Cordial Poems - Poems about Cordial

I'm a Cordial man A cordial man with a beautiful sight, I know this is just not right But no, I will never fight It’s hard for me to write . How can I turn on the light It looks like the naughty night But where is the noble knight Oh, I need help tonight. O God lend me your light Give me strength to...

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Bursts of blooming colors in my garden fair every bud is beauty born of love and toil rays of sunshine easy days and breezy air cordial flowers flushed with color coil Nature sings of all creation its here and there a joyful world of wonder heart's embroil calliandra feather sweeps of angel hair silver...

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It’s as familiar as the beat of your heart— the echoing claps of heels on the floor, a swift rapture when the doors open. I almost feel like the clouds give way and I look the sun in her eye. The euphoric feeling the ocean embodies when night meets day. The glow multiplies with each step, as does the weight on...

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spring's living winds breathe a stroke of cordial welcome chicks nestle blue eggs 3/18/2020...

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If I am not here to see Let him in, my little chickadee If the bell rings twice it’s a pair Don’t shut them out, its’ not fair If I don’t hear this little bird He’ll fly away, not leaving a word, From whence he came, it’s unclear I could not see and could not hear. If by evening he does not...

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"Hey, some of these, please," She says to me as I reach: "Two," she pleads after. "Thank you." Indeed those two words Always secretly please me....

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Douglas Dempster the Dumpster King Hates to be called Doug Dumpster But he's to blame if that's his name Denying it is a real stumper. Mashes the trash, burns it to ash, Recycles all that's allowed; A self-made man with a garbage can That ought to make him proud. Dougy Dumps whines and grumps "Nobody gives me respect! If not for me the world would...

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Cooking Together, day by day Digitally You In your best apron And I in my evening suit Hmm, the soup Is boiling With your finest herbs I tasted it And wish I have cooked it first ...your bowl of wordy art...

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