Recumbent Poems - Poems about Recumbent

...See the recumbent lion, it yawns, mouth stretched open a wide silence – he is not tired, just philosophically bored. It is a yawp as much as the startled jaw of a newborn kitten is a visible......

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...Recumbent, crippled: a conscious corpse Life calling for me to follow Mentality, it warps Why does my skull feel hollow? As I wait for the shadows to fall down, to swallow Emotions exhaust......

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...MIXTURES instances of ostensible  exertions with traditional certainty expected     overtly resolve   forsaken embedded  in  treasured  possessions &  perspectives sophisticted ......

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...Time passed away in the dark, the bedside clock fell silent it was never much of a talker. Below the curtained window snow had numbed the night, ill at ease my body stretched as if seeking a ......

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...My faithful quill recumbent Motionless Stark against the virgin parchment posed upon my desk The peeping moon breaks through grimy windows Mocking me as the mantel clock chimes the cheerless Midn......

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...I wave vaguely toward a boat in the distance, but can't think of what I would say if they invited me on board. "That seems excessive kindness," I say, but a voice laughs in my head, "Yeah, but the......

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...Ride my bike every single day Get nowhere fast but that's really okay Recumbent you see Losing pounds is a breeze If I'd known would've started last May......

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...Words belligerent Recumbent on the bed, lone~ Thoughts insentient, still. 10/11/20 Sen-ru ( rather than hi-ku) Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Brian Strand......

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...THE BULL His regular emissions Worthy of politicians THE ANT To the anteater Nothing is sweeter THE SLOTH Feel his chagrin Labelled deadly sin THE TURKEY With justified reason Deplor......

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...The shaded lane leads to the estuary and mud banks sculpted by the constant sea, expose their drying backs beneath the sun before once more in ebb and flow are gone. Over a sty a path leads fr......

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...Is there a coherent competent compromise to where/which we can all adhere with all that drains our incumbent neural net desires for recumbent destruction through incompetence? The not knowing of an a......

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...He doesn’t have to prove anything to me. The Holy Spirit, that is. I’ve always known He’s there, from childhood on, even if I ignored Him for many years. But like others growing older, I thank Him no......

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...'...the great tide that treads the shifting shore.' -Edna St. Vincent Millay Sluggishly the waves steal in like guilty lovers, apologetic, smothering the shore with gentle kisses of contri......

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...Death dug deep, satiated by the leave, Clover leaf fell from its tree of normality, Not touching it, I cogently allowed it to occupy, That location it did choose for my morose dirge. Relate......

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...'...the great tide that treads the shifting shore' -Edna St. Vincent Millay Sluggishly the waves steal in like guilty lovers, apologetic, smothering the shore ......

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