Supping Poems

       Irene, dear cat
       Ate a fat rat
       Supping on this dish
       Now eyes my goldfish


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God is standing at your door
giving an appointed time to come
for He's knocking at your heart
waiting to hear your step one by one

When God puts out this call
He issues an if casting doubt
for you need ears and eyes open
to receive...Read More

They maneuver more slowly now
a hum of wings and shuffling feet
trailing the mist of fading warmth
staying closer to home and hive
supping on summer’s last morsels
collecting the nectar of dreams
to nurture the promise of hope


©9/6/2019

FAREWELL, SUMMER poetry Contest
Nette Onclaud - sponsor

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the words
spoke clear and were defined
in each and every different
sylaball.
trust me to never
love you
she said in the moments
she allowed him to see her
than my presence is wanted
might they agree to meet!
either in it's meaning,
or pursuance of direction
might the lesser confusion
of...Read More

The Greenwood - Villanelle

     Under the ancient greenwood’s leafy shade,
     Beneath the hornbeam and the spreading oak
     Where moonglow shines into the sylvan glade

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The croft was the centre of our universe,
About it all day we kids would converse.
We talked of raiding a few streets away, 
We would steal their wood without delay.
Then on the night, we stood, eyes bright,
As the grown ups, the...Read More

Viv had planned to be out supping real ale
But his wife had a different idea
Furniture assembly - Viv's face turn pale
but he gritted his teeth, and said ‘yes dear’

Alas, to poor Viv's utter dismay
the instruction booklet could not be found
With...Read More

Life...... 

The old man sits there with a tear in his eye
Been reminiscing for hours doesn't know why
He's taken back to the days when he was young
A lad just fourteen all his songs yet unsung

Working alongside his dad on the...Read More

A phenomena misinformed is a mispronunciation of a garbled gargled juice. Only released once. Not twice. Nor three times. In fact the catchment period for enticing a cake is relative only to atmospheric pressure conditions. Obviously whirling! Cantankerous hound on...Read More

palm me them poems
oh ye noble fright face of love
crawl from me on spidering digits
webbing for butterflies sighs regret
listen for the howling horror moons
consume your mind though vessels
supping doom from reluctant paths
greet from me these things of desire
lessons for the...Read More

Each Wednesday evening, we eat soup and bread.
A simple meal like one our Savior ate,
Supping with dear and closest, trusted friends,
Taking the food to meet his coming fate.
Every one is regretfully afraid,
Realizing that our precious Savior dies.

Revolted that our black...Read More

Did you see me as you looked into her eyes
Did you even see the tears I'd cry
How could you allow another love into your strong arms
Holding her against your chest, like superman taking her to outerspace
That used to be my...Read More

Popplecoook met popplwwock on a jacket mending mission to a culinary planet. It was varied and various. The threads that were woven. To entice a frozen omelette to rise amidst the blackness and create a circular charm. And even when...Read More

In July last, that certain barrier I passed,
I reached the age of seventy at last.
Now then, as far as I am concerned,
Certain things I can do that I have earned.
Retired from work don't need the excuses,
I can put working hours...Read More

Pub in Yorkshire with stout and ale aplenty. 
Red faces sweating with alcohol's influence. 
Singing fine songs in reverie and ecstasy. 
Salivating at arrival of that succulent essence. 

Tender juicy slices of beef covered with gravy. 
A splendour when touched...Read More

NB - familiarity with the pronunciation of the British place names in this poem is essential to comprehend some of the lines - and to ensure the tongue twisting effect in parts.

The Seven Siren Sisters of old Cirencester
Are more infamous...Read More

Bilocating bison on a leopard printed dash to save the whale. When money is organic and organs play. Sunbathing on a nightshift is never that clever in a see through nightgown. Plus the sheer fact that oversized condoms in snake...Read More

EMBRACED - Embraced 

Her eyes and lips captivating, 
her large nostrils and paws supping at the wind. 
Trying to flee, her lustful charisma embraced  me. 

Her darkness twirls around in my head, 
entering at my own free will. 
Afraid,...Read More

Cast to the left of me, cast to my right
Cast out in front of me but I can’t get a bite
I’ve changed my tactics many times, tried legering and float
And now the heavy pouring rain has soaked right through my...Read More

(A Spoon River Poem)

You loved me well, you loved me long,
even with joy fading from my eyes,
my beauty your heart's silent song,
and sorrow hidden in burnished skies.

Six strapping sons feathered our nest,
pride your meat, and hope your drive
for peace to...Read More

I sit upon the harbour wall
And feel the warm sun on my face.
I turn my gaze far out to sea
And watch the happy dolphins play.
Bright sunbeams slanting through the clouds
Are searchlights toying with the waves.

I lean against the cold hard...Read More

Down the bottom of the garden
where the mushrooms abound
is where you will find our home
pretty houses made of cobwebs

They sparkle and glitter in the sun
see our fairy ring where we dance
the largest mushroom is a palace
the home of our beautiful...Read More

Things were not advancing much

though we hurtled across the tar;

conversation was grinding to a halt

 & that was something

 I  needed desperately  to avert.

“Ah! Yes,” he interposed quite eerily,

Having clearly read my thoughts, yet again:

“The halt and the...Read More

VOICES SOFTLY TINKLING IN THE BREEZE
TINY SHADOWS AMONGST THE TREES
GOSSAMER WINGS FLUTTERING LIKE BEES
THE FAERIES ARE IN MY GARDEN

GAILY THEY PLAY IN THE LONG LONG GRASS
RACING ON DRAGONFLIES DONT WANT TO BE LAST
SITTING ON DAISY HEADS YOU HEAR THEM LAUGH
THE...Read More

Sat beneath the stars we were, supping pepsi from a can
on the bridge near castle farm, just hiding from me mam 
Twas 10 o clock and fairly dark for kids of just fourteen 
But we were brave and strong and...Read More