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Love Poems About Kangaroo or Kangaroo Love Poems
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: write,

Running Out of Ideas is Impossible

Running out of ideas?
That is impossible if you have a:
friend
acquaintance
neighbor
co-worker
boss
president
king
queen
TV set
I-pad
I-phone
I-pod
kangaroo
chicken
donkey
toilet paper
monopoly
dictionary
thesaurus
computer
outside
inside
dog 
cat
dresser
drum set
sibling
diary
father
mother
siblings
dragon
butterfly
unicorn
dawn
sky
stars
cosmos
moon
nemesis
goldfish
talent
team
plate
fork
spoon
blanket
bed
sun
moon
stars
spiders web
wasp
bathroom
kitchen
holiday
cousins
grandma
grandpa
car
truck
broom
dustpan
plane
bedroom
child
grand child
brain
imagination
love
life
ufo
or
space aliens




by Carole Duet |
Categories: love,

DENIAL

Some people deny how they feel. They say falling in love is not real. Their days come and go with the wandering wind. They vehemently say it’s not so and pretend. Their reality is a sad lie. Rather than tell nothing but the truth they’ll die. They live in a grey cloud where truth isn’t spoken out loud. Yes, it’s a case of denial and love is on a kangaroo trial. By: Carole O’Terry Duet Copyright: 3/15/2019 “All rights reserved”

by J.W. Earnings |
Categories: beauty, friendship, funny,

Like a Boss

LOL (Laugh out loud) xD
I love your effort
Kangaroo hops 
Easy and hard hits 

A little better than before

BAM (Be a man) o.o
Owning the Hockey Game
sssssslither like a snake
Sam! You're like a boss - Ooh! Like a boss
(hey man...sorry for my loss)

by Johnny Rhinem |
Categories: love,

It's All Good

Turning, down these his Kangaroo sheets; joyous
Purple bunny rabbits aneath, her watermelon trees..
Rivers pastel of morning dew green; pineapple clouds
Sanguine seeds their butterflies proud as Bambi dreams.


by Robert Pettit |
Categories: love, travel,

Down Under Doll

Here I am standing on my feet in North America. However, the place I would rather be is Australia. There lives a pretty little woman I adore. With each passing day, I love her just a little more. I can just picture her standing on that New South Wales shore. She's got me hopping around like a kangaroo. Thinking about her is making me blue. If I had to swim the ocean, then that's just what I will do. How much would it cost to get the plane fare? I want her so badly. I want to fly through the air. That little Aussie woman is the one I want to see. Down under, I know she's there waiting for me.

by Johnny Rhinem |
Categories: angel, baby, love,

Water Colour Carousels

Gazing bright eyes past his railing sublime's, crib it's playful pen ?
Watching time's beautiful Father, walking through majestic's garden
Tiny tippy toes holding gently unto her kangaroo a kiss upon the brow...
Whispering into our heart's love's twinkling stars; cascading columns lights
Moonbeams warmth their breath this breeze; butterflies and honeybees, waltzing
Swirling about fantasia these lovely scenes; while Angels purity's babies together they sing
Holy be the King; lifting us, from wishful dreams as touching tender palms, smiling; Daddyyyy.

by DON JOHNSON |
Categories: adventure, me,

Shiela hunt

i was in the canvas seat in front, at the pictures ...Shiela, hunt, was playing with her little foot, got the wrong feet, wasna Toot, playing footsie with her momma , sure thing dude, what a bummma, Dadda gave me the boot, forthwith, depart ya great galoot, (ya mug) sprang on me pushy bike, alone, Kangaroo dogs did softly moan, (greyhounds) impassioned but resolute, Little Tooty was a beaut... ... thank you Russell Sivey, "my love note" Don Johnson

by DON JOHNSON |
Categories: adventure,

Plonk 4 Aussies

the grip o the grape, sweet flagon solace, a drop of the steam it will do, we's sucking the wine, not much of a crime, just leave that ole flagon there blue... with me Kangaroo dog, i'm out for a jog, the Kangaroos sidestepping away, ole Dan Kinnear is choked down with a Hog, them fowls say the rooster wont play? Dan's flagon is empty, he sucked down some, plenty, the Hog has just staggered away, his love life just went, she said he was bent, bloody pig of a thing to just say... Of Robbie Burns II... Harry J Horsman Don Johnson

by Eoin O Riordan |
Categories: love,

Is Love A Trap

And people walk toward the heat,
fearing the chills of loneliness. 
But did they know?
Did they know a summer's afternoon
turns into a desert quicker than
a human's mind realises tribulations?

And they are stuck there.
Thousands of voices screaming from a well,
"Give us water".
But you are as arid as the ground around them.
The Kangaroo Rat's tail seems a viable follower.
What works for him might work for you.
However he adapted.
Love is no form of evolution.

by Jessica Amanda Salmonson |
Categories: animal, crazy, farm, humorous, nonsense, nursery rhyme, word play,

Singy Songy Sue

Ticky Bicky Boo
Licky Mickey Moo
I'm in love with you
Little Tsuki Tsu.

Chicky Dicky Doo
Ricky Nicky Nu
Close your lips with glue
Kiss a kangaroo.

Tricky Picky Poo
Quicky Hicky Hoo
I'll practice Wu Shu
By a shady yew.

Wicky Kicky Ku
Yucky Sticky Stew
Visiting the zoo
Painting chickens blue.

by Rich Rogers |
Categories: appreciation, birthday, dad, dedication, family, happy birthday, poetry,

Fatherhood

There aren’t enough ways,
To emphasize your impact each day.
Such an influence in every way,
No matter the time of the day.

Thank you for everything you do,
No idea where I’d be if not for you.
Bouncing in life around and through,
Loose and unstable as a wild kangaroo.

You brought peace and stability,
I didn’t think those were a possibility.
You changed my entire perception,
My idea was based on a misconception.

Took me out of the tornado’s eye,
Brought me over to the other side.
Endless gratitude fills my heart,
You repaired the pieces that fell apart.

Happy Birthday Dad, I love you!

Photo #2

by Jennifer Wallace |
Categories: depression,

You Don't Know

YOU DON’T KNOW.
THE PAIN I’M GOING THROUGH,
THAT MY LOVE WAS REALLY TRUE,
THE FACT YOU LEFT ME FEELING SO BLUE,
I WAS STUCK TO YOU LIKE GLUE,
NOW I JUST DON’T HAVE A CLUE,
MY THOUGHTS BOUNCE AROUND LIKE A KANGAROO,
YOU DON’T KNOW.

by CHRISTOPHER QUIGLEY |
Categories: poetry,

Pineapple kangaroo jumpsuit

Pineapple kangaroo jumpsuit
I know where is he going with this
just bare with me
i uttered these words and kissed my wife
last week
Sick of the i love you's
My mission that i chose to accept
How to interpret the bland
Poems stealing words for life
Music twirls alone on the dance floor
So i have invented my own language
with only 3 words
no one else has heard it
only you
Then i showed her this page
and her face brought the clouds closer