Coaxing Poems - Poems about Coaxing

Vivacious starlit eyes a coaxing hazard; Millions have been lost choking....

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our new librarian has such a fantastical sense of books. and a love for children, whimsy and imagination. she put up the perfect sign, which made me love her immediately....

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Akin twin invisible presence coaxing...paranormal Action across ouija board herald Faustian bargain as fingers of left hand appear to move planchette of their own accord... inexplicably, silently, and verily along a barely traceable minuscule chord dance, with some spatial force from outer limits, perhaps dimension unexplored twilight zone, (where spirit of Rod Serling dwells) horizontally, linearly, and peculiarly unmoored hashtagging, kickstarting, and zigzagging while just barely hoovering with...

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The child was wiser than Mother Goose they say She understood kissing frogs was not the only way She gave him a pat and a tiny hug, a compliment too And he granted her a wish as only a frog can do. The key was to listen to the voices in her brilliant head. Be sure to woo him, and...

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Where do we began Since this is beginning How does it end To show it's meaning What to write To convey my frustration I like the chorus But it sounds like a beginning Put sum ooh ahs in A harmonic melody Some strings and Bassy grooves Let the music beg Me to sing First verse is missing Something it lacks Something Maybe it needs me Sweet talking people to see if there care The oohs and...

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Butterfly feelings gently loosened Floating amongst easy thoughts Coaxing ambivalent dreams A joyously relaxing nap Following too much pumpkin pie...

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"For all the writers, brothers, sisters ... on our Only Ecosystem, Earth" I Some mornings are teenagers, or worse - Some mornings might combine junior and senior citizens Who know it all, or they have seen it all - How do we begin? Philosophically ... II Okay, that's a big, overused word - I meant, let us begin spiritually: Let us coax each morning,...

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Akin Twin Invisible Presence Coaxing... Action across ouija board fingers of left hand appear to move planchette of their own accord... inexplicably, silently, and verily along a barely traceable minuscule chord dance, with some spatial force from outer limits, perhaps a dimension unexplored of twilight zone, (where spirit of Rod Serling dwells) horizontally, linearly, and peculiarly unmoored hashtagging, kickstarting, and zigzagging while just barely hoovering with maybe a hair...

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You need to have a sunny day For plans that you have made. You want the kind of burning sun That makes you seek the shade. Yet Nature won't cooperate; The sky's a sea of cloud. There's nothing you can do And moping's simply not allowed. You keep your eyes trained heavenward And send a silent missive. Apollo may take notice But he shrugs you off,...

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In the quietude of morning, I write rise early, pen in hand - a rite though words sometimes stick and lodge there in a brain cell - so stubborn! Scribble some nonsense words jumpstart free flowing thoughts to appear on paper very soon....

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