Best Nosing Poems

1) I hate brown-nosers far more than I hate most other nosers 
of virtually any known color!

2) I will make it a point to slap...

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a sestet

If I didn't know what I know about truth
I'd give a wink, join the ranks of the uncouth.
Logical conclusion when dealing with guile:
Half-truths are...

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'Twas the night before Christmas and all were asleep,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a sheep.
The cattle were snoozing, the pigs were at rest
And...

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Harassing me for days now
Landing on my eyelid
Nosing up my nostril
Tickling my ankles
and every other exposed body part
Little bastard...

Fly-Swatter? Jack be nimble, Jack...
Folded bath towel?...

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Waterfowler’s Delight

Clouded marshes masking what may come.
Suzy's boisterous invitation over yonder grass 
Dark shadowed spreads set to entice some.
As the glow of the East begins...

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Winter blues are  passing, making a place 
for the healing Spring showers
the softness of their touch 
soothes away the deep grooves of weariness.  
The pleasures that spring showers bring 
mending not...

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They reap the whirlwind
Who search the gold-glinted sun
And moon on whispering wings;
Who float and glide 
Upon the blue and misty current 
High above the naked...

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You must think me a thick skull
You thought you had me too
Yeah, honey, skip to your own loo
Cause this one's already full
Of your brown nosing,...

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Asterisms flicker
one sleek obsidian night;
solstice slips away

Snowdrop shoots nosing
petals into bitter winds;
first whispers of spring

Sparkling laughter runs
among the pebbles and reeds;
melt-water music

Bright blue, wet green...

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I walked alone, no other unicorn  lived
In this forest that's called life
Nosing my way amongst the flowers
Taking in all it offered without strife

One day...

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Just a saggy-sad dumbfounded Basset Hound
Got claimed at the doggone-it lost puppy pound
Just hangin' out now and nosing around
Waiting for my supper to get back...

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I Asked Myself A Rhetorical Question...

Asper daily expounding fostering
     inchoate manifesting mod
     er writ writing quality,
 ...

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You raise me up above the mountains
You bring me below the vibrant valleys
You allow me to weep happy fountains 
When I walk in your bright...

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each thing living on
Murdth ‘sorbs water chiefly wet
backards of arid-
zona an’ the holmby hills’ 
chlorine romp ponds drawing the

scant as blue blood for
the thirsty altar...

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1. We are upstairs, rolling on a derailleur
much fun is timely prepared by fate’s chauffeur
rooms facing each other is the plasticine
the models of our contact...

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