Tag Archives: Flowers

Calling all cars

  Little puffs of the dandelion riding spring breezes, Maybe miles, maybe more, little spores finding new Pastures. Millenniums. Wars trodding over their minute buds, Fallen sons choking as they grasp bloodied swords, Then the droughts, then the floods, then … Continue reading

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Bees and art

Bees are wanderers, but only so far as flowers Which nourish their incessant whizzes, By reciting poems composed for bees In spring meter. Whether they understand intricacies of peony Lineation or just pretend to be Buzzing over sublimation of impulses … Continue reading

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Flowers Laughing

  She stepped out again to smoke. To sit among her garden flowers, Now laughing; and quietly wile away A day with lilies, dahlias, iris and Bright wisteria scents slashing. Laughing at nothing but happy and gay, And her smoke … Continue reading

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Growl

The innermost hunger roils forth in boil, Prowling and growling in a lowly purred hum Marking the deep inner ghost shadowing a mind. Haunting its every urge by roaming over words Searching for acquiescence absent your presence. Rising up in … Continue reading

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Wonder

Cherry blossoms like snow falling lightly, Like your tears dampening a shaded patch Of the green grass where we lie wondering Why clouds cannot simply stop their going. All of the images at once appear in symphony. The cool wind … Continue reading

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Just a game

I long to tell a grand story though, The insides of the insides go lacking. The days are shortening in which myself Begins to see myself miserably cracking. A boy of seven stands stiffly peering Eight would not be justice … Continue reading

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Of being

****I revised this poem. *** In the US of Us. Neither flat nor sharp, Rather – harmonic. Sound of rose unfolding, Towards kiss of summer Morning sunshine. Whisp of candied Monarch, Pandering on The garden walk, Lazily dabbling each bloom. … Continue reading

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