Long Pear shaped Poems

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My poetic side COSMOFUNNEL
wordsmith thanks tumblr in his noggin
ofttimes triggering babbling brook 
to swell after deluge
becoming stream of consciousness runnel
carving, gouging, and liquidating topography 
qua zee mow toe natural formed...

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Hi everybody, my name is Vera as some of you already know, and I am the wife of Peter Duggan. I came on this site to cheer Peter on, and also to read some poetry...

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Her full name was Labyrinthia Pennyweight Babineaux, but her closest friends called her Libby. She was of blended French, German, and Native American heritage. Her Great Great Grandparents were said to have come from a...

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Yes I can still see her...

through rose colored glasses,

imagined!

In fact,

She is gorgeous.

I remember saying...

or at least thinking out loud

...You take my breath away,

She was a perfect site to behold; I am sure men literally 
fell...

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cold rain
to slow-streak the
glass I watch you through -
you and your
christ ...
the ginger bread man,
sugar daddy savior, all that
I was not, (and less) ...
choices of
compromise, to provide
the lifeblood of your
"needs" ...

you, admiring
your bullion reflection in...

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‘They’ say there is no dress rehearsal in what is called life . . .


Who are they what garments what is heard before and again?

Existence or essence or merely the process of life-long learning?

Does happiness...

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Oh my dear warmly womb,                              ...

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Santa Clauses were to be molten and reshaped into Holy Cross bunnies
		             on a mega 3D printer but then the app somehow went...

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Whispering wings ~ feathers afloat,

   Molting and marvelous, magnanimous

      Wonders, alighting in familiar places.

      ~

Each feather remembers the warmth,

   The pear-shaped...

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I stand here beneath a beautiful fig tree,                           ...

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Today  is a  warm calm sunny gentle Winters day at the local beach.

Aquamarine blends into tuquoise then turns  deep blue ultramarine.

The gently  lapping sea  fades  into a misty purple...

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BANG
BANG
BANG
A repeated rapping on my door..
Weary eyed and drowsy,
I lost my balance and met the floor.
BOOM
BOOM 
BOOM
"Open up you lazy bum, open your door!!" 
I gather myself after the fall, 
stumbling into the wall.
It took...

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Its a warm winters day.. the sun's shining high in the powder blue sky 
A  wisp  of a  feather cloud faintly visible is the  only cloud  to be seen
Powder blue...

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I curse the day i was born beautiful.
I curse high school .
I curse the pear shaped body i had,
I curse the clear skin beauty i had.
I curse the day you saw me walking by .
I...

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My life is a country song
Reminding me about the warmth and frost.
The lush green fields,
The smiling daffodils,
The gushing waterfalls,
The golden rising sun ball,

My life is a country song
Reminiscent of the harvested crops
The pear- shaped rain...

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In 1492 a beast named Columbus sailed the seas,
Arrived in America to spread Christianity and deadly disease.
Skilled sailor and a monstrous crusader,
Talented navigator but a heartless invader.
When he sailed the ocean blue with his crew...

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La peregrina, why do I pick you from all the jewels of the world ?

Not because you were a fifty -eight and a half carat pear-shaped drop pearl

 hanging gayly on enchantress  Elizabeth...

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Just another caterpillar afternoon,
inching along lazily;
Skin feeling how faint the prairie wind blow,
time no longer telling you 
	       how slow the summer grass grow
So you take another sip of...

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The Creator designed some mighty ridiculous looking creatures.
Among them are the kangaroos with some very curious features!
One of them is its massive tail that balances its pear-shaped frame.
But I suppose 'tis that ponderous pouch that...

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Carry to the king full flagons of wine,
this is your handmaiden’s duty mercy divine
Free-flowing ambrosia nectar fruit
mixed with stolen, silk tears of satin soft slavery
Pear-shaped heartache plucked,
a yearning branch uprooted from the bloodline tree
Comely cupbearer...

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I glance at my favorite ring. 
The one I wear every day now.
The large pear shaped blue topaz is gone.
The opal band looks bereft without it.

I think of all the groceries I have sacked in...

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At the font of her own misery she wept silently 
beneath a parapet sky of midnight blue  
Silver stars enmeshed and softened the water 
as she drew closer to the only venue of comfort...

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Life is a bastard son, prodding the fertile horizon
poking into places tender, tearing the expanse of dawn
he taunts, rude and bellicose, so full of himself
spewing into the weakest streams, a wet dream.

With platitudes he prances,...

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the gray green frogs
that often
silently squat as still as bricks
and blocks
around the pear-shaped garden pond
are frisky

restless
they plop in and out of the weedy water
boasting bigly as they billow out
many a full-throated croak

- a raucous gasconade
that...

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