Flown The Coop Poems - Poems about Flown The Coop

...Stumbling along the worn down pine, Clamoring like a babe against floor and a table leg I found the stool to shame all other stools. Propping my bony bottom atop Like a laggardly old lion, Don......

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...We sent robots and rovers to Mars! What if the little green critters out there returned the compliment and sent their hackers and AI gadgets to invade us marked 'X' open at your own peril! Th......

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...I am no longer in my youth, it has flown the coop, my bones, and joints won’t listen to my commands. I spend most of my days picking up dog poop. Don't get me wrong I'm happy to be in my age gro......

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..."Daughter," "laughter," do not rhyme but ought to. Pure squeals of joy ring out from every door. For surely graced by God is the man who Has daughters in the house forevermore! Blessed indeed, ......

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...So, what is Plan “B”? Plan “ A” has gone the way of the Dodo – the pigeon who has flown the coop, became Thanksgiving for the hawk. Plan “A” vote them out – requires honest elections. ......

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...Walking on eggshells, with left-over scratches, Brave little chick into the world hatches... managed to scramble away with a limp-- those eggshells, (and mama) did a number on Shrimp. Fifty ye......

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...The hens have flown the coop Their owner mystified He hit them with his silver spoon Didn't know they had pride And now as folks leave Illinois Governor Pritzker, take a think From the ......

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...Mrs. Robin, busy as a bee visits my home's skylight annually She builds a nest there carefully her private retreat, only I can see She commandeers my yard militarily hopping to and fro i......

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...~ BY INVITATION ONLY - 1st ANNUAL POETRY SOUP CONVENTION ~ Relieve that stress and undue tension, First Annual Poetry Soup Convention! Come to Maine this early September, (as long as y......

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...I was on one continent and she another. Both of us were always writing letters to each other. I felt that we were headed in a romantic direction, so I booked a flight destined for her location. S......

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...Growing up in a middle class suburb of Chicago, is it any wonder that Polly learned the art of political malarkey. Watching the City Council was probably the place where she learned to see women st......

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...I'm a firm believer In limerick fever (This isn't news) "It'll cure the blues!" Says Jan (who is no deceiver) Written by Jan Allison: Writing limericks is a fine art Yes I write abo......

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... I stood in the doorway frozen in fear, Your coffin was within; The room was empty of sound and of life, I could see you resting. In peace, your pain was gone, But ......

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...While strolling through the graveyard the other day, I was drawn, To a host of stones with creative and pithy epitaphs etched thereon! Such flowing poetic verse is deemed worthy of recording for po......

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...Grandma’s Flown the Coup! Has anyone here seen Grandma? We’ve been searching high and low It’s time she joined the seniors’ home Burt she doesn’t want to go She packed up all her make-up Paid......

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