Chap Poems - Poems about Chap

I know who could have your grave dug, Your life stop with a reserved slug Just for bearing a water jug And treading on his Persian rug... Not that jug's content you had spilled But you have his trust in you killed In his heart carved a wound not healed Of the things he'd seek: Battlefield! The chap who could seize someone's mug And...

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No Vanity Set For This Chap, No Way (in praise of immortality) Modesty an understatement, when eyes chance to look askew at looking glass, mine reflection caught at a glance, an old man's piercing dart mirrors my blinkered acquaintance faint recognition communicates immediate tacit admittance boyish good looks faded with morning glory of youth as senescence didst advance. Similar to the strikingly handsome Dorian Gray, this mortal strictly shares...

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SPRING CHAP GOH MEI Subtle spring fest as earth awakes, Prompt thus the surge of vibrant feel; Rich flavours nest in ample takes, Intense the urge of nature's will; Note how joy hurls such fragrant times, Glimpses of grace moves fertile soil. Calm vivid swirls accord warm chimes, Here in clear trace busy hands toil; Abide fond cheer wise touch of hope, Peace spreads a...

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though I yam Caucasian, tis rightful to honor that most bitter racist genocidal crime nonetheless ovation qua quintessential significant contribution vis a vis that doth litter anonymous multitudinous peoples many unknown dark skinned souls bravely fought as non quitter with melanin so coon...

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this just one example of many peoples UNFAIRLY subjected to subservience and exempt from enjoying the fruits of their labor. January twelfth two thousand and ten (original date this communique writ then kept wedged where in no wise bore visual witness vis a vis near annihilation and destruction of African, Haitian, South American, et...

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It was the night before Christmas when all through the Soup Many were still writing trying to regroup Their sonnets were written with delicate care Hoping the judges would at least be fair Some poets whose muses had already gone to bed Struggled to find words lost in their heads Into Christmas Pleiades some tried...

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You got a brand name Everyone knows you You shine every day So they just admire you Thought of a wrong age Miscalculated in mind Your flesh isn’t too old Like so same as mine A brilliant chap Can talk a lot of words You can see him grinning Though he’s just alone Did I almost forget? Oh you love to squeeze me Almost ashamed You did see me...

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I recall, bringing you home, quite small and cuddly Bouncing around eyes flashing, ears floppy. Your passion: chewing all and making mess around Put your head down as you heard my foot sound. But were my security guard in my old age Barking at each of passer-by in rage. When I had hard days at work, you waited for me Wagging...

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There was an old chap from Calcutta, Who bought a new wood as a putter. ‘A bogey?’ he coughed. ‘This green isn’t soft -’ And swallowed a ball in mid-splutter. For Craig’s Golf limerick contest, 31st March...

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PAL Pal was all waggles and wiggles loved to wrestle He could jump his backyard fence so easily To play with the children who loved him Perhaps the love given on both sides that summer was enough Perhaps I could forgive myself someday For calling Pal across the busy street to play But...

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Rain waited for Bjorg to return, never gone long. He was a strange one, forgetting herself aptly. She couldn’t think of herself other than human, although she had never met anyone like she. Her father seemed to understand her somewhat. He had died almost five thousand years before. She knew that she could foresee the future, but in the deep recesses, she...

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There was once a chap of a zoological crew And he got always plenty to do One day he was prey Nothing else more to say So ended the fellow's life in the zoo...

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Your head on my lap When I’m feeling like a sap My four legged chap By Robb A. Kopp...

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The tall girl with skinned knees hair of straw Shirley ‘the hag’ Her voice cracks when she talks Skinny torn knees knock when she walks She will flavor all Shirleys to come Her face above left or right of any Shirley When the hag skips rope She clacks like a...

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"""Incontinent of self without the Lord I either am or am not it would seem always in some way, as it always in all ways does seem to govern me, on a collision course with Him, you, the rest of this, ours, His perfect world. My views, ideas strengths given me I begin to presume...

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