Preened Poems - Poems about Preened

...I sat still in the moment's silence, Listening to the songs of the birds— A melody of varied frequencies, A harmony is born from nature's gifts. I gazed at the radiant sky, I watched......

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...I’m standing in the common room, turning in circles. I’ve so many things to do, all at once, I can’t figure out which way to jump. A time management problem, I suppose, maybe I should have taken that......

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...‘Most of the dandelions had changed from suns into moons.’ – Vladimir Nabokov The humble dandelion Earth bequeaths. Oh, golden bloom which ancient lore bequeaths that fortune ‘s......

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...Hovering over a flashing sign At the portal to our oil town Chirped the fluttering sparrow To the tiny desert flower That had just offered Its first golden smile To the rising sun of spring: ......

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...You found your plumage In your feathers When the sun was on your wings And when the thermals bore you on Your heart burst out in song You roared in flight You scorched the sun You sang the ......

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...Winter's subtle brush and Spring's balmy stroke On ragged frost to glossy flowers Will on with the heaven's wheel go— A passing through your new older hours, The sun's condolences, for dark power......

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...I wrap myself in feather-boa-fantasies of his dreams sinuous pinot-grigio-me; X-rated and never sated dancing to rock ‘n roll— 80’s dated ...my floorshow our foreplay welcome to the conjuga......

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...Oiled and preened Plucked and tucked Everything as it should, no As they see it should be Plied with cloths of gold Piled high with gems and stones Their shroud of protection being more like ......

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.... Ginger waves Preened to glister 'Long mine frame's Length attached by lover's sweat She peels hern glo......

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...I was a whimsical, interior designer, bringing colors and joy into living spaces, Subtly changing neighborhoods and lives, like vibrant arcs the rainbow traces. People were as dissimilar as their......

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...A friend and I had a rousing argument around the supper table the other day He said when them old fashioned poet would write ‘twas hard to understand what they had to say I told him it wasn’t s......

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...Carving nature at the joints the scalpel glistens clean Motion severed night from day all stillness duly preened Slicing creation half by half its essence caught between Feasting on marrow d......

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...Once upon a time... Once upon a time, in France, a storyteller fella Wrote of a girl named Cinderella, Meant as a fairy tale romance. Her daddy died when she was young, and she was forced to sh......

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...Sunrise shimmering on your hair Strands rise and wavy like mane of a mare Soft and silky when stretched Preened like feathers, not wretched Hair cylindrical or long and blonde Or tailed-black ......

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...two birds meet under a tree preened feathers, standing so free chirping with glee, wings of plea praying together like Thee......

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