Slinky Poems - Poems about Slinky

The golden hope Of brighter tomorrow Slides into the salty ocean No steam or bubbles Just the crimson joy of the clouds Escorting With their shifting ochre tones While fiery orange irradiates The grateful atmosphere Until slowly Ever so slowly Into the ripples of the horizon's haze The queen of the daylight Slinks Then is gone Her wispy train of colour Vanishing As the blue king of the night Claims his...

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He makes himself at home daily as he slinks through the house. He slinks so stealthily, he can sneak up on man, woman and mouse. He almost always slinks to the mailbox and gives the mail man a scare. Dogs in the neighborhood are fearful of him, he has a menacing stare. My wife had to be accepted by...

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I woke in the backseat ‘cause sleeping is what I did - - I hid when we had a many state, family vacation ride. Daddy said that this time, we would drive straight thru five. Mama’s hair back was smashed headrest flat cause Sis pressed against her and they were sleeping like that. Brother was pressing his back window with...

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It slunk downstairs as we all watched, Delighted and amazed. Of course, it couldn't climb back up But none of us were fazed. 'Cause it was also fun to see it Puddle hand to hand, The back and forth so cool, though why I still don't understand. They still sell Slinkys in the stores But silver is passe. They're plastic now and every color's There in...

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A helical "Slinky" type coil Compresses or springs without toil, It’s spiral at times, Or stretched to the nines... Like worms that are happy in soil! Beneath or on top of the ground, They stretch, but so often lie wound, Their tunnels air earth To make healthy dirt And seedlings are glad they’re around! February 21, 2015 Premiere Contest: Spiral Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann...

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I walk to the edge of the platform Looking far Down the descending steps Knowing the bottom is somewhere out there And without thinking too much Move outward My black right shoe Goes forward and down Followed by the right cuff Of my black twill tweed trousers Leading the rest of me Like a slinky My right hand Grasps the right handrail For some sense of...

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JUST ANOTHER ANNOYANCE From: Jeff Cohen View Contact To: cjbell@att.net ? Browse Notes DID YOU SEE JAY? (THERE ARE ONLY A SELECT FEW WHO GET THAT TITLE) by free cee dec. 12, 2011 at 5:20am i like playing games but this one ain't any phun I love dancing, but the music is almost done i like movies but not one so obscure and...

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