me feeling a bit morose!

Pardon me sir, but on this bus we don't enjoy your sop!
Pardon me sir, may I suggest you de-bus at the next stop!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved

Entry for Poetess Darkly's "Pardon Me, Did You Just..." Contest...

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To escape from further quarantine
To escape from further boredom 
To escape from further Nucleic Acid Test 
People prefer domestic travel
Instead of foreign travel
People believe 
Less risk more joy 
With SOP they will be safe
Although the sun, the sceneries
And the people they meet
Are the same
But they look a bit different
Because of long absence
And the glory of God is warmer
Because of survival being heartily granted
Once and forever...

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An action to fight the virus
After a long long war
Maybe is to live with it
Some people invoke our interest in 
Living with the virus
Before something else besides SOP
Can be done
Just like you live with your loved ones 
Although they are not perfect 
Just like you have to face your enemies before
They repent and renew themselves
God love everyone and He has given him
The right to have the best choice
And to every choice
There is a consequence...

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Cold rain stop my loneliness,
don't cause me unhappy moments;
spring returns, springs brings joy...
geese fly over the big, green valley!

Ahead of me, I see the streams 
flowing past the gleaming meadows;
under the tall spruces the lilies 
of the valley wave in warm sun rays!

Cold rain stop my loneliness,
don't keep on pouring down;
suddenly all the bluebirds
have stopped flying and warbling
in the woods and I am searching
for some signs of bright sun!...

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