Inspecting Poems - Poems about Inspecting

...Optimistic Onnie was perpetually expecting Friends and neighbors showered her with respecting New viable ideas often occurring and interjecting Onnie’s willing openness refreshingly reflecting Co......

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... My trusty twagwanger trolblasted me I’m woken by chitterlings and crampoons twilling and twonking I cover my mastificle And try to hinkle on the bandistrap As I splurtwangle my ......

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...Now I am quite realistic Never ever fatalistic Fantasy never tickled my fancy So you can understand my surprise From their daunting size On the streets of New York My air left me as if released......

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...They called her Cookie at Animal Welfare, she had a white body with one black ear and a black spot on her upper butt. She had a friendly face and was pretty girl. Could not divide up the cute beagl......

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...Don't judge me but – Is that girl over there expecting? Or should I be inspecting my own projected fears, cradled by society's repetitive scrutiny of the female form?......

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...Images of broken lights that dance before my jagged tears, Inspecting me and sending me to Jupiter and Mars, High above the heady halls of home and heartless heresies, We dream the dreams of galax......

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...I have inherited pleasure: the rhythm of pegs, the smell of buttery sun on sheets, a whispering murmur of trees standing around, and the company of magpies inspecting with one eye looking for w......

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... Abandoned houses are meant for exploring, I am way too curious to walk on by; and don't mind the creaking, slopping old flooring, but while inspecting this house it seemed to sigh.......

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...Listening to what the world is telling, what the bird chirps mean, and where the truth lies in the words of others Inspecting my thoughts and my actions through the day, did I succeed or did I......

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... With accompaniment of rain, the tweets pour into my ear. Saturation of sound, mottled bark and sodden moss. Must be the downfall of civilization, heavens tears. In God’s house, psalm’s blessin......

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...I was an experienced interior designer, whose specialty was outer doors, Ever opening to amber sunshine, as petals open, when vivid beams pour. Functionality and beauty were very vital, s......

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...Home at the Ranch Once, I had a big ranch in, Oregon, technically it is still mine but I have no way to prove it one day and far from the ranch, inspecting fences, sudden cold storm hit, to......

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...Two unexpected moments…the first…a deer…without even a calling card stopped by for a visit at the cabin…just showed up in our yard. She was quiet, calm…a bit reserved…she didn’t make a fuss. We ......

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...Early afternoon. The Solomon Were in their, (according to Damali) Club house. But the reality of the Circumstance is this. The Club House was the Damian Domaine. Damian's Billards. Damian didn......

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...Ascending dawn scintillates in golden sunrise Enriching ambience of grinning crimson skies As gentle winds propagate splendorous themes Of budding prairies, of avid burbling streams, Of fragrant ......

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