Long Idyll (idyl) Poems

The Spring Queen....... 
Delicate blooms 
Fresh and new 
Emerging colour too 

Her dress..... 
The colour of new green, 
finished off in blue 
Edged in snow drops 
They follow her too 

A walk through the trees...

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To my future daughter.
This world is a disgusting place
This world will not allow you to be fragile
I have grown to learn.
You and I are made of iron and steel. 
I have several dents but no...

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This life has turned around 
many curves past many 
beautiful places that have 
beckoned me to stop and walk 
among the wild flowers.

I have stopped to walk among 
the wild flowers bending low to 
smell...

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The trees and the hills are singing songs of blessing in your mother’s land paving into Kingdom of love banging into healthy situation to welcome you. My brother I have been crying for you for...

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Silence is golden or, so the saying goes.
But what is silence? Absence of sound, unspoken words, the stillness of the night?
Silence is a miracle of things.
Silence is a quiet serene place, a retreat from a...

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I'm 19.
That may not mean much to you but it means everything to me.
It means I've already out lived most of my friends and family.
It means I'm smarter than most in my situation.
It means with...

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My cottage becomes a mystical Universe                             ...

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‘Tis You’

It’s a tempestuous, wuthering, wuthering day
as I set forth exuberant and merrily on my way.
I pause to hearken to the symphony of sound
as natures harmony plays and swirls all around.
Ignited flaming thoughts to fill...

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NO MORE LOVE POEM

“”..... Ander her picture when she cut her wrists and so the kid saw the picture and his prick went Whoop Whoop Whoop,,,”
- Trantino. The Great Blafigria Is.

“ … For I dream...

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The Balmy Month of August

During those dog days of summer’s dream-rest,
When crops robust in days, that are hottest.
I sought to find my love peacefully asleep,
Under the shady oak tree canopy.

Luscious gladiolus witnessed my jest,
When I...

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I like to wake up in the morning at the lake,
I sleep out on the porch, on account of I hate snoring,
so I can hear the tremelo of the daddy loon calling to the babies,
and...

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I wanna hiding  with you and escape
from this moody realm  in bathyscaphe
that  made from one pea seed or nutshell,
but inwardly this little chamber 
must been craftily and exactly  
prepared as yacht...

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Opening my eyes after a night long rest
I cuddled in my soft cushiony bed
And looked outside my sunny arched windows.
The glorious king was lazily greeting
My cottage garden laden with white garden chairs 
Around the green...

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Leelah, how about that spelling?……….Leelah, how close is the spelling to that and the name is cool, especially because it makes them think of Clapton.  well no matter the spelling this poem is written...

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The ship is always loaded
With misty looking folks
Who fill the decks and cabins
Wrapped in dreamers’ cloaks

No one lies too far 
Or near the closest sleeper
And being all together
Just helps the dreams go deeper

Waves lap in...

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Neglecting the sun-rays 
She comes here each day
Approaches to see the rabbit hole,
Ignoring the fear of animals
As her swain once committed her, 
He will come here to meet her again.

Flowers emaciated, Trees withered, 
Following the...

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Society claims...that we are in a economic tsunami, 
but I swear it's not affecting me. 
I'm hungry...I metamorph into the money monster. 
I gets money 24hrs & seven days a week. 
Ppl be sleep, but...

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MY CAR MY BUCOLIC.
    
 The speed of my automobile exclusively,
 Depends on the wheelman which earth born, 
 Crave where the passengers await it's destination,
 Seeing an endless road ahead.
 Every...

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A fine mist, hovers close to the ground,
But it cannot be a fog.

It cannot be, it's a hundred and three,
This is desert, not a bog.

Strain as I may, I still cannot see,
The earth, that lies...

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Somewhere off by a stream, 
an old Rabbit told a tale
to his forty eight grand kids
and great grandkids,
Under the sunny sun they sat,
the oldster under the shade of a willow,
all of them had honey and...

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Wishful Wonder

If you make a wish a thousand times to know the secret of the skies.
Will it take ‘til the cock crows for the elephant to share what he knows?
Is the answer hidden within the...

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She stands beautiful, pride in the sky 
The first lady of my countryside 
Watching over both town and tide 
I'm gonna climb her one more time before I die.  

Cast my ashes way up...

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I

wet cat impaled on telegraph poles
serrated ashbrown fur
tinged with flinting silver
a mirror blue
cut by guitar strings on a shining plate
bathed in molten evening shine

jet streaks through pylon barrage
windshield wipers’ hemicircular swipe

dry cat’s crusty baguette fur
ashen...

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Pyu Ray

I wanted to write to u, 
to let u know,
that ur were the sun that lit my day,
and the moon that shone
in my path through the night

Charles Mwalimu

I wanted to write to you, my...

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