"booga" poems - Hello Poetry

*The sky is blue white swirl toothpaste The afternoon sun has a glowing smile on it's face Backcountry radiates from gold to forest green , wind dancers cheer and ruminate over a living , breathing scene A butterfly is bound for points east , blackbirds whisk the windsong dreams Angus herds booga-lah-dooga-lah the stair step meadow , a tickled Titmouse chirps in the October shadow*

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Oct 17, 2016

Oct 17, 2016 at 2:04 PM UTC

randolph-l-wilson

Notes from a Monday Afternoon Walk ..

*The sky is blue white swirl toothpaste The afternoon sun has a glowing smile on it's face Backcountry radiates from gold to forest green , wind dancers cheer and ruminate over a living , breathing scene A butterfly is bound for points east , blackbirds whisk the windsong dreams Angus herds booga-lah-dooga-lah the stair step meadow , a tickled Titmouse chirps in the October shadow*

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Taking steps back I found my way home It's time that I lack Bare down to my bone If this is my path Let it not be my own These crowns that I cast As I run to The throne Amen

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Dec 9, 2023

Dec 9, 2023 at 12:45 AM UTC

Jesse_Nakai

Ooga booga

Taking steps back I found my way home It's time that I lack Bare down to my bone If this is my path Let it not be my own These crowns that I cast As I run to The throne Amen

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Suga Booga Marshmallow milkshake pink clouds two ***** fingers and a saucy meatball, its chill she says, thats the title, giggles to herself and Juniper Rose smiles somewhere as she raps Me and Mr. Horner standing on the corner An old roommate Carla, told me she liked the sound of the keys because it sounded productive. she eats a cookie and says she did it, is proud, says its good and makes some tea laughs along to the ring, chocolate chip cookies left at our door, how lucky are we, these cherokee blankets, small pox, Covid 9, staring at the sun, we live in a world where its dangerous to hug someone you love

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Jul 29, 2020

Jul 29, 2020 at 6:17 PM UTC

universal-thrum

Words On The Refrigerator Door

Suga Booga Marshmallow milkshake pink clouds two ***** fingers and a saucy meatball, its chill she says, thats the title, giggles to herself and Juniper Rose smiles somewhere as she raps Me and Mr. Horner standing on the corner An old roommate Carla, told me she liked the sound of the keys because it sounded productive. she eats a cookie and says she did it, is proud, says its good and makes some tea laughs along to the ring, chocolate chip cookies left at our door, how lucky are we, these cherokee blankets, small pox, Covid 9, staring at the sun, we live in a world where its dangerous to hug someone you love

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