Wag Poems - Poems about Wag

Even after a day of fun Sunday night can be a drag I’d like to see its tail wag all bubbly, perky, eager like a woodland beaver ...

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Offerings we hold on to, in time become egoic glue and thus suspect are desires, chasing dreams ego aspires. Ego’s but an interface, letting memory retrace fond longings holding appeal, rekindled with zest and zeal. Conjuring thus, our life script, our soul’s light now derelict, we prolong our agony, bemused by pain’s symphony. To know the truth, clear as day, cessation then is the way, bringing soul’s light centre...

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We really rather love our Mr Wag. A bag of music, music in a bag. Such masterpieces did he once produce. We listen every day to Mr Wag. Oh such a man, a wit was Mr Wag. Oh what a dish of gifts, oh what a bag. A Ring he made for us to hear, not wear. The Nibelungen sent by Mr...

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Not all tongue that wag You dishonorably gag … Of course not that of my Neighbor Which assigned to itself Christ’s Labor For it doesn’t behind lag And will ever out ***, While demolishing knickers that sag; Women that fripperies drag, Hundreds of cosmetics bag, Fun always pokes at a hag Or lanes walk that zigzag And in the church read a mag! The tongues...

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Wiggelly, wiggelly wag, a worm is in the bag; squiggelly, squiggelly squoo, and now I've counted two; wiggelly, squiggelly dee, another one is three! LOL, my nursery rhyme for Eve's contest, written 5th March...

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Wag your tails in agreement my big-footed band, there’s nothing can beat us in dinosaur land! Fear not for tomorrow for we wear the crown, eat your fill of the forest, then trample it down. Don’t weep for the injured, the small and the frail, the more you can eat them the strong will prevail. So gorge on the world and get monstrously large, and thus will our species stay...

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We loved the movie We enjoyed it… It tells the truth about life And it foretells it in advance… With countries starting with an ‘A’: Albania - Afganistan… About Monica and Bill And wars on terror just began… And good new is: It never ends!...

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My hair is dyed to hide the grey and how my boobies sag But I have it on good authority I’m a ‘Walnut Wag’ A ‘Walnut Wag’ … what’s that you may ask I will enlighten you for that’s my task A ‘Walnut Wag’ is the partner of someone with prostate cancer This cancer can be cured so don’t let...

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Wag Sekond minuut, na uur na dag ‘n Dag na nag, na week verwag Poseer die mag terwyl ek wag Totdat ek sag jou woord hoor lag Vir liefde, week na maand na jaar wag soekend hard deur die gevaar. Die hart soek ook maar wag reeds daar Die kop het nog nie oor gevaar Wat help die wagery ‘n mens? Die wag verwag ook...

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One day a scruffy looking dog turned up on the doorstep, an independent sort of lad. Now to who do you belong? wondered the boy calling for his dad. "Look Dad can we keep him" "Well while we look for his owners. He must belong to someone" Time went on and they called him Wag as...

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In human affairs, what prepares A mortgage to funnel a home A church to repent its coffers A vehicle to search its on tank What keeps stolen pride alive While kingdoms crumble Let it be The barnacles of the bridge Enlightenment rescind its kid As chalkboards charter a change Or simply rearrange furniture The hospital panic to save us When jobs dont cover the cost All the workers...

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The tongues they wag, with constant chatter making such a noise, making such a clatter spreading all their lies thinly , on their toast with tea How I wish their tongues would stop, wagging about me. So and so was seen it's true, I cannot tell a lie Going somewhere late, with another guy did you hear the latest about that...

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A symphony escort named Brute Was charging each man with no suit He must have been witty To dupe Maestro Smitty He also made off with his lute...

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A Wag Tail called Jack Whenever I feel sad or low it’s to my garden I will go and there I always seem to see a little wag tail watching me he has a flash upon his chest that’s how I know him from the rest I often wonder if he knows I’m feeling down, for when I show he’s never scared, won’t fly...

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