Couching Poems - Poems about Couching

...Earth Day April 22nd 2024 I lament bidding Gaia's creatures adieu, an inner conflict dust brew within this scribe, who offers ye to chew (like sweet treats metaphorically) thee do tee incumben......

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...After stepping out of the forest river, the jaguar’s dripping. So subtle, the drops, so clear, they nearly disappear. The painting looks real, but the frame is too s......

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...Backstitch scratch mine scratch thine Straight Stitch boring snoring French Knot pie-eyed tongue tied Satin Stitch glossy bossy Fea......

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...Soldiers never tire of “Yes Sir”! Forgetful lips a long storm stir, Disciplinary frog jumps for an hour Or a free fall from a waiting tower. Soldiers love Ear-Dividing “Yes Sir!” You lower yo......

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...POETIC PREFACE: An inner conflict dust brew within this scribe, who offers ye to chew (like sweet treats metaphorically) thee do tee incumbent, when Doomsday clock counts down minutes few acc......

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...(which above frolicsome gambit I mastered) After mine wife asks for this, that or something else rife with intent to provide barrel of laughs, (likened to barrel of monkeys) yours truly crafts ......

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...Demons Here, far away from East Bowed down in comfort chair Elbows anchored to the knees Hands couching head and hair There, far away from West, Now in the clench of dark. Heavy against ho......

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...He ranked as de facto semiprecious, tremulous and unanimous scapegoat bullied by a bumptious, callous, disputatious hippopotamus of a brat infamous bruiser later in his life to become forty fift......

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...(alternate title – A bona er fide dog day afternoon delight). A mere half dozen vowels constitute the English language Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay Consonants comprise majority (sans remain......

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...an inner conflict dust brew within this scribe, who offers ye to chew (like sweet treats metaphorically) thee do tee incumbent, when Doomsday clock counts down minutes few according Al G......

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...Homeward, on an hungry belly En-route a quick long trek, perhaps It’s the hard day-after-day norm And the poor little boy is mind-full He deserves some respite– and even more If only to furnis......

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...I was Pondering neigh in a distance Got no one to hold on to Grief is couching my heart Devouring in perplex moments Not in solitude Nay intrusion But in Orion’s distance Once, even once Per......

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...* Ey, gt d cr kys…m mtg ^ wd d crw ds f-dy nyt… ur brgr pak s in d ref. ----- I’m hitting the breeze, painting the town red fine leat......

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...A ledge of window can here be a common throne For my Felix, from here this tom perused the world Half waking, half sleeping he slumbers curling each supple bone Detailing each sound across the uni......

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...'twas this sun, our noble hunter - who gave the roar of his hoarse voice couching before our queen, the moon couching with many rays of songs! & his sharp eyes did like some prodigals beckon ......

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