Mane Poems - Poems about Mane

The Mane Event - On The Catwalk And now for something completely different! I invite you to experience this unique blend of music, where this dynamic video brings to life the essence of anthropomorphism, in an entertaining portrayal, highlighting creatures with human-like traits - a total figment of my fertile imagination. Meet a lion 'With Attitude' so...

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Brief Mane n' Tail shampoo tall (tell) tale Living social amidst crime infested urban jungle bumping uglies cheek to jowl analogous fate being housed in jail escape room of great outdoors spurred subject matter in question to journey to hinterlands far from madding crowd of Fort Lauderdale woodsman ever watchful for Centaur the body and legs of a horse and with...

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Ye zindagi bhi alag he paheli hai, Na Jane kiski kismat me kya liki hai. Jo khelna caha wo bhi tuta, Jo na kela paya wo bhi Rutha, Jo samaj na cha ha Wo apno se tuta. Koi na jane kiske mane , Kya saccha kya juhta ye kon Jane , Insaan rang roop se bhar na dek paya, Atma ko Chood...

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I once sported a manly beard, a beastly beard had I. But then on the farm, at the crack of dawn, while my lady cheered, she chopped it off, and while the cows mockingly mooed, I quietly cried. And with that, a little something inside of me died. I would venture to guess it was my manly pride. She brushed and whispered into...

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The wind brushes her red mane wild and untamed, lifting her gown A trance sweeps and sways her figure while bright orbs surround her Transported to other realms where forestry scenes blend far away A wistful lean body revealed thru a sheer dress, she is lifted into thin air As she twirls around to celestial sounds, with spirits...

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That Beautiful Mane And Her Pretty Dress Should a poet grab on and celebrate A bit of poesy or her virgin kiss Finding her was it purest luck or fate O' lord her soft smile this man sure does miss And our weekend trek through to rolling hills That cool breeze begging us ever onward "Those tempting June nights full of golden...

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Once upon a donkey’s back, as I rode I heard a quack. Donkey worriedly shook his head. “It’s a duck!” he brayed with dread. I was surprised and could not speak. Why would docile Donkey shriek? Duck was not a fearsome foe. Why did Donkey fear him so? “Donkey,” I asked, “why do you fear? Duck is merely following us here.” “I don’t wish Duck...

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Lion with the lovely mane You are so pure, so loving, so sane You are sassy, handsome and fine, and…. I want to make you my valentine...

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Morning, bright morning, your promise has come Morning, bright morning, new birth of the sun Into your arms I bathe in reflection Into your warmth I strip off my fear Into your heart I surrender the darkness Into your strength I lay down my spear Morning, bright morning, your promise has come Morning, bright morning —today rebegun (Local Train From 30th Street Philadelphia: May, 2022)...

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Lions Fearless, watchful Supreme and majestic, Their mane, golden crested crown worn With pride. 16.08.21...

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King of the Jungle Queuing with my homies Houdinis every one. No sharpened  tongues, but scissors, To calm the shaggy throng Not all blokes in this queue, Despite lockdown's grooming blooper, As I stand here and review, Will contest my Bradley Cooper Alas, Delilah wins. It's time to shave my greying locks Hirsute-less head, Yul Brynner, Now the look my ego rocks Now a simple...

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A women kept slinging her mane That was caught in the wheels of a train It cut her hair short So, she went out and bought A wig with a triple inch mane...

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Majestically standing in the field, Black coat shiny, bright and sleek, Pampered and good-natured, Recently shod to ride, Comfortable saddle to sit upon, Whinnied to say "come on", Spirited you want to run, To own and ride a horse is a blessing not a chore, Treat them right they will be loyal to the core, Mistreat them !!!!!!!! Beware they kick....

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The joy in my heart can't be explained Sorta like when you get your first choo-choo train Well I stand up to pee Discovered have no teats Which made sense, started combing my mane...

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Song Of Songs 8:10: I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. Thus I have become in his eyes like one bringing contentment. MANE OF THE GRAYING LION God molded the figure of a woman - her curves and sultry skin; and the eyes of beholden man, to search out the strongbox. The jewels pure, as...

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