Whelping Poems - Poems about Whelping

...You try to make them civilized and grown-up, but the words are infants, they want to crawl around and yell for a bit. You know that an eye is upon you. watching you in that whelping room where......

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...Ready...Aim...Fire! In light of tension twixt brinkmanship rumbling one East Asian Tiger country otherwise known as "the land of morning calm," yours truly t'will invite "freedom foo fighte......

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...Autumn, and the smolder of inert sap fills every nose, ignites flameless fires. He buries his nose in a pile of russet and gold-flecked leaf, a squirrel scolds him from a high branch but he’s......

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...The land around here looks like it belongs to the side of a lake, it slopes downward gently, suggesting a meeting with water, front-lawns surf on grass-rippling winds. Water is forced uphill by a ......

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...The land around here looks like it belongs to the side of a lake, it slopes downward gently, suggesting a meeting with water, it front-yard-surfs on grass rippling winds, it slowly sails under the......

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...MEOW Cats MEOW Cats, In a kingdom full of pups; There amongst us; Was the barking of German Sheppard? MEOW Cats And the kittens never whelping; In a kingdom full of pups; My,......

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...He smells wood smoke in the air. It is autumn, and the smolder of inert sap fills every nose, ignites flameless fires in shrinking roots. Now he buries that nose in a pile of russet and gold-f......

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...If you are me you would never stab a friend in the back; I am what a mother bear is to her cubs, while they are still whelping; You display me when you stay at a lesser paying job that gave you a......

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