Best Pillowing Poems

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I care not a fat hairy fig
For your task to decimate
And predicate my world
With such villainy and hate.

You evaporate the sunshine.
You bring nigh the distant gloom.
Like a pestiferous browsing parasite
Intent on some impending doom.

Crawl! Crawl away from sight...
I reject all you say and do. Find
Another...

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-Thinking of Iraq Ware Veterans on Veterans Day-

The day after the terrorists attacked our country, I joined the military and was deployed to Iraq. I fought in the desert far away from my sweet home defeating terrorists because it was the nation’s call that I...

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DAMSEL CAUSING DISTRESS


The knight errant sent for me, but I’ve gone missing
For three days now, while he’s composed a ditty:
In the tide of feminism I still haven’t given up kissing
Being what is termed fatalistically pretty - 

But I can be the ‘no’ that makes for...

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-Dedicated to all those suffering with an eating disorder. Beauty, true beauty, belies a gentrified, pretty exterior. You are not alone-


Benighted whispers and spurning dreams
Forthwith in blisters and burning streams

Shameful saunters in billowing blight
Hereto haunters with pillowing plight

Weep and wither betwixt a bawling bloom
Seep shall...

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O, my life like a gray, gray smoke,
That's newly pillowing from an old engine.
O, my life like a trumpeting
That's sweetly sounded by an elephant.

As fair as a river, my life stream in meanders,
So deep in gush am I;
And I will pour thee still, my watercourse,
Till...

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Nestled high upon a pillowing cloud
Hidden from prying eyes
Surrounded by fragrantly perfumed blooms
The imagination runs then flies
Balconies envelop the building within
French doors that open out wide
A welcoming feel takes over
Pulling you deep inside
Marble floors that are glossy and shine
Collectable art hangs from each wall
Chandeliers that...

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A crow and a seagull lift up the sun
With "Caw!" and a bright white wing.
Swift cars wheel 'round the shopping ground;
I hear their motors sing.

New steaming clouds from canneries rise,
Their growing billows pillowing skies.
What a great delight to see and hear
The work of nature and...

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I've been sitting on the sand for hours
with the moon and stars as my only friends.
But when dawn raises her sleepy head,
they will all abandon me on the shore
and with morose thoughts, 
I will be alone once more.

I hear echoes of crashing of waves
seeming to...

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an old clock composed of several larger and smaller gearwheels 
hung on the wall; some teeth are worn or missing therefore 
the gears occlude poorly 
they skid and roll unbalanced   

no matter how long and how hard the clock chews ‘chronos/time’  
with...

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A crow and a seagull lift up the sun
With "Caw!" and a bright white wing.
Swift cars wheel round the shopping ground;
I hear their motors sing.

New steaming clouds from canneries rise,
Their growing billows pillowing skies.
What a great delight to see and hear
The work of nature and...

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A watchful kind of morning this
The sky a billowing pinkish bliss
In stark relief scattered oaks stand
As sentinels for the waking land

Soon the pink has faded away
To white pillowing clouds at play
The wind has started to gently blow
Stirring where the golden grasses grow

Time my child to...

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At a glimpse I was played by you
In some tricky lines I was fool
And lovely velvet blossoms fill me
When autumn September fall,
In a summer night March

If maybe it'll be taking a hand
But it leads me into your growing land.
When I close my eyes and sigh...

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The leaves fall in the consciousness
unable to find the spot where to begin.
The wind blows in the midst of meditation
without knowing when to cease.

Because it seems easy 
as sitting on the comfortable chair pondering,
because it feels being chased 
while running and thinking at the same...

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The Waterbed Sea

Melinda went to sleep in her waterbed,
(Not on it, but in it, is what I said,)
Took not a mask, not a snorkel nor fin,
Just a deep breath 
and she jumped right in.

//Swim, sweet Melinda,
Swim peacefully,
Down to the bottom
Of the Waterbed Sea. //

Down down...

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Hands met each other again this morning
they touched gently - caressed - loved.
It has been a long time
since they prayed together like this.
It was a silent sermon
a benediction.

Fingers intertwined like sea anemones
tenderness kissed each fingertip.
Left hand was shy
right hand coaxed and urged
until they danced slowly,...

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