Airs Poems - Poems about Airs

The air can be relatively silent or noiseful wind – sort of like, flatulence – both blessing and curse~ depending on where and when. The who, more often, not forthright. Do we wrongly blame God, for our own airs – what we take in...

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If lower court grants bail one day, High court stays, saying oh, no way, Ah with judicial airs Courts play musical chairs, And the top court then stays the stay. Too bad, justice delayed When weighed, weighed and reweighed, Perfection still remains at bay. _______________________________ Happenings |05.07.2024| justice Poet’s note: And this ditty wonders if the country (and the world as well) is aware...

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Airs above ground fly White, gray beauty, piaffe, dance Equine Poetry...

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Darling diva cow puts on airs, said Ruth Could. Weird for her usual smell is nicotine putrid. No one can stand the stench of her pores or her coat. Barnyards smelled better with cows, pigs and one goat. Is that her? I asked pointing to a cow with legs. She was kicking one up, practically showing us eggs. Yes, and she...

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To qualify as an educated gent to certain boarding-schools one must be sent To learn how to position one's fork and knife and raise one's pinkie, unlike lowlifes A gent speaks with an air of charm and grace his nose gradually rising...

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No pretence No airs and graces Just be real No “two faces” Be authentic Just be You Let your true spirit shine through Your fairness, honesty Integrity will show Kindness to all Compassion, goodness will flow Don’t fear vulnerability Or to admit you were wrong It does not create weakness It enlightens, renders you strong Let your humour be present Smile and laugh each day Don’t take life to seriously Don’t...

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The woman wore her faux fox hat with an air of elegance and pride I am used to real furs, my daddy is a dealer, and he shows me each hide She acts with a touch of snobbery, which I think is totally amusing If she could see animals turned into pelts, her vanity would be confusing....

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I am the wind the textured curl of clouds those specks of glitter silver and gold are my illustrative gleams the foiling wings that flutter and flap feathers ripe with color complementing all rosy hills a rolling kiss a splash of blush a dash of spicy dish the pepper and the salt of a morning's stirring serving see me in the meadows there where wildflowers overflowing bees and butterflies how...

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The cool evening airs Sweeps across her moonlit hair Gently laying, bare her extraordinary beauty. By a pleasant breeze of fragrant air That blows gently across her wavey hair. Hypnotically twisting and flittering Curling and swirling her flowing hair with each gentle breeze That I could not stop but to stare Oh Blair, My Blair how much more can I bare, I sit here in profound...

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Another word for exaggeration is hyperbole One word is fine, so why did we need two? I don’t know, seems utterly redundant to me Not being an etymologist, I haven’t a clue. One for common folks, the other for the elite? Seems someone couldn’t agree, and that’s fine, I’ll settle for exaggeration, a word that’s neat Hyperbole ... if I’m trying to...

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Yes I speak French the brazen imposter bragged. A lie said the countess, for his speech surely lagged....

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The black ones I got from my mother, The glamourpuss Welsh princess; The red ones came from my dad, The freckled Irish redbeard; The blonde ones were mine as a baby, Ringlets that bounced when I ran; As a child I turned to a light brunette, Thick and fine, flecked with my ancestry. But the grey ones are all my own doing: I made...

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When you doggies go airy with too much of the dairy ...

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Airs and Graces On their faces A gaze down the nose Other silly shows Illusions of grandeur A grand amour Of self deception False Perception Take a better look We are the open book Their airs and graces Reflected on our faces. Diana Dalton 2 Feb 2017...

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whispering of winds sibilant, susurrations inspiring insights braggart's boring boasts haughty, howlingly hollow a wisp and a whiff tintinnabulum continuously caressed potent priapic wet and wheezy whine old nick now is not so nice whispering wraiths wait...

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