"pekin" poems - Hello Poetry

I was finally and absolutely safe. I, a gem in my father's eye, and he, born before my sight. In the house, the streets, indefinite ringing, and the almost-departure of the grand-papy pat on the back, a gesture entirely too simple for me. I just wanted to hug him and hear him speak. Even all I disagreed with spawned the most paternal anger in me, only days after the vasectomy. He had we, my sister and three other children but anyways two got off free, so it's just my sister with me, and some heavy things where all on us. And someone lifted a few off at the arriving terminal, at the carousel. Acclimated to the pekin breeze we the most moral-est sponge we'd ever seen take some space in his daddy brain. Wosh...wooosh...whehw, whewh and my dad's anew. Some startling thing he knows whens he looks down the road, deep down into the road, because here you are so sweet when you speak.

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Dec 3, 2012

Dec 3, 2012 at 2:41 AM UTC

ByronTheDane

Short Stories from Illinois: Chapter 3

I was finally and absolutely safe. I, a gem in my father's eye, and he, born before my sight. In the house, the streets, indefinite ringing, and the almost-departure of the grand-papy pat on the back, a gesture entirely too simple for me. I just wanted to hug him and hear him speak. Even all I disagreed with spawned the most paternal anger in me, only days after the vasectomy. He had we, my sister and three other children but anyways two got off free, so it's just my sister with me, and some heavy things where all on us. And someone lifted a few off at the arriving terminal, at the carousel. Acclimated to the pekin breeze we the most moral-est sponge we'd ever seen take some space in his daddy brain. Wosh...wooosh...whehw, whewh and my dad's anew. Some startling thing he knows whens he looks down the road, deep down into the road, because here you are so sweet when you speak.

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*Afternoon walks around this calm body of water are as precious and innocent as a toddlers first steps , orange sunshine reflecting across her mirrored surface , Canadian goslings proudly trail their mother , Great Blue Herons stand guard at the treetops as young couples laugh and share their joy for one another Pekin Ducks feast along along the manicured shores , Bullfrogs signal the hour of Dusk as the Piedmont Corn Moon heads for home Shadow lovers commit bucolic images to lifetime memory beneath the periwinkle twilight blush Astral plats of silver and gold , the distant cry of Turtle Doves*

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Apr 30, 2016

Apr 30, 2016 at 1:10 AM UTC

randolph-l-wilson

City Lake ..

*Afternoon walks around this calm body of water are as precious and innocent as a toddlers first steps , orange sunshine reflecting across her mirrored surface , Canadian goslings proudly trail their mother , Great Blue Herons stand guard at the treetops as young couples laugh and share their joy for one another Pekin Ducks feast along along the manicured shores , Bullfrogs signal the hour of Dusk as the Piedmont Corn Moon heads for home Shadow lovers commit bucolic images to lifetime memory beneath the periwinkle twilight blush Astral plats of silver and gold , the distant cry of Turtle Doves*

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Where the grasses magically pirouette , where Spanish Moss dances . The illusion of Oaks kissing the land off in the distance .. As leaves rejoice and sprint green fields in search of home , sweet gum cones shine like silver dollars .. Studious farm animals graze upon endless fodder , Pekin ducks imbibe indigo blue waters .. Where the Sun caresses the back of my neck and shoulders , where my Grandfather waves , reading Whitman from his porch .. White Turkeys brighten the rural horizon , the scent of homegrown tomatoes tickles my nose , the allure of honeysuckle fence line and prickly , white Cherokee rose ..

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Jan 29, 2016

Jan 29, 2016 at 11:44 AM UTC

randolph-l-wilson

My Southern Memory

Where the grasses magically pirouette , where Spanish Moss dances . The illusion of Oaks kissing the land off in the distance .. As leaves rejoice and sprint green fields in search of home , sweet gum cones shine like silver dollars .. Studious farm animals graze upon endless fodder , Pekin ducks imbibe indigo blue waters .. Where the Sun caresses the back of my neck and shoulders , where my Grandfather waves , reading Whitman from his porch .. White Turkeys brighten the rural horizon , the scent of homegrown tomatoes tickles my nose , the allure of honeysuckle fence line and prickly , white Cherokee rose ..

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Throwing daisies into Crystal Lake Feeding Pekin Ducks , smoking blueberry blaze Relishing quiet time with my friends , the water striders and Trumpeter Swans , elder passersby waving from the roadway .... Chewing tangy grass , collecting runaway thoughts on a Renoir masterpiece kind of day...

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Apr 1, 2016

Apr 1, 2016 at 10:03 PM UTC

randolph-l-wilson

The Postcard Day

Throwing daisies into Crystal Lake Feeding Pekin Ducks , smoking blueberry blaze Relishing quiet time with my friends , the water striders and Trumpeter Swans , elder passersby waving from the roadway .... Chewing tangy grass , collecting runaway thoughts on a Renoir masterpiece kind of day...

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