Short Supped Poems

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Premium Member St Patrick's Day Disaster

Old Paddy supped ten pints of ale Now drunk as a skunk, he turned pale He slewed to the right Got into a fight Now Paddy’s residing in jail! 03~14~17
Form: Limerick


Facts and Facets of Fiction

Fictional vista
Lulls us with fleeting solace, 
And euphoria's blue waves.

But when the day dies, 
We're supped by fire of facts, 
And by its million facets. 

Copyright: 02062014
Form: Sedoka

Jesus Enjoyed

Jesus Enjoyed

Jesus sinners always enjoyed saving them,
Even when times were turbulent or grim;
Cautious at times,
While writing rhymes;
He supped with friend who was a seraphim. 

Jim Horn
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Form: Limerick

Premium Member Risky World

Thankful, that an earthquake hadn't struck
on another nervous day of luck, 
I sat, and from my coffee cup, I supped,
hoping a volcano wouldn't interrupt, 
not knowing that in the heavens, sped
an asteroid pointed at my head.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Limerick: Once a Bengal Tigress Supped On a Goat

Limerick : Once a Bengal Tigress supped on a Goat

Once a Bengal Tigress supped on a Goat
The horns – pardon – got stuck in her throat
A Dentist pulled one out
The other by a Scout
Now – sad to say – Both made her bloat.

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2013
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Form: Limerick


Premium Member Homework

Someone said
97%  
Former addicts
Return to addiction

He never felt addiction's hand
Then supped with The Source of redemption

Instead

He sided with ''MORE''
More evil surpasses good
More hands toy with fire
More folks welcome slow death

Not so!

*

Whiskey whiskers

Puss cat had the zoomies
By the moon she sang.
The stars blazed like footlights
for a meow band set.
Mic held aloft in paws
she pranced atop a tree
and supped a bowl of whiskey
Her voice was tiddly woo.
Snowy owls played gentle games
with backing choirs of mice	
who twanged the golden whiskers
of that punk, feline lead.

Premium Member Siestas

All age, gender, race, let's drink!
Time is potent as rest, think!
Sleep and breathe pure green
My sanctuary sports breezy scene
Wake up, fall in love with life.

Beneath canopy of green i supped
Woke up and fell in love with life
Second sleep is sweeter still
We rise with natural high, thrilled
Life is on from there,
Love flows in silent actions.

*

Premium Member They Trained Their Birds

They trained their birds to stay incredibly still.
Like statues, reported my cousin Mrs. McGill.
The birds did not make a single sound as they supped.
The table was linen, and all prissily gussied up.

The birds were the best trained I had ever seen.
Their statuesque presence was totally pristine.
They silently stayed in position on that tea sipping day.
Pooping white goo on the shoulders of Mrs. McVey.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Sugar Daddy - Two Lenses

Childhood Days I’d heap spoonfuls of sugar in my tea I wouldn’t drink it without it you see That sweet syrupy drink Wasn’t poured down the sink Every single drop was supped up by me! Adulthood Dad’s diabetes made me think - Did I need to sweeten my drink So I cut sugar out And I don’t have a doubt I’m slimmer and I’m in the pink Contest: Two Lenses Sponsor Sara Kendrick 02~20~16
Form: Limerick

Premium Member What Was, Will Forever Be

What Was, Will Forever Be Written: by Tom Wright October 2015 In youth, I envisioned not what life would be, So with each day’s dawning, as sun came up; I questioned, if ripening years I’d see, As I daily supped from a bittersweet cup. As years accrued, dreams became an illusion, Causing me to question the life I’d chosen. I’d given too little of myself in conclusion, And now in the past it seems I’m frozen.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

Alright beaut?

"Alright beaut?"
The landlady said
As she poured a fresh pint 
Of Ale for our Fred

"Hangin" said Fred
As he supped at his beer
"I been working all week 
Restoring that pier"

Nice little earner
For someone, you see
Brings all the punters 
Down to the sea

Property prices
Will go through the roof
But will be much too high 
For Gethin and Ruth

They'll be displaced
Just over the border
In cheap rundown flats
Where others marauder
fun
Form: Rhyme

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