Best Furlough Poems

Slow dance weather’s well                     ...

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O
to
hug
close
today-
I
am
too
soon
away

Note:This form,which I have labelled 'plus1' in the verse section starts with one 
letter,increasing each by one line with just one letter,ie 1:2:3:4:5: etc.With an...

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heigh - ho

furlough...

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A teenage girl, a bit of a flirt.
Lying on a beach blanket,
Yes,  that one~ right over there!
Can you see that bubbling brunette?

Lays back down in...

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To the proud parents, Anna and Theo
A serious lad, silent and thorough
A clan of preachers
And dealers of art
From the southern Netherlands came Van Gogh

When sent...

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The Brave Knight 


Poignant agonies stabbing the heart of a young chap, 
howling in despair, longing for the furlough,
Away from the intoxicating life of mishap,
Strung...

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Wonder if they know…
 Just how hard my family works

 “Furlough Days” as they like to call it
 A cut in pay as we like...

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The Jackal's line of demarcation ye souls' furlough for interim...
Today, cockcrows perturb in a gala thrice for thee quiescent stay,
God's Park of Ephemera, sashays the...

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2020 the year they called healthcare workers heroes
We seen this virus coming it came from far away, just not knowing when it would get here...

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just moments ago, a dawning realization
     arose within this sol son begat
from ma late mother
     and octogenarian...

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 7

Who has not wished somebody battered to death
The janitor one’s lawyer an ex-bed fellow
Feel in dark recesses mocking...

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Let the cold, integral to fall
Allow a furlough from life’s gall
Zapped of heat, my water love lost
Yielding to blankets, dark accosts…

Days mist like ghosting memories
All...

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No penance need be paid by the insular artisan
admonished for seeking an oral platinum quota.
Under furlough! Tuck their perfume in a bureau, 
then intermittently release...

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The Schooner

On the flatland between the vales I could see the sea, had been 
walking uphill for a long time now, after the plain it...

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The dust had all but settled from the sultry morning air when Sergeant Kessler tapped me on the arm to wake me up.
“Gonna be a...

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