Wingtip Poems - Poems about Wingtip

...My joy surrounds me with character beauty essence I bow to the on lookers I dance to the sweetest sound all over town of lovely joyous Caribbean tunes melody opens my eyes just one more time......

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...We tramp along the fire-trail to see a water view; The sand is damp from morning rain, and imprints of our shoes Are stamping in beside the chequered tracks of cycle tyres As Brett relates the na......

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...I've always known you to be a monarch, a fairy golden wingdust scatter all over my psyche Do you remember when we were flightless like caterpillars? Now you fly in a private jet, I bet Do......

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...From each according to his ability gains little traction in a world where ability is so obviously diminished just take an honest look around you sound bites are no longer protection against an e......

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...Oh joy, why must you dance just out of reach fairy princess - mocking – shimmering wings flitting through a realm of restless dreams haunt me, sweet princess, with your soothing speech. Awake, ......

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...I look up and shield my eyes from the sun. Wipe my tears, wishing I had a secret life. I feel the stare of the neighbors around me. Neighbors without blinders as they labor whispers......

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...Crossing the mud flats of the bay daily, on 137, back and forth, back and forth, I see lives with choices and freedom. Birds free to take wing and float on a warm updraft, bask in the s......

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...harbingers of hope heavenly understudies waiting in the wings 4/3/2016 submitted to – Senryu on Angels – Poetry Contest sponsor – Marvin Celestial......

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...Poet: Ken Jordan Poem: U And I Are Different Edited by: Sparkle Jordan written: November/1987 U and I are different     we choose/not 2b what NOTS  R - We know/that NOTS-R-nots, and ......

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...There's a knack to carving wood that most don't have. It's the way whatever you're carving changes in position and expression with the pictures in the grain, Even a shock of hair twists fro......

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...HURRICANE MEMORIES That blasted storm had come up the coast all the way to New Jersey; nothing could stop it. The pigeons were diving coasting sideways one wingtip to the sky the other to......

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