Riley Poems - Poems about Riley

A dozen willows in the park A shady grove on the lawn Eleven tall trees in the sun And one dark stump in the shade. They invite me to join them here: Yes, I'd like to sit here, The fresh breeze and cool shade, With the damp earth, and the rough bark. In the sun, children play games and laugh A mother shares lunch...

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PHENOMIMISTA riley appel hue   tone in saturations dazzling   & intriquing focus   falling concentrations    colliding creating   coherent sensations     continuous experential   elaborations intense    & dense spectacular      simultaneous contrasting    proportions in perceived    peculiarities...

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Mrs. Riley the best reader in the universe Thought she might die of cancer or something worse She fell and hit her head while dumping her purse To find her copy of a Genesis Bible verse. Welcome to heaven! The book worm said. I am really sorry that you have hit your head. Here are books by Ted you may not...

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Another little bundle of joy Born today, a baby boy Riley Beau is so pure and sweet, His innocence made our hearts beat Thankful for his safe arrival And our Granddaughter's survival All our faces looked content and smiley As we had all witnessed, the beginning of THE LIFE OF REILLY...

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Caressing 'Lucille' 'Three O'Clock' in the morning 'Why I Sing The Blues' I 'Worry, Worry, Worry' 'Darlin You Know I Love You'...

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I wonder if Mary even wanted to give birth to Jesus if asked would she have said yes to become undressed of skin clothes in Chapel a flesh sacrifice she birthed God's child but God gets all the credit she gets all the trauma of never been...

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'He was a funny old bugger', they all agreed as Riley was laid in his grave, 'I believe he had a wife somewhere', said someone else in the nave. 'Two sons and a daughter', another said, 'I believe they're living abroad, 'A solitary soul, a private man, a recluse', they were all in accord. 'Yet, he'd never cut you...

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A fireball burning from within. Destined to destroy and you know it. But don’t stand too close. You’ll get lost in her fiery eyes. She’s an enchantress but she doesn’t know it. So captivating you’re lost in the sea of her vocabulary. The words on her tongue are spell-binding. Heart twisting, mind spinning, soul filling limericks that have never done more than reflect her emotions elegantly. But every-so-often, her mouth runs dry. She breaks. And you don’t want to...

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“RILEY” it’s been 730 days since we’ve first talked. even today, you’re still as incandescent as when I first talked to you. they’ve attempted to destroy you, crumble you up and swirl you around in Death’s cup. the moonless nights hold your resilience as your shadow dances with pride, proud of the owner she follows. decisions in your life gave others light...

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A female coyote pup was rescued by the Arizona Game and Fish Commission, whom afterward, came to be known as Riley. A sickly lion cub that was auctioned off, abandoned and left to die, was rescued and named Anthony, by an animal sanctuary known as Keepers of the Wild. The two arrived at nearly the very same time, and were...

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I've turned into a self-loathing, promiscuous attention-seeker, and you've turned into a drunk, arrogant, emotionless misogynist. Look how far we've come, thriving without the love of one another. Look at how we flourish like the decaying flora of a prize-winning garden. We were better together....

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Riley Ann Sawyer A little Angel she was. She came to Earth one day her stay here was short. instead of heaven - she found Hell. It happened in 2008 We can only wonder and imagine what her life was like. her mother was not with Riley's father. He was in Ohio. she came here to Spring Texas to...

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There you sit smiling, and it's you I'm watching, but you don't even know, what it is you do to me. So I keep on watching and wanting, every time I look at you, every time I talk to you, every time I smell you, my heart continues, melting, and I am forever dreaming. Whenever you pass me by, Whenever you catch my eye, I feel...

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I suppose it is surprising And I shouldn't let you know it, I've a hankering for the poetry Of that old time Hoosier poet. Perhaps you think his poems with Their easy, rustic flavor Are not poetic offerings Sophisticates would savor. "Little Orphant Annie" Is a favorite of mine Which I have read so often that I've memorized each line. "When the frost is on the punkin And...

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Isaac Bartholomue Riley, His friends just call him " Ike", Jane, his wife, they call "Smiley", He got five other writes on this site. October 12th I met this fellow, A pleasant find in two thousand nine, in a hospital in Monticello, on the mend and trying to unwind. He called himself "stalker with a walker", That's how he met "wheel chair Jane" She thought...

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