Short Primping Poems

dog
friendly, playful
jumping, barking, rolling
bone, ball, wall, throne
primping, preening, grooming
majestic, haughty
cat...

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primping and preening dancers
their bright dresses ending in a flourish of ruffles
they twist while they walk, enticing the males
my sister is the worst of them, catching two...

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Three colorful birds were dressed in their Sunday best.
They came parading and primping, out of one nest.
Their benefactor thought they looked lovely, naturally.
Glad now that she had invited these three for tea....

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The sweetest, most special thing I've ever heard--
(though as a kid, Mother Teresa thought it absurd)

Was her mother's primping before her father returned
Every work day evening, after their bread was earned

She always wanted to welcome him home with love
& their shared mission was to lead their kids Above...

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James Bee Dee dunked himself in vats of cologne,
Hoping this would cover up his lack of bathing.
Every Saturday night he spends by himself, alone.
Primping, preening, for a lovely woman, he’s craving.

Preparing for a date that might never ever be,
He resolves to stick to his determined non-bathing plan
There will be no water touching stubborn James Bee Dee. 
He winks at his reflection, saying “You’re the man!”...

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In the dappled moonlight streaming 
through the window,
just a purple bleed of hues,
hydrangea shadows
melt into the night
and I sense their
lavender stories;
they whisper,
we are the
children
of
Mother Earth.
she gifts our souls
with vibrancy from birth.
Come breathe our scent,
come touch our brows,
come share the gifts
we’re given and giving;
we’ll gladly share them now
and you will revel
in moonlight
along
with us.
...

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An iceberg beach
in southern seas
has sunning seals dream warm.

An iceberg platform 
hosts party-penguins primping, flipping
in tuxedo-feathered dives.

Iceberg lids
on ocean pots
keep meals of squid and krill in brine.

This subconscious analogy
may house unknown minds
that deeply lurk below.

The iceberg stalker
now, is a foggy shroud
where ship-bones groan.

Here, a sunlit castle fades:
a midnight-pink covers 
the silent melting weather-throne....

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