Short Preens Poems

chemical attack
black eagle preens elegance
flight of the damned...

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Floating white feather
An Angel preens her wings
A subtle gesture...

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Floating white feather
An Angel preens her wings
A subtle gesture....

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a new Mother coos
the proud papa struts and preens~
bored, the old soul yawns...

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The barn owl,
Preens his feathers but
Stares down with
Clear moon-eyes,
Before he catches prey...

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A cerulean jay
perches
atop a papaya tree.
One goitered old woman
preens
a bright comb
in chartreuse hair....

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winter afternoon...
ebony crow perches, preens,
like it owns the place,
pecking into a bread crust...
unregal lord of its realm...

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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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brilliant red robin 

                                preens and chirps with all his heart

                                         rosy songs of spring


Written on 3/2/2016...

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Ancient beyond knowing,
spirals of information
float in on a frothy tide.

With shades of the rainbow
the whelk shell preens
enclosing its gastropod guest.

Where did they meet
to become this symbiotic star
of eons before mind?...

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In the last ten years
I have
Been looking
In the
Mirror
Aging
Brown spots
Cracks
Wrinkles
Where
Brown
Hair
And
Muscle
Lived
Dances
Barely
Still
The
Cat
Cleans
And
Preens
In
Front
Of
Me
As
I
Work
And
Never
Seems
To
Age...

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Humidity’s blanket rests upon the pond
frogs draped in lurid air
idle on glazed lily pads
waxed turtles gleam
amid the dance of hazy heat
a silent duck preens
as dragonflies swim
through moistened air
the heron waits.



John G. Lawless
©8/19/2019...

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Mistletoe in July? What do you mean?
Are you a nocturnal Christmas tree queen?
A daily optimist in red and green?
Bringing me this idea in a Santa stein.
July magic preens betwixt and between.
We have our own traditions duly seen.
Stay for the fireworks, they are rather keen....

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Life, And Trekking Across Wild Wilderness

As epic pain ebbs then subsides

Nature's steals the mountainous scene
With beauty's encompassing slides

Home, farm life, peacock yardbird preens.

Robert J. Lindley, Goethe-Stanza
7-27-2023

Note:  Goethe Stanza- New poetry form, that I recently discovered....

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Old gorgeous Jake is completely in love
Hours he stares and hears a turtledove.
One weekend he never leaves her alone.
He stays in there with a well-used comb.
He goes nowhere, eats nothing at all.
He stretches and preens and stands so tall!
His parents are tearful and truly fear
He’ll never fall out of love with his mirror....

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Breakfasts of strawberry pancakes
Hot and made with love,
A regular childhood occurrence
In kitchen where odors of love and comfort
Soothed the hurt the bully left
And made one feel stronger.
One pulls courage from comfort food
Strength from those who care,
For the bully is actually a coward
Who preens and acts the bantam....

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Here comes the uppity bejeweled crow
Carrying her loud beak just so and so
She is wearing a cape as white as snow
Her beady eyes turn on me; they have a glow

Flashing gemstone rings are on her feathers today
She preens and twists, weirdly turning away
Around her neck there is a diamond choker
I heard she won this playing cardinal poker...

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As the crow preens her pride
Whistling truth through corn maze
She is looking for a mate
He is a brilliant contender
Whistling truth through corn maze
Watching for best specimen
He is a brilliant contender
Magnificent match for both
Watching for best specimen
She is looking for a mate
Magnificent match for both
As the crow preens her pride....

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Seventy degrees
sunlight exudes joyfulness
bird song wafts in air

high spirited voice
uplifting excited day
greener than ever

flowers effloresce
happy congratulations
daffodils erect

glassy eyed chipmunk
chased off by brown grown squirrels
hurly burly way

chirping and trilling
a harsh bulldog’s deep croaking
cardinal preens in sun...

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Dreamily
she prances and preens as she floats,
paces the gleaming tiled floor,
admiring

images
of her other self, they seem so real,
yet quite surreal in soft, liquid
light,

reflections
on crystal facets, on mirrored prisms
of a glass closet exclusively
designed

for those
with galloping narcissism to pander to,
those awed and swept off the floor by
themselves....

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Dumbbell lifts up and down
weight watcher clown

preens like a blow hard
pacing the yard.

Wearing a white face
with money and place

a sense of entitlement
all the way to hell sent.

Doing the dime
with no fear of the time.

Superior skin
took a left to the chin,

now the cock of the walk
can't even talk.

Supreme courts of justice
may take care of us,

animals in this zoo
will take care of you....

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Extremely temperamental
she preens and poses like
a princess with a secret.

Conceited and remote
she craves attention
and cries until she gets it.

Soft to the touch she
cuddles closely as I 
hold her in my arms.

She loves to eat, yet 
maintains her slender figure,
so trim, so debonair!

She's not easy to live with
but she's worth it,
despite her cold nose,

her scratchy claws
and my urge to sneeze,
my heart is hers to keep!...

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Extremely temperamental
she preens and poses like
a princess with a secret.

Conceited and remote
she craves attention
and cries until she gets it.

Soft to the touch she
cuddles closely as I 
hold her in my arms.

She loves to eat, yet 
maintains her slender figure,
so trim, so debonair!

She's not easy to live with
but she's worth it,
despite her cold nose,

her scratchy claws
and my urge to sneeze,
my heart is hers to keep!...

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Extremely temperamental
she preens and poses like
a princess with a secret.

Conceited and remote
she craves attention
and cries until she gets it.

Soft to the touch she
cuddles closely as I 
hold her in my arms.

She loves to eat, yet 
maintains her slender figure,
so trim, so debonair!

She's not easy to live with
but she's worth it,
despite her cold nose,

her scratchy claws
and my urge to sneeze,
my heart is hers to keep!...

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Listen to poem:

The Season of Grieving Color
David J Walker

The day dawns in golden streams
Of pinks and grays 
And the frays of  things 
In moist and curious blues

What color of the pallor 
Could be piled upon
the pallet to bring
In the days news 

Seasons are soon changing 
Rearranging the specter 
Of views we’ve become
Used to

There is little heat in  yellows & greens
Scenes of desires in 
Cool violet fires 
That preens in convex mirrors...

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