Curlicue Poems - Poems about Curlicue

...Watch him, he with the curlicue words, he's a talker he needs to be noticed, every word in his mouth is a mouth full of more words. He's okay, no-yes really, he has a dog, a talking dog. T......

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...On becoming a night owl..., no matter whether or not ya give a hoot especially after feeling super charged watching the second night of Democratic National Convention conclave ushering a hint......

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... “The Language of the Undone” I prefer them over humans those velvet souls loving the lesser parts of me always more than anyone else cares to admit ......

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...The hunter is inside between the lens and its mirror where Zen masters prowl with high powered lights. The prey is sensed before it takes shape, otherwise you catch nothing. You are in the zon......

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... It's an ice cream day, they say sherbet and orange cream sky, a slow motion dream Sprinkles brighten curlicue clouds Lemonade sun bursts through breathe deep ~ nectar'......

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...Cul-de-Sac Quick steps slow to hesitate The sudden curve of a straight white line Into the mists of detour Lined with haunting facades Of blurred addresses And faded street signs Wher......

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...Sunset waters ebb and flow, in shades of silver, gold and blue; megaliths arise, greet periwinkle skies while warm sands, traveling waves embrace. Eyes cast upon the horizon lines, greet gu......

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...EASYGOING a simple bit of    gratitude in fragments  of   conversations annotated with words   &thoughts curlicue  murals creep up walls of everyday simplicity being the   es......

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...OUTSIDE THE BOUNDS OF SISTER CECILIA the best firecracker otherworldly seven hues hiss, cackle, kaboom Yes, dear ones, I want to own a pen that produces perfect penmanship, the curlicue call......

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...I brought home an axolotl In a thin-necked ketchup bottle Then I could never get the damned thing out. I broke up with the mute Egyptian Found his code was a crude encryption Read the story of......

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...The hunter is inside between the lens and its mirror where Zen masters prowl with high powered flashlights. The prey is sensed before it takes shape, otherwise you catch nothing. You are in th......

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...These are early poems of mine, written as a high school student in the 10th grade. as Time walked by by Michael R. Burch yesterday i dreamed of us again, when the air, like honey, trickled......

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...There once was a cute little girl named Sue Smack dab down her forehead, a curlicue She so much wanted straight hair She planted an iron there Now, instead of hair, she's got barbeque......

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...Southerly breeze at my back Curlicue clouds in the sky Folks sport sunny smiles A privilege to be alive It's Spring after Christmas A treat for body and soul Santa's stayed on in Chi......

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...The hunter is inside the camera. Between the lens and its mirror, Zen masters prowl with high powered rifles. The prey is sensed before it takes shape, otherwise you catch nothing. You......

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