"flappings" poems - Hello Poetry

Noting how the birds believe in courtship on grass in trees with song in sky They seek each other-- hoping dancing singing Starting nests to please and bringing food and silly trinkets Cooing muttering flappings Taking so much time He with color and display a-strutting She, founders tentative in disbelief around the edges of his glory mesmerized All a tender sloping toward desire

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Apr 13, 2018

Apr 13, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC

elizabeth-balise

How Birds Do It

Noting how the birds believe in courtship on grass in trees with song in sky They seek each other-- hoping dancing singing Starting nests to please and bringing food and silly trinkets Cooing muttering flappings Taking so much time He with color and display a-strutting She, founders tentative in disbelief around the edges of his glory mesmerized All a tender sloping toward desire

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Gulls, gannets brooding vying for plankton Acrobatic flights, flappings Swarm the blue Chirping, tweeting another To lave the silvery sea. Impishly unclad moppets Running and frolicking, Some helping their Fishermen father untwine nets The evening venture their chaste aim. Over the horizon Is the Yellow Face Lustring like a Gigantique Bohemian Chandelier Lapping on the repose waters. Someday when am ripe and mellow With means to own a crew I will sail up that mulky horizon And touch that glowing cosmic disc. But mater says "The horizon doesn't end" "It goes in league miles" "Even when a yore mile is sailed" "It's unattainable, puerile and trifling" She'd opine. Only these chiding words of hers I never take for a dime, I will engage in my venture I will stand to be corrected. This is my only demure dream I will endeavour and suckle her I wouldn't want an elegiac ending In this beach I've known for eon.

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Sep 15, 2017

Sep 15, 2017 at 1:30 PM UTC

Sleeky_basileus

The Dreamer

Gulls, gannets brooding vying for plankton Acrobatic flights, flappings Swarm the blue Chirping, tweeting another To lave the silvery sea. Impishly unclad moppets Running and frolicking, Some helping their Fishermen father untwine nets The evening venture their chaste aim. Over the horizon Is the Yellow Face Lustring like a Gigantique Bohemian Chandelier Lapping on the repose waters. Someday when am ripe and mellow With means to own a crew I will sail up that mulky horizon And touch that glowing cosmic disc. But mater says "The horizon doesn't end" "It goes in league miles" "Even when a yore mile is sailed" "It's unattainable, puerile and trifling" She'd opine. Only these chiding words of hers I never take for a dime, I will engage in my venture I will stand to be corrected. This is my only demure dream I will endeavour and suckle her I wouldn't want an elegiac ending In this beach I've known for eon.

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The story goes that a butteruy flapped its wings And on the other side of the world A tusunami formed from the same wind. Others keeping flappings their wings And sending storms into my life.

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Sep 11, 2014

Sep 11, 2014 at 10:37 PM UTC

brandon-reid-swaim

Butterfly Effect

The story goes that a butteruy flapped its wings And on the other side of the world A tusunami formed from the same wind. Others keeping flappings their wings And sending storms into my life.

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