Hoopoe Poems - Poems about Hoopoe

... Everyone loves him. A nice amicable guy, as he is no relative, he is no refrain. He starts within a rhythm when often a melody is surreal and soars along the flight of the song, up high, high ab......

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...So, I am hiding Occupied state Or, else or, learning french occult eBay at Non nuptial lady , a loner, an ex-positional urge Inside the total nine after, even after a dirge Alma mater in Houston,......

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...Those days of mine, unbridled underneath my golden sky, no longer misfit a gold coffer, intertwine That the core innermost mine, my serene rainbow, those days of mine, rainbow blossom Intertwine I......

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...Anecdote: For a nuptial effort, I was editing a photograph, my former husband, and his two classmates, as we were proposing for one, not all of them! Posters are problematic these days, with every ......

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...I committed to river Volga, the longest river in Europe Here, estuary, they are sounds, subtle, peaceful and eloquence, a hoopoe In glum and glee, damage controlling,she, still, suffice a pleasant ......

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...“Father of All, Hoopoe of the Shining Light Voice of Truth, singing above pits of night Light singing in heaven’s tree above the height Barbelo in the heights unthinkable Nous incorruptible, ......

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...Beneath the shapeless sky of blue In the valley lacking a hue Was an isolated thin pond Where birds sang their short song to bond In the midst of this quacking though A foreign and sweet song......

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...Eons ago, near two flowing rivers in old China Lived an old, white clothed man ninety-nine years of age Who glared at two mountains he knew from his long-dead childhood Who glared at the gian......

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...Beneath the shapeless sky of blue In the valley lacking a hue Was an isolated thin pond Where birds sang their short song to bond Singing a song hoarse with throats sore In the midst of the......

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...Watching Birds In The Garden Watching birds in the garden amidst of mundane chores to bore is my simple ......

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...There's little or nothing to do, it's a February rainy day, Danny molds Batman out of brown clay; snow is melting after Saturday's blizzard... I spot a hopping lizard chase a scary hoopoe! I ......

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...I must be dreaming. Alas, through every dream, like pain through anesthesia, a torturous reality shows up. A burning taste of jealousy. A blind deaf muteness of lust… I think I’d better ......

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...Blessed be the hour when angels shake my filth off their wings. The night was a garden of eyes*. Luckily, days are blind. Mute with the sinful obsession, deaf to the call of blood, I look for......

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...Fueled by atmospheric ecstasy Into ethereal regions' mystery, Tilting wings cavalierly, Bridging Heaven and Earth, Gliding gracefully. Falcon, sky-hawk, hoopoe, finch Starling, sparrow,......

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...All that does encompass bespeaks wonder in everything bubbling brooks and waterfalls does your glory ring terrestrial and celestial ever fill our eyes with seeing how can not it's splendor not fil......

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