Menagerie Poems - Poems about Menagerie

Witness our depravity To creatures big and small Locked up in captivity To entertain us all When hunted down and staged In jungles where they roam Then quickly bound and caged And taken from their home No longer wild and free They lose their sense of pride With days of misery They slowly die inside As they accept their fate We revel in...

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Toddlers' Exploration: Cardboard drum and a thunderous beast With playful roars in tiny fists and feasts. Fleeting wings glide to dreams just out of reach Soaring through tales of barnyard Waddles and Squeaks. Moo! Quack! Giggles tumble and bump. Flaps flapping, bright colors peek "Brown Bear, Brown Bear," what do you seek? Mama's voice is a gentle hum Sleepy fireflies as bedtime comes. "Will...

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'Menagerie' applied to you and me on display our humanity showcased ~ insanity...

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suburban slumbers mantelpiece menagerie dreams of wild places...

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Tiny voices Sizzling cola fluorinated acids Wiggles as worms Smells liking baby breath counterfeit Sweet and sour cauliflower ears of corn Resounding screams of unicorns Catalyst deceiving all believing Ballerina mistletoe 1/8/22 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022...

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A Troth of Clouds David J Walker That’s the thing about a drought Clinging to any hint that things are about to change That clouds will rearrange their Formations of the fanciful floating menagerie of imagination into an apologue of Storm Clouds or long soaking gentle rains (I try but fail to remember the smell Of moisture mixed with earthy dirt The textures...

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A (growing) menagerie of stuffed animals And Beanie Babies The following doth constitute combination of fact and fiction unfortunately not sentences referencing overactive spousal glute though sphincter roaring could muscle us into ample loot (after wife explodes open bank vault) versus ass spire ring writer root ting to live nsync ecologically viz hypothetical analogous member of indigenous people named Yakut living in scattered settlements in northern...

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she saved a bird after he landed with feet in the air near the ceramic bunny — someone’s brother (in the garden) ginger snaps on her cool desk. cages upon cages of snakes and an orange-cheeked cockatiel. i loved to talk to that bird “Twhoo, twhoo, twhoo” the bird was there in the afternoon when almost all classrooms were dark. one day they removed all the fun from her room not one gingercrumb was left. ...

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Slaphappy monkeys swinging from trees to trees Cartwheeling giraffes heads nodding in the breeze Burly sea lions chasing sperm whales in the seas A menagerie of animals dancing as they please Bushmen collecting emporium honey bees, Whistling cardinals chasing pretty chickadees, Creatures playing pinnacle, cards upon their knees Greedy gorillas wondering if their life’s carefree....

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her christmas cluster santa claus menagerie jolliest decor...

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Management Style More Like A Menagerie What we did discover was politician's strategy, When compared to everything else is contrary; Loud and clear, A bum steer; Management style now more like a menagerie. Jim Horn...

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Oh, menagerie, like the song of the Mockingbirds, forever changing ripples in pellucid water. My heart beats, chained and caged, yet as wild as your beasts, unable to escape this emotional circus, you the Ring Master and I your sad clown. As vermilion drops infuse the myriad of ache within my throbbing tumultuous breast, my luscious ancestral desire for you weeps fragrant petals...

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The vermilion and sangria sunset sets across the sky, mockingbirds land gently on barren branches as they fly- Twilight ascends and all is ebon in the darkened night, the frangipani bushes glow as the moonlight shines, ...

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As I opened the velvet box I was suddenly flooded with a wealth of memories... The smells, the sights, the sounds of a happy childhood almost forgotten... Tiny rings that used to fit tiny fingers Gleefully now fit a small princess Rembrance of a time when Hearts and flowers and unbridled abounded Carefree, gilded love, recounted Half of...

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[indulging in mystical dreams of faeries and nymphs] Bathed in the pale shafts of moonlight they float on silent wings, barely fluttering, soft as a whisper as they hover inside my room. Tiny gossamer nymphs snatching stray moonbeams, flirting, cavorting, crazily misbehaving - they glide and dance around my roses. They may exist only in my bare dream moonscape, mere creations lurking in cobwebs of the...

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