Best Romping Poems

Have you ever pondered
shadows are made of 
softness, they are not 
hard surfaced like 
those of us existing 
outside of the white noise

unable to grasp...

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There’s a howling in the air tonight
A baying at the moon
For the hound is running free again
And his voice has joined the tune
Of a thousand...

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The old house, built in 1895, was the best of weathered antiques having hugged North Rogers Street from days of horses to days of horse-powered...

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Christmas Eve Mystery


The sun had set, and it was Christmas Eve.
Dear Santa finished up and packed the sleigh;
made sure his Reindeer were geared up to...

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The Little Dog ( Scotty )

I’m only a small female
Little legs you see
The other two are huge
Males big pawed and hairy
Great tongues lolling
But they protect...

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Fire breathing, ash streaming dragons stomping,
Across the landscape are ruthlessly romping;
Clanging, banging, with metal feet shodden, 
Bushes and plants slash, flowers downtrodden.

Across the landscape are...

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Once, in the dusting of springtime,
pink cherry blossoms filled the air.
And that image got locked in time,
a memory stored there with care.

Sweet-scented thoughts of yesterday;
let...

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Come, let's go to the lake!
It's Spring and I am your
dove-in-waiting to take.

The dogs all out romping in
the freshly-contented grass.
I will listen to your Poetry...

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Yesterday the birthday girl,
Her rainbow tutu swishing,
Blew out (with brother's help) the candles 
Lit for birthday wishing.

From playground, train and parachute,
The 4 year olds were...

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“The Lewis Trap”



Well, of course he's misanthropic
He’s a Misanthropic Man
The Devil’s in the details
Buried deep under the covers
Of bedtime stories, slithers ‘neath loose sand

A Liddell...

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I miss you already, Buddy.
You’ve been the apple of my eye.
When I think of life without you,
It makes me cry. It makes me cry.

Oh, so...

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Where do we come in
					in medias res  not knowing nor caring when
doesn’t everybody pine being number one we leave behind our lives in pages...

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It seems like just the other day
Our pup, Shadrack, did pass away;
And altho’ they never seemed like friends,
My old cat, Jorg, knew Shad had met
...

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Kissed by the sun, sweet alfalfa in waving oceans that
Animals adore when dried into golden hay.
Noon breaks enjoying lunch under an ancient oak with
Songs from...

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   "Intimate Inspirations"



the beauty of Nature inspires my quill
the lovely mystique' of Creation, my will
to compose lines, amazing, to share with my peers
and...

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