Primps Poems - Poems about Primps

...He primps that dome like it’s his crown, A shiny orb, the talk of town. Shaves that bowling ball twice a day, No rogue hairs dare to stay. Refined olive oil, scentless, slick— His scalp’s own ......

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...Whereas and wherefore hence and hereafter An idle balloon sits high in the rafters It’s hard to decide which one is dafter The one who just bought it or the “arts” crafter the media just primps......

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...The former blond model pouts and primps Swinging her hips Down the splashing catwalk of shoreline Sand caving to her imagined heels Wheeling to her awaiting Israeli mogul Her shoulders set so ......

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...Everyone tells her she's beautiful, Smart, kind and funny She hears these words all the time Like a silent killer with no soul No value, no power, only empty words That society has carved and re......

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...The little old lady puts on her gloves and her hat, walks out to her garden, with her little black cat. She speaks to the plants as though they could hear, the cat just stares at the lady a......

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...Winter wound itself a bit too tightly around the thaw shouting down the aria of Spring, howling through the hasty sunshine, ruffling the feathers of instincts transients. And yet we wait hu......

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...mellow fellow yellow jello Tot throws at the mellow fellows chair as Dad primps his yellow jello hair 1-22-18......

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...Love’s passionate angel plucks romance’s harp, studies scrupulously, keeps arrows sharp, covers strawberries with chocolate silk, searches for sensations - creamy as milk. Cupid p......

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...He speaks with charisma and style He portrays a commendable role His words seek to charm and beguile But who should we really control? His words lift the beat of our hearts We listen with pass......

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...A-CAT-A-COMB NINE-LIVES-A-TALE * SHE-PRIMPS-AND-PREENS EACH-FINE-DE-TAIL * WITH-TONGUE-TO-FUR PAW-FACE-AND-TAIL * THIS-DEATH-A-TOMB SHE-SHANT-EN-TAIL * ~TH~......

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...The night sky’s lovers Emerge in their millions To pay homage to their beloved Infatuated stargazers Souls ignited by a phantom flame, Mooning at their mistress With cats eyes Through rose ......

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...A yellow-toothed moon primps in the mirror of Mid-western ponds. Cats snake in and out of red-faced barns gone mad. In Kansas-land... ......

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...upon hard grey streets of asphalt I drive through morn’s muted orange glow white headlights shine, red brake lights blink in time with changing signals red, yellow, green disoriented city visito......

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