Honks Poems - Poems about Honks

...So when you are in my life. And you have created a map with a star on the destination to your heart. Know that I might get lost on the way, missing billboard signs and road signs. But most impo......

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...In a humble hamlet, not so grim or glum, Lived a goose named Lucy, quite the funny one. With feathers fluffed and waddle wide, she'd roam about, Her honks and hijinks would make the townsfolk s......

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... a flock of geese honks flying in blue skies above slow busy traffic Heidi Sands 9/17/24 (C)opyright ......

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...it is a rainy August day in Kansas dismal? no, rather drizzle full An exciting day I am meeting Molly, my granddaughter joy parades through my veins at nineteen, I am thrilled she wants to meet......

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...I'll tell you about the Traffic Cop Who stands on the road, a rigid prop. A whistle in hand, a stern, fixed stare, A battle with chaos, a daily affair. His uniform was bright, a badge on his ......

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...From the lofty snowcapped peaks of Kilimanjaro The morning mist envelopes its verdant foothills in a tight embrace, No need to hurry, this is not a race, Beads of sunlight dancing across the glis......

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...She’s driving safely. While I’m tapping furiously. “Fast food near me.” Tap. Tap. Tap. An idea! An idea. Scrolling. That sounds good… Red light, green light, yellow light. She’ll eat anything......

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...Red Robins chirp to greet the rising sun below my bedroom window every Spring. Their cheery tunes confirm Springtime's begun; long before green-tints color everything. Snowdrops silentl......

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...Oh, My Dear homeland, I yearn to reunite with you, Not for your love alone, But to tread the weathered path, winding beneath my village, Laid with stones and scattered remnants of time, In momen......

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..."duck soup" quack quack Harpo honks canadian geese......

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...I had been driving for decades. A yellow Buick, deluxe convertible circa '51', the model with the three-speed manual transmission - 8 cylinder. A deserted desert diner. The door creaks as I en......

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...Breaking the silence at Summer's end; the crackling crunch of leaves can be heard. And the wind wails at trees that won't bend; proclaiming such resistance absurd. Songbird chicks have ......

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...Each time ringer sounds a bell He has something big to tell; Like driver who honks horn And just few ears would it scorn… News from Bell as from Horn sharp: Messages on which lips harp; A bel......

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...A distant motorcycle drones Fading away “that” dog barks It must be 8:15 A bus honks A siren sounds Jet engines overhead A quick dream The furnace kicks in Breakfast! Maybe pancakes? Joh......

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...The lake has its own orchestrated acoustics. The quaking of oboes and the bassoon-ing honks of a skein of geese conduct a loosely scored morning air. Rustling reeds chime in fluted stems, a ......

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