Menageries Poems - Poems about Menageries

...It was strange the cars, like stand alones, all unoccupied, dotting the dark wet stained streets, the moon licking puddles like a stray dog thirsty checking its reflection for a friend, ye......

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...I warned you about Mother telling her stories. I warned you, but you wouldn’t listen. I warned you about the magic of golem and djinn, about lilac walks and mysterious circuses. Stranded mi......

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...Music has a special taste feelings lost in sound Touching heard across the room vision by the pound References left unto themselves choir boys in tune Trading what they never had tribute to......

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...Life is occasionally called a "Rat race" for a reason... There are times we need to step back from life's ubiquitous and toilsome menageries reflecting on where we are in relation to our hopes, d......

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... "The In-Between" I ripped the pages of that tired old story from the heart, a body of work buried the misdiagnosed slanders then wiped their mouths with the back of ......

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...oscillating back and forth head tilting from leeward and windward an abstract puzzling my imperial gaze a Van Gogh in waiting perchance a reflection illuminated in broad mesmerizin......

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...Fancy Fancy rushes by in silk dancing shoes, Stars within her steps, All plumes and feather boas Leaving clouds of spangles, bits of sparkle, Floating in the air - Trails of rainbow ribbons,......

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...Florida gardens boast menageries most marvelous— Vermilion hibiscus nodding in the breathlike breezes Infused with night-blooming jasmine and selenicereus scents. Mockingbirds trilling like nighti......

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...Trains on theses tracks of Life are moving continually Their view of events unfolds and are unraveling rapidly, consecutively They are a multifaceted composite of compositions A living scenic pi......

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...Must We Have a Party By Franklin Price 12/14/2015 Must we have a party? What is all this fuss? When we're Asses and Elephants We're missing the bus They're menageries of thinking In ourselv......

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...You know you’re a writer when every circumstance is an opportunity To paint your paper with a pen When a teardrop shed is a new gateway with a gleaming rainbow You know you’re a writer when you a......

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...“METROPOLIS BLUES” The elemental wind curls in from the north east, sublime salon creations in disarray, in grimy profusion inventiveness subsides. The town clock strikes out, within ear sho......

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...Navigating the immense void of night The right ascension to a winter’s sky; Coincides with the height from which I stood Stars, interlinking crescendo’s so freely, Imitate the centuries, as I pr......

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