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All the letters I can write
Are not fair as this—
Syllables of Velvet—
Sentences of Plush,
Depths of Ruby, undrained,
Hid, Lip, for Thee—
Play it were a Humming Bird—
And just sipped—me—

poem by Emily Dickinson
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More than anything, people want the reality of the discussion at hand. If what is going on in that building is the real thing, if the transforming love and power of Jesus Christ is being experienced, you can sit on a metal folding chair or in a plush theater seat.

quote by Bill Hybels
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Girl Thing by Talile Ali

wild and crazy
short and wet
dancing hazy
can't forget
likes to spar
sharin' thoughts
never surrender
seldom caught
in a moment
brilliant air
diamonds inside
those vivid stares
crank up the volume
turn up the noise
caressing a plush doll
declaring some joy
beyond simple laughter it's a
girl thing

Copyright © 2009

poem by Talile Ali
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What Soft—Cherubic Creatures

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What Soft—Cherubic Creatures—
These Gentlewomen are—
One would as soon assault a Plush—
Or violate a Star—

Such Dimity Convictions—
A Horror so refined
Of freckled Human Nature—
Of Deity—ashamed—

It's such a common—Glory—
A Fisherman's—Degree—
Redemption—Brittle Lady—
Be so—ashamed of Thee—

poem by Emily Dickinson
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D'Railed

Endless prancing in a down pour of rain
Always hoping to dance in sunshine again

Try to speak but stutter in a fainted slur
Mirror image is fading into a tainted blur

Animated color feelings in a dull plush
Emotions all spread out in an open crush

Mentality smothering a simple physical task
Heart drowning spirit in a deep bloody bash

(7/03/09)

poem by Arthur Garcia
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Blue House

She is the water of Isis
Sea as blue as freedom
I reach for the night candle
The moon rises like a pearl
We are the vast shore

Oh lady of pain come home
Silence is the roar of the lioness
I am weak with pleasure
Your mountains are plush
Your sunset orange joy

I am the knees of Egypt
I am her waiting lover
Come home
Please come home
I feel her breath

A blue house waits in the oaks

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Flashback Nymph 2

Walk through the hills
Plush and bright green
Sights are abound, so many thrills
crisp, sparkling stream

Sunlight glistens, water rushing
Looking for just the right place
And just what should I try
This is the place for my day

Look for my friends where few can be found
You wonder, “now where can they hide? ”
Finally, on the ground
But me, a fly, who is fit to be tied…

Lets Go Fishing…

poem by Adelord DuChene
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F o x... In... B r a s s...

Tawny beige, young crystal fox...
she carries her arrogance well,
poisingly... 'pon narrowed shag,
plush, wine-deep burgandy.
No Gaultier Catwalk,
this be prologue
to an attitude dripping
hubrisly,
poutingly;
so damn angrily,
thickly fulfilingly -
strutting toe o'er toe -
yet with masked self-woe... such paradox.

No, Dramas' never seen the likes of her before,
All rise for her gala Brass encore!

poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
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Like trains of cars on tracks of plush

Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flowers goes,
Their velvet masonry

Withstands until the sweet assault
Their chivalry consumes,
While he, victorious, tilts away
To vanquish other blooms.

His feet are shod with gauze,
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx
With chrysoprase, inlaid.

His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!

poem by Emily Dickinson
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One Yearly Miracle

A tiny bud, with power, bursts forth,
to signal the arriving spring.
One yearly miracle of faith,
now that winter’s on the wing.

All others follow in its wake,
filling branches with such fresh hope,
And each new tree competes to shine
in a forest’s kaleidoscope.

Gradually they grow green and plush,
showing leaves of various shapes,
A finishing touch, pictured in
earth’s verdant rich sweeping landscapes.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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