Best Promenading Poems

A pond quivers in demure gusts,
cygnets of morning light undulate 
with lithe ripples.  Winter thaws,
the sun arcs over feathered rainbows 
as ice sculptures bevy like water lilies
on April's frigid cobalt.

In abrupt squall webbed feet prance 
on a mirror, capturing saffron exhalations 
of rapt poppies,...

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Long arrays of cherry blossoms
promenading in the daylight,
glistening in fuchsia and white
like glimpse of celestial bosoms.
   
And to where I stand they march on 
showering petals on my palms; 
Like drizzling raindrops giving  alms
towards the thirsty arid morn.

I wish I could sustain...

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She lay there, silent and still, in a falsified sleep, 
As her hands danced that tangible love with her blanket.
The blink on her lips told me all of her secrets, 
For my eyes she was a submissive ripe banquet.

Then her inviting arms opened to pull...

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Lying in an augur's aviary..
Reneging on my virtues,so credulous..
The feying fay being taken to 
bury,
I see things called ambigous.


Slowly fading odour of scantity..
In Attica, end of augustan age.
Wings of Azreal, the martinet 
deity,
I see these, with espied rage.


Hydaes casting spell every 
night..
The abysmal wizard of...

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Every spring, I remember the Exodus story.
How the twelve tribes became free from slavery, 
Escaping across the wind parted Red Sea, is a mystery. 
Easter in Italy, "Pasqua" is an echo of Passover history.

In England, Easter is the modern Exodus.
Good Friday through to Easter Monday.
It's...

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Promenading along Ashley Street,
wearing Jumbo Rollers covered with
pretty floral sheer scarfs,
chattering, giggling, being thirteen,
trying to pass for sixteen,
hoping the boys in their bat-winged cars
would wave and holler and make a big deal,
as soon as they caught our eyes,
we'd pretend to ignore them while our
shoulders pulled...

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"Oh The Potter's-Rage" two-tone Frogs--frilly, innocent just Like-them two
Faced; Chuckling little-Babies, chirping-Sparrows. "Finding-they'resome what--Arbor; though I can-see-now they still-can sing Just a bit-yes quite-a-good ways-a-whale about-yeah bellowing up-far-a-ways-out-there-stoked-up-just under-right out along-a-part them; like them there those-three-Mooring-up a little-bit bit more, 
grazing every-way each which way-the...

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vile venomous vermin
intriguing intertwined insurgent
petulantly promenading  patrol
excruciatingly evil exile
ruthlessly relentless reptile...

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Last Cheaters Ball

Who will dance the past with me
in penguin suit all snowy white
Music is live with old time and jive
i’m afraid we shall all look a fright

With dashing white sergeants
ladies promenading the gowns
dripping diamonds silver and gold 
Champagne flooding the tables
making gentry younger and...

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Oh The Potter's-Rage, two-tone frogs frilly, innocent just-Like; them two-
Faced little-Chuckling Babies, chirping-Sparrows. "Finding-out" they're some-what 
Arbor though I can-see-now they still-can sing Just a bit-yes quite-a-good ways-a-
whale about-yeah bellowing up-far-a-ways-out-there-stoked-up-just under-right out 
along-a-part them; like them there those-three-Mooring-up a little-bit bit more, 
grazing every-way...

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I am promenading in the woods
Whistling at the birds
The rays of the sun
Now and again interrupting my vision
Then something moves
Something- like a woman
Her glamour- what say?
I halt- the power attending
How very smashing
She moves, actually peacocks
Towards me; closer, closer
Now I am all smiles
All smiles and tears
Her...

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We lay fallen as velvet roses divinity-promenading in our wake. Innocence sublime 
weeping still-puddles... blessing-our-first-kiss. Beauty eminent one heart securing all we 
share-tongues-entwined hopes defined joined together-soaring-free-as-one... a kin to love, 
swept-away-by-it-we-were... .
 
I believe the heart of grace adamant, generous-tender and-aware honest and faithful-
awaiting-patiently......

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waterlilies promenading
in a lonesome pond
are glimmering jewels
of green onyx and emerald
exuding empyrean elegance
of your perennial aura 

oh, the purplish water
that holds her tiny roots
gently interchanging 
like a melody transposing
from monophony to polyphony 
whilst lilac and sandstone petals
dance with its rhythmic flow

my young heart melts
as leaves...

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All I behold are the shades of darkness, the moon shines, the stars twinkle.
But my ecstasy for your glimpse, your abundance is leaving me fidgety.
My mind promenading in the blissful warmth of your heat and sparkle.
On my hands, my lips, my eyes and all of...

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He’s together now, they say,
turned out, free to walk the street;
adult child turned out to play
amid grey walls of concrete
streets strewn with disposed joys,
the stench of human fluids.

Bozos wave their lethal toys;
aging goths, pseudo druids,
faces lit by flashing screens.
promenading, zombie-dead
watch desperate dancing teens,
nature’s lemmings, AI...

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