Guinea Fowl Poems - Poems about Guinea Fowl

... WOMB WORDS Womb ! Mother of All, what sayeth you knowing activation before birth births through girths, a Q ? ~ ‘I see rainmakers smoking pipes drink from ostrich eggs fresh then......

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...HOW CAN I PRETEND ? PART 3 Pretence lies coffined as Spring makes a call early chincherinchees kissing late winter’s wind knowing empty cupboards will be filled once more perceptions o......

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...FLAME OF ASCENSION No-one can escape Flame of Ascension a glance, a glimmer, a gestalted shadow ghosts or gestures guarded Hearts to genteel progress on a path It night......

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...I have a destiny, That most of you look down on, As being poor and backward. That many desire to change and have me assimilated, But I'm surely destined to be African. When you meet me, I've g......

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...As I was looking through the window Something caught my eye... A small group of Guinea Fowl Went running by! Their nature is quite humorous. The speed they move is great! I watch with fascina......

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...Oh Father Please help us For we have done wrong That day in Bole When we let stones fly The dead guinea fowl We roasted & ate On the way to Kananto the cripple we mocked We won’t let up ......

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...CHAPTER 3c continued Till he happened to encounter  A much stronger river hunter Hideous Jurassic lizard Pulled him down with no returning   Other crocodiles converging Made straight line......

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... Springtime put a spring in my step Bluebird brought bright bars of music next I saw her sip at the faithful fountain; sing soulfully As I prayed: wishing the world was well, more certain ......

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...They have command on me my posture has been so since birth and even now a grown up, no change The back has followed the legs are going there why can’t a guinea fowl produce penguins, swans? ......

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...In many colours I come and many places inhabit when in South America crabs are my favourite I chase them with great glee and delicately Their flesh pick out of their shells and pincers Come to Afri......

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...a guinea fowl molting polka dot feathers— handmade earrings © February 21, 2012 Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Juxtaposition Haiku Sponsored by: Charles H......

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