Locale Poems - Poems about Locale

...The fish needs the anemone; the anemone, the fish The pollen needs to be the bumble bee’s most precious wish There’s fishes that frequent the mouths of huge man eating sharks There’s places where......

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... MODIGLANI narrowed necks CONSTABLE locale landscapes RILEY migraine mosaics TWINKU a double word distich with integral title......

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... Traveling far, far away from home Leaving family and friends to roam Did not expect changes it would bring To a life feeling apathy’s sting Had much pity from which to borrow Saw no bright f......

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...Relax in inquisitive moments please, Let us construct our body like an old sock, Do you see a cat sleeping in sunshine?, ......

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...Interview With a Rock I was conceived in the warm haven of a mother’s womb. Developing, growing, morphing through the epochs of time. Then, on no day in particular, I emerged into the sunlight.......

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...My son, John, was an engaging fellow, who was barely ten years old; And liked frogs, marbles and playing ball, in luscious, noontime gold. My son, John, was rather a dreamer, like the laz......

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...[()][()][()][()][()][()][()][()][()][()][()][()][()][()][()][()][()][()][()][()][()] Ex Hotelier hangs I, We've Vacancies, closet not quite empty, merely absentees, ......

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...My sister and I are as different As spinach and blueberry pie, Yet together we laugh, Which reduces, by half, All the ways our distinctions apply. Even now, in New York for a visit, Where the......

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...Eduard Manet au cafe a typica scene of his day Plum Brandy* for a 'happy-hour' gal a 'break' in her nearsst 'locale' ......

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...My son and my grandson are up in the air On the way to a tropical isle. In an hour or so, they’ll be at their hotel, Where the family has been for a while. Sickness caused a delay, so they miss......

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...In the heart of the desert, where dreams are lost in the sand, Where desires evaporate under the scorching sun, We stand, two wells, with so much thirst between us, With thoughts that flow, like w......

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...FICTIONAL BIO: The missus asked me (hitherto known as her bozo) just mere moments ago to craft humorous poem to glow nsync with the shiny nose of Rudolph keeping syncopated metrical flow thu......

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...a bud-is-to... bees unlike a buddist to... be's being... of a phenomena-... logic-call-locale- "all-at-tea" stan sand......

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...ancients believed time lends... any-chance for anything anywhere that science be correct... so its manifestations not crrrack however two dozen ancient pyramids sank into the sands unlike th......

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...Limpid sprinting waters of burbling brooks Rows of flamboyant and swishing dark green pines Embellished with glowing verdure on sidelines Tender and flushed buds aglow with rich looks The dense......

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