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Best Poems Written by Rob Metcalf

Below are the all-time best Rob Metcalf poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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tiny lanterns-
burning bright
in darkest watches
of the night
like elvish sprites-
come beckoning
although never-
truly reckoning
of children filled-
with summer rapture
intent upon-
a quest to capture
venting to-
the purpling skies
their excited-
and delighted cries
of fireflies!!,fireflies!!!

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A Touch of Frost

where death has dealt it's fatal blow
an angry sea it bears to mind
a swell of tears begins to flow
in words,no haven do I find
for memories run true and deep-
and so I weep
and so I weep

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Sniper Haiku

a world of bruised toes
tap-dancing in a mine field
will we ever learn?

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And Then I Met You

aimless and blind
I wasted my youth
left friendship behind 
in search of the truth
no wiser but sadder
ah,but that never mattered 
'cause then I met you

I did my hitch
sowed my wild oats
I burned all my bridges
and sunk all my boats
while the rats had all scattered
ah,but none of that mattered 
'cause then I met you

yeah when I met you
you pulled me through
you gave me a clue 
when I so didn't know what to do

blitzed on the booze
fresh out of hope
I had nothing to lose
at the end of my rope
I was mad as a hatter
the fact of the matter-
but then I met you
yeah then I met you 
and then I met you!

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Ode To Rock'N'Roll

a toast to those who wove the tunes
that so inspired in many ways
in tapestries of harmony
of marmalade and purple haze
as our cheers rang often,loud and long
our flames leapt up in highest praise
for the music of the troubadours...
ah yes,those were the days!

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Weekend Warrior

like Crusoe when it's friday
on saturday a satyr lurks
sunday comes,no rest for wicked
monday I crawl to work.

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Desperado

a cocky young shooter called Bill
believed no one could rival his skill
alas it was liquor
that proved to be quicker
as they loaded him off to boot hill.

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Smelly Haiku

oh no,there he goes-
the one who stole your onions
the skunk that he is!

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Little Pig,Little Pig,A Rewrite

little pig beware the lupine cliques-
that prowl the woods of politics
the scent of money they adore
as all the while they howl for more
yowling from the forest floor
beguiling with their wily tricks
forego the straws and fragile sticks
and build your house of bricks!

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Salad Toss

the cukes were cool
while carrots saw clear
the coming assault
of asparagus spears
red peppers hot tempered
tomatoes were thrown
and the onions sat crying-
LETTUCE ALONE!*

it is what it is gang!