Best Preen Poems

Magenta buds wait their turn on birch trees stately
    while cedars' spines soar skyward so straightly

  Barren branches of oaks sans customary green
    yet shiver while down low tulips blossom and preen

  Spring shows off her wares...

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With Beauty Greater Than A Peacock's Preen

Of all the great new dawns, Spring gifts the best
With sunbeams racing to glisten new green.
In all of Nature, she survives each test
With beauty greater than a peacock's preen.
Thy teeming wildlife, most welcomed minions
O' friend, thy gifts sing in...

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PRIMP and PREEN



Passersby’s halt, they fear to walk by, to fall to this feline
in her prime. No moggie is she who’s primped and preened
in contemplation she flaunts her flair. Motionless as art, her
body’s dreadful covered in copious layers of azure fur.  
This she cat...

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God created both morning and night
but some folks desecrate
and do not appreciate
the mortals He molded, black or white
in His image, equal in His sight.

This creator made  darkness and light,
skies decked with stars and Moon,
the Sun that reigns at noon;
all these glowing daily in our...

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His talk is so inscrutable,
as he preens before the press
in a pagoda pique
Notice the sneer beneath the smile,
taste the bitter words candy coated sweet
Kim Jong 
is so nuclear wrong, he says
Only a pre-emptive first strike
will make this Asian problem turn out right
But, shouldn’t diplomacy first...

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shoo, grasshopper green!
 
                          glide to verdant vales unseen..

           ...

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I don’t like to crow, but I’m an expert at giving my enemies the I-could-not-care-less-about-you strut.
I’ll let you in on a bit of a secret. Watch out when I stick my nose in the air, and push out my big gut.
On a good day, I...

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bird  in  flight
                        how many miles
              ...

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Flesh to bone, lets solly our love
And clad our apples in green leaves.

The river that brought us together 
The milk of our breasts, yet flourishing
Shall not dry up in brimming season-

The snail wet the ground along its path,
Yet no sand follows it to its shell-

Our...

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