Prancing Poems - Poems about Prancing

Scampering leaping missing falling July 21, 2023...

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The cats are prancing with a cha cha cha Chick a boom a chick a boom a rah rah rah We hire out for birthdays the little one said. They were throwing fish in the air, many were dead. The cats are prancing with a cha cha cha Chick a boom a chick a boom a rah rah rah We are...

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There is an air of prancing fun Elusive but lightly brewing My candid heart feels her presence Dare I warn the others? Or simply watch the show I elect to keep mum People stop arguing. Husbands embrace their wives. Toddlers with tears begin to smile. The angels are here Ancestral drama alleviated and dissipated...

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prancing baby goats throw joy around the barnyard exuding delight...

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We called them the Prancing Family. They pranced around their old Grandmother Worrying about making her mad How she could have been any madder, we never knew. When grandma died, they started prancing around their father, her son. “He pouts,” one told me. I had never seen this, but I was not his child. Two of them lived at home their entire life, prancing...

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Prancing through midnight fire I called my soul to surrender She laughed Diabolically Shocked at my daring and my failure to train myself even in death, I pulled out the big guns Plastering her with truth in leaden forms She refused to comply Making me angry, but also infuriating me, as I was losing her respect Which was the only thing I thought I would have...

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Dancing prancing cry cry cry Whirling twirling die die die Up on the roof top Laughing with maniacal glee Saddest moment ever Keeping this to myself, as you can see Shopping, buying everything in sight Wishing someone would unplug me Or turn out the light Life of the party, collecting strangers all around Falling fast, and hard, maybe to never again Fully be found. Dancing prancing Cry cry cry Bi-polar fun. Why?...

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The idiosyncrasies of a semi idolised biscuit is often symbolised by riotous clapping sessions. By camels who love to crunch. But a crunch is neither a cream, a crevasse, a cape nor is it a crammed carton. So in fact is it better to rise then fall or fall then rise? In many a disguarded...

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Loves To Be Prancing Trump does look devilish when he is dancing; He and Billy Boy Bush bragged about romancing; Woman grabbing, And back-stabbing; With him as a candidate should not be chancing. Jim Horn...

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Don't stop me now something brilliant's gonna happen A masterpiece of outstanding proportions you sure can't dampen A master chef in the kitchen True greatness can't be hidden As I prance around so stunning in my silks and satins...

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Long legged pixie hop. Circles in the grass. Encircled by the firelights. Duties in the pass. Awaken one oh global one. Assisting virally everyone. Mission paths on grasses. Enshrouded in such myth. Vital is the work of the coexisting cobra clan whose addresses to clams bring atunement. Timely in any environmental era. Couplets in goblets...

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We are the children of the dry ground; A dust bowl of empty arid fields is all our eyes espy On barren land …our voices cry Clouds darken as we watch the sky; Carousel dreams of balloons filled with water ready to burst … our voices sing! Romping the horizon, riding high… Thunder prances its hooves as lightning ripples our rainbow visions! …our voices rejoice! Dissipating dreams of...

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She rides a horse 'pon the merry-go-round The decorated carousel endorse Memories of long ago now astound She rides a horse Carousel music wind up tinkling sound Sights, scents, food all pleasures reinforce One enjoyable night forever now renowed Long ago, short time together, love's course In my aged mind those happy times rehearse 'Pon the carousel round and round and round She rides a...

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rides true on his course black Knight prancing on his horse…. takes the rook by force All Rights Reserved © MMX...

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far in the distance under the moon ..hear my call in the darkness i reach the sky ..and stand up tall prancing horse .. full of joy...

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