Best Feather Bed Poems

Daydreaming of you is all I seem to do.
Staring at your picture on my computer screen, wishing you were here staring back at me.
Your my computer love, my secret crush.
Leaving me in an intoxicating lush, your body I desperately lust.
If I can get to you...

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With the stage name “Denver,” beloved poet John
to country, folk and beautiful soft rock was drawn.
“Take Me Home Country Road” made him a star.
What lovely songs for nature he strummed on his guitar!

With the stage name “Denver,” beloved poet John
became a 70’s phenomenon.
To tunes like...

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Light dances with the idea of love 
the sharks circle at mere plight 
of weakness but you cant kick out
a ballerina tiptoeing across rivers
red flowing with contemplation
and the final twin feather bed calling

Tomorrow's successes seduce
the captain's chair  empty
he's gone out for air
backed up pickup...

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As I rise from this comfortable feather bed,
I peer out a window and shake my head.
 Relinquishing the grip of last night’s sleep,
rubbing my eyes to the kitchen I creep.

I see the old kettle that she used to make tea,
we would go drink it under...

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My dad is bigger than yours she said.
It made me mad; I wished she was dead.
Took my anger to my Uncle Ned.
He started laughing, happy instead.

Most serious now, sick in my head,
Ran to my cousin, Goofball named Zed.
He chased me off, his face spitball of...

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Sunny, hot, humid, summer morning, taking my first train ride
 I'm so excited and it's thrilling can't wait to go north where it's cool 
to stay with my grandpa and grandma.
Ma and pa say I'm old enough to go by myself, I'm in awe
dressed in...

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Femme Fatale By A Wishing Well 
  (In The Wastelands Of War)

Warm as breath on placid skin,
Soft as gentle summer rains,
Loud as natures angry clouds
That gather in ambushed lanes,
To confer with the wounded boys
Whose blood on artillery stains,
Etched with the faded epitaphs
Tattooed on her...

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Been travelin' the country side,
punchin' cows and makin' my way,
Been weeks lookin' at cattle hide,
hotter than _ell 'n' not much pay,

It's up and at'em before dawn,
on a horse and saddle all day,
Money made, then gets gone,
with drinkin' and cards ta play,

Ain't seen my dear girl...

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The Climate Changed
 
"You were the sun
Once I was perihelion
Now you are aphelion!"
Sang the perihelion of planet earth
In low baritones
 
What is the perihelion of planet earth to do now?
A pointless POINT
Wandering in a void
 
Year 2021
The planet earth is all but
Gone`
 
The last climate...

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I’m following the country road I learned to drive on 
the old green ford truck, black rusty stick shift, 
hand carved wooden blocks on my feet.
I glimpse a cane pole pulling a trophy from a small pond, 
The low branches of a weeping willows 
sweeping...

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A narrow path heading off into the woods
enticed me from familiar road, that afternoon.
A startled fawn dashed by me without sound, 
the silence disturbed only by unknown bird’s sweet tune. 

Why had I not noticed this lovely place before,
passing by it daily on my habitual...

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What The Farmer Truly Lives For

I
Across the low hills misty meadows glow,
devilishly hiding gleaming rainbows.
Today earth shines true as yawning dawn wakes,
as from nights cold, Nature gives it quick shakes
releasing powers, from its nighttime breaks.

II
From his feather bed and cozy farm home
he rises, work to...

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Solo Flight

Solo Flight

I’m going solo, next time round,
*Cause no brave knight, have I found.*

Who’s good enough, to rest his head,
Upon my silken, feather, bed?

I’m going solo, with no reservation, 
Without maybes, buts, or procrastination.

I’ll seek some alternative recreation,
On which to channel, my frustration.

In which to...

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Sometimes when i say goodbye.
I wonder how I hold it togather befor
the phone touches the reciever.

Does she know the pain I mask.
Memories make us drunk with emotion.
Time makes us bitter from the cold.

And in the darkness she brings light.
Under the ice she creates warmth.
She kisses...

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REST

To rest awhile now
In a feather bed so warm
Awakens fowl deeds....

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