Dawdling Poems - Poems about Dawdling

... I … am provenience … the heel of my father’s foot - the damp of his brow and his burgeon … I am my mother’s bloom sown in the soil of her intentions seeded with wonder and promise … but ......

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... She said some words and blackbirds cawed As she stirred her cauldron to a goblin's applaud Her nose was crooked, her skin was green As her cackles echoed on Halloween The Halloween night......

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...Picture on the Parlor Wall 9-27-24 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sampler on the Parlor Wall Shadows born from dawdling light Stretch across a firelit room set with porcelain ......

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... In the verdant pasture perched on the hilly spine, ewe leads her frolicking lamb flock in the sunshine. A lineage of woolly convoy on blithe bouncy trails, its baaing symphony in the pastora......

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...Wind circulates, lifting and flattening an otherwise, benign, breathless world, relying also on deeper, slowly moving tectonics, belching foully, scattering seas...effecting change. Seasons lik......

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...Immanent Yet Transcendent 9-29-23 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Immanent Yet Transcendent Above the plodding, sightless mediocre A latent embryo breathes......

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... Stealing away to the woods Longing for forest’s best goods Pines, oaks, with the gentlest streams Flowing with beautiful dreams Glistening like the night’s stars Sighing praise......

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...Hell has opened its mouth and spit forth Apollyon. A brutal beast wrapped in a cloak of deceit. A grandiose idealist with evil intention. A reaper of racism. A shameless rapist of intellectually ......

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...I was a zealous fashion designer, whose elegant styles were ever in vogue, Like the rainbow time of cool, damp evening, that elegant colors go rogue. Lost in my work, I took it seriously, for cre......

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...If time were a slow thing a snake shedding skins, a lizard gradually wakening to its life in the sunlight; if it were a red bus dawdling through congested London streets, or the backwa......

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...wobbling earth Phoebus slipover & winkling horizon mind thrums cliffhanging ......

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...Unlike as in the West, there was no dating in our time. After a formal meeting before the family members, the boy and girl will be allowed sometime for a private talk. (that too only if the parents a......

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...You came into our lives a spark. A blur of chestnut red, Igniting us with canine love, And nestling by our bed. Chasing swallows in the park That teased you in their flight, Relentlessly ......

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...Like steam I float and drift, aimlessly dripping like warm bottled water spilt onto a floor, leaving the lazy footprints of a dawdling daughter.......

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...I suppose no speech or pen can reveal. Hidden mysteries of the cell buzzer. Whose sleek screes fit conjointly like a deal. To boast about such a complex shudder. A thin membrane tha......

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