Plumy Poems - Poems about Plumy

..."SPIRITED GIBBERISH" Curtained eyes droop, closing, cleansing, visions. Feathering sunlight. Splintering waked-vivid lashes dreaming of the day. Eyes concealing retreat from here, to there, to wha......

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..."Spirited Gibberish" Curtained eyes droop, closing, cleansing, visions. Feathering sunlight. Splintering waked-vivid lashes dreaming of the day. Eyes concealing retreat from here, to there, to w......

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...Drifting through the skies, Alone, she always flies Where no one else can go Across the mountains, Where the winds blow… On soft, downy wings She soars, inspired by the sun The glowing ebb ......

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...My steady eyes observe a jay lodge against the fissure of night To glide at morn, its rebellious cruise as plumy wings reach hills and skies, and orbs: Somehow, I feel each turn of reels identi......

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...Prevarication permits pretend perception, presenting piquantly piqued, pimply pimping playboy, plucky pulchritudinous previously pusillanimous, prevalently puckish, psychic packman, pokemon playin......

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...I woke up to see such a ginormous granny. I woke up to inhale the aroma of the gravy. I woke up in a surrounding full of grouchy. Though am little grumpy but am like a guppy. I woke up in splushy......

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...She should have been Hera, goddess queen of heaven, the sister-wife of Zeus, king of the gods; she would have caught him one Friday night tipping Out while she sleeps to visit one of his plumy wi......

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..."If I feel physically, as if the top of my head been taken off, I know it's poetry." --Emily Dickenson ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~ No......

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...Thinking of O, Ms. Jill Martin was in her solitude “Quietly…breathing” That, she just waved her hand greeting April Lewis “Without Speaking” I spied humorist Donald Meikle, writing a “Note to a Lad......

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...I’ve met the slow White hound I’ve heard his haunting howl prowl through November air I shook his frigid paw that came when bones were bare. A gusty, spectral thief of moments far too brief ......

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...Eyelashes caress my cheek, -- your lips, do the same, on mine, a pulsating taste, so sweet, to contrast this plumy wine. I over indulged, I fear, a touch on my thigh -- one glance, and cherub......

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