Long Feather bed Poems

Femme Fatale By A Wishing Well 
  (In The Wastelands Of War)

Warm as breath on placid skin,
Soft as gentle summer rains,
Loud as natures angry clouds
That gather in ambushed lanes,
To confer with the wounded boys
Whose...

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Sunny, hot, humid, summer morning, taking my first train ride
 I'm so excited and it's thrilling can't wait to go north where it's cool 
to stay with my grandpa and grandma.
Ma and pa say I'm...

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Myrtle Parker

Myrtle Parker lived on the Riviera,
That’s the English one not the French.
Her favourite tipple is Red Currant Cider,
Only beverage her thirst would quench.

Never did she marry no husband,
Preference for life single and free,
Though kept...

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Chorus x 2
It’s okay if my ego wears jacket
it’s nice if my resume plays drums
I’m endowed, dazzling and full
so let the world know my hands are a major part
of those holding  it.

1. A personality...

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Argh...What Accursed Fate Did Lurk...

Regarding thee 2009 Hyundai Sonata
(50+ shades of gray), a cred
debt tub bull vehicle, that at
this moment finds sinking 
feeling akin to led
zeppelin, yes (for almost ten years,
this car manufactured with damn)...

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I’m following the country road I learned to drive on 
the old green ford truck, black rusty stick shift, 
hand carved wooden blocks on my feet.
I glimpse a cane pole pulling a trophy from a...

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The Climate Changed
 
"You were the sun
Once I was perihelion
Now you are aphelion!"
Sang the perihelion of planet earth
In low baritones
 
What is the perihelion of planet earth to do now?
A pointless POINT
Wandering in a void
...

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A narrow path heading off into the woods
enticed me from familiar road, that afternoon.
A startled fawn dashed by me without sound, 
the silence disturbed only by unknown bird’s sweet tune. 

Why had I not noticed...

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Sometimes when i say goodbye.
I wonder how I hold it togather befor
the phone touches the reciever.

Does she know the pain I mask.
Memories make us drunk with emotion.
Time makes us bitter from the cold.

And in the...

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Daydreaming of you is all I seem to do.
Staring at your picture on my computer screen, wishing you were here staring back at me.
Your my computer love, my secret crush.
Leaving me in an intoxicating lush,...

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I think that I’ll try to write one of those poems that doesn’t rhyme,
The poems that I like to write tend to rhyme all the time.
Oops, not a very good start.

Be creative. Be descriptive.

Use flower...

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Home Is In My Heart
 
Home is in my heart;
I carry it with me wherever I go.
	
My home is the smile of the angels that look down on me from heaven above.
	
Home is sinking deep...

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What The Farmer Truly Lives For

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Across the low hills misty meadows glow,
devilishly hiding gleaming rainbows.
Today earth shines true as yawning dawn wakes,
as from nights cold, Nature gives it quick shakes
releasing powers, from its nighttime breaks.

II
From...

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The mist seems to be covering the cool water this morning
Just like my grandmother's quilt lying across her feather bed
The sun is breaking dawn, on the horizon brightly shining
As I hear the last cry of...

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Oh, her love was for a sailor
Alas, the sailor sailed alone
So she took up with a cowboy
Who wore boots and rode a Roan

He dried her tears and held her hand
And softly whispered in her ear
He...

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Oh Mary oh Mary
     where is it you've gone
Your face but a mem'ry
     as is your sweet song
Have you found at last
     where...

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As I rise from this comfortable feather bed,
I peer out a window and shake my head.
 Relinquishing the grip of last night’s sleep,
rubbing my eyes to the kitchen I creep.

I see the old kettle that...

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he'd rather err freeing the guilty
than punishing the innocent,

   but tonight he's  truly convinced
   to death the man must be sent;

      so tomorrow, with a...

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He'd rather err freeing the guilty
     than err punishing the innocent.
Tonight, he prays for divine guidance.
     Must the accused to his death be sent?

Tomorow, with a stroke...

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Lake of beauty there in France
Invitation for romance
Of course you know what I'll now say
I want to go with you someday

We don't know French but no big deal
We'll learn together, so much appeal
There is in...

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My dad is bigger than yours she said.
It made me mad; I wished she was dead.
Took my anger to my Uncle Ned.
He started laughing, happy instead.

Most serious now, sick in my head,
Ran to my cousin,...

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He'd rather err freeing the guilty 
than err punishing the innocent.
Tonight he prays for divine guidance.
Must the accused to his death be sent?

Tomorrow, with a stroke of his pen,
someone will live or be doomed to...

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With the stage name “Denver,” beloved poet John
to country, folk and beautiful soft rock was drawn.
“Take Me Home Country Road” made him a star.
What lovely songs for nature he strummed on his guitar!

With the stage...

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Been travelin' the country side,
punchin' cows and makin' my way,
Been weeks lookin' at cattle hide,
hotter than _ell 'n' not much pay,

It's up and at'em before dawn,
on a horse and saddle all day,
Money made, then gets...

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Have you ever seen a puffed-up hairless dog?
I frankly did not think that I ever had, and I said as much.
This one is a big eater, he feeds more than a hog.
And he puts on...

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