Cockscomb Poems - Poems about Cockscomb

...Julian and Joan were married, just as glitter is joined to crystal sun. Julian was a famous violinist, like redbirds making music, in season. Joan had a variety of elegant shoes. Of them,......

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...AUTUMNAL Clean clear cerulean sky calls Autumn after rainy season. Curtains of rain showers are withdrawn moistening Earth. Novel colours in niche of Na......

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...FALL Dry dying leaves leave branch to fall. Dropped curtain on heavy rainfall. Blue hue shining on sky of Fall. Glossy luster shown over all. ......

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...He, being the all-powerful rooster, was pecking orders at the hens. They were rolling their eyes and making fun, especially the twins. He stopped strutting and demanded to know what they had said. ......

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...cockscomb frozen entombed a still art enframed ..what we see is what it will be for me or thee......

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...Children of the Autumn Garden Chrysanthemums arrive in fall Yellow, white, maroon or rusty; Some grow short – some grow tall - They bloom when stormy winds blow gusty. It comes into bloom ......

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...Chance Rooster had greatest cockscomb around. The deepest, coppery color, shiny and sound. He strutted his stuff. Put on lots of guff. Turning off most hens for miles around.......

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...I look out on the wide whole world and, in the new morning's Light, I take measure of all that is not yet Lost. And all that is not yet Found. The clouds, now reveal to the out-tur......

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...Autumn Welcome! Chrysanthemum Cosmos cockscomb hypericum Let all my sweet memories come ‘Autumn’! Pears......

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...Now I am sitting alone in this Funny wagon with my boom box and minding my own business along with a bunch of numskulls who thinks I am a nutcase like them— What a drag! And they think we are a......

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...an open window and a shout of girls with blossom sweet basil in the hair over the salmonoids rummage the depth of the rivers the springs want to find to lay the spawn in the dar......

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...You say you never heard My prayers of last night? The night was cold and gray And your memory bold and gay My bed of straw was bare My linen- old and thin And I woke up many times. One time I sat on......

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...Morning glory, climbing post, daffodils, bright color boast, Lady slippers dance about, lilies of the valley shout Voices heavy with the scent, honeysuckle branches bent, Greeting all the lilacs s......

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...A stilled summer sky saturated and scattered with god song watches a way fared soldier - whispers to a wary widow. Creamy clouds canopy the concord of a moment. Minutes become mercurial - they manif......

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