Jested Poems - Poems about Jested

...In a whimsical world of witty wonder, Where laughter lingers, lost not in thunder, There danced a dandy with a dapper flair, Sporting red shoes, a vivid vision, rare. He pranced in patterns,......

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...How it could have been? How it should have end? How it would have made me feel? How it thought to be real? Who would have guessed? Who would have jested? Who would have had time? Who would......

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...In the dream of poetic verse Your words Are how my heart bleeds The ways in which I think With a pause in between Cryptic clues An exclamation in The center Brings on the wolves Of perf......

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...I could feel the rhythm of my obscure thoughts in sync sturdy scrutiny, into the mirror I glimpse deeply in the reflection of the nymph somehow I outwit the quixotic hold of the sylph, frig......

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...Slushbo was called Pinkie back in the “day” Boys who dated her said “hip, hip hooray!” She was daring and dashing, and did many great things. But never was offered a pretty diamond ring. That’s......

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...I feel stuck in a web of moving on to leave home behind. I want to be free of safe turtle shells, to commune with naked nature including human, divine, humane, wombmain not excluding any eg......

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...Joyful, Jarringly, Jaunty J, Juggling Juicy Jiggly, Jumping Jars of Jello, Jabberwocky J. Justifiably Jealous of Jibes Jokingly Jested by James, Joe. Jingly Jangly J......

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...sea otters of the pacific coast Sea otters Of the dark green seas In the kelp forests of fisco bay On cold pacific shores Sea otters come alive Frolic play with jested vigor Spontaneou......

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...JUNIPER’S DAUGHTER - SPRING WITH MY FAMILY We went on a weekend to the Lake District, my love and I, in our flying disc. We had just been married not three months past. Ourselves together, my pag......

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...The clock Tick, tock , tick, tock, The clock bellowed resounding through my mind, like so many wood peckers drilling into a tree. This infuriating clock my mother had given me It began tick, tick,......

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...Before her last sweet words were spilled Upon the page, her voice was stilled. She’s sitting now on Father Time As once she jested in her rhyme. From there she’ll make a further climb While we l......

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...Fire he screamed… From the lookout tower Sloshing buckets arrived in the angst of men Fire he wailed… From his ghastly nightmares In came his friends with those comforting words Fire he jes......

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