Whip Poems - Poems about Whip

Here’s today’s New York surprise I witnessed with my own two eyes: Reddi-Whip, the cans amounted To nineteen (and yes, I counted!). Lined up on a bench, as well As underneath, and I could tell They all were empty, for the caps Were strewn around, by slobs, perhaps. There was no whipped cream residue And raindrops hadn’t sprinkled through, So with these clues, I did...

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peanut butter and mayo don’t forget lettuce it is my favorite sandwich not real Mayo Sweet Miracle Whip do you want one? ...

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Today we drove from Wolf Point, Montana to Minot North Dakota making one major stop on the trip… at the Dakota Drug Store in Stanley, North Dakota to enjoy a Whirla-Whip. What makes this treat so special and why we had to stop today is they have the only remaining original Whira-Whip machine in the entire USA. In the 1930’s...

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whip-poor-will sings at daybreak.... tires burning scent someone keeps setting wood fires and putting car tires on them. I have called the forest rangers and they said there is nothing they can do about it. The smoke settles in the hollow on the creek just a few feet from my home and it...

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Whip-poor-will, whip-poor-will, whip-poor-will all night Security, assurance, delight Defender of the small nest Or out on his quest For his mate. Rest What's his fate Will he pass this test Conquer, mate, rear a success Life isn't easy, some fright, much delight Whip-poor-will, whip-poor-will, whip-poor-will, all night ...

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the whip-poor-will calls only briefly I know that he is back and alive he sounds so weak and sickly I wonder if he will survive I long to hear his melody maybe his mate in answer is the weather too cold? or he's too old. What will be the outcome? he doesn't seem to have established his territory or his regular nest was this...

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Down where the lavender wisteria blooms. For the first time this spring, and early in the morning I heard the whip-poor-will sing its intriguing tune. Later, when I looked out the kitchen window. Birds of many species were swarming freshly filled birdfeeders. House finches, red cardinals, and sparrows as well Doves upon the ground nibbled...

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There’s a good man deep inside me though most could never tell, when I’m brawlin’ with the devil drinkin’ booze and raisin’ hell. Satan grins and taunts me it seems he won’t backdown, a good man wants to get free but the whip - it does come down! I knew I had a slim chance once things had gone awry to crack his whip with...

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White puffs of goodness. Whip cream in love with jello. Cold, jiggling flavor, Topped with foaming nothingness, Yielding to gel's surrender....

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The whip-poor-will entertains. His song crisp and fresh today His voice is not inhumane. And leads my few thoughts astray. Running was the Bovidae Outside my open window. So, I could hear faraway Dance of the painted pinto. Just for fun, no there was no Bovidae nor painted pinto. Written: 5/18/2023...

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An angered father went for his whip And son made for a man to him grip: Ferdinand's sudden timely smart slip; The cowhide would have slashed his hip! Now as safe as a bird on a roof, Father's relaxed grip on whip sound proof Town send knew the rules and would not goof. At home he'll change son's right foot to hoof. "Fine!...

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In the Appalachian hill country there are night birds; they call to each other in the dark yet hunt alone. These birds are not owls but nightjars, they are known also as whip-poor-wills, goatsuckers, or bug-eaters by the locals. When they utter they shiver the ear-hairs of all that harken. When clinging to a tree trunk their dim mottled plumage makes then almost invisible. When they fly they fly...

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whip-poor-will's first call this spring comes at midnight hour.... ...

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That whip is the flaming might of the heavenly white dove That burns away the wicked, and blows away the black ash thereof That long-lasting wood for the whip is the blood ridden cross That brought death to Jesus and begot the life of Christ now above These joined made the flaming cross for Jerusalem...

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Riding on the wind Whippering, willowing call Bob White's lone love song....

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