Rhyme Pastoral Poems

When Spring’s first touch is gently set
with Winter now scarcely a threat,
implore the ocean breezes spray
all cares and troubles far away.

With sweet caress of warmer...

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When all the land is in repose
There is a noise, as nightfall shows,
A noise to stir the sinews of your mind.
And those who hear it...

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A pastoral tragi-comedy – twelve hours long. 
It begins with twilight: the day’s oozing hours,
Creating somber music of a melancholic song:
The theme song to mourn...

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The coldness of Winter 
The loss and the burn
Seems hopelessly barren 
And makes our hearts churn. 

The stillness and quiet.
Anticipation seems long.
But this Season's for...

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Butterfly wing door vestibule builds anticipation  
Shuffled, carpet muffled greetings, familiar embraces            ...

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Listerning to pings of the cattle bells
In the lower velds full of pungent smells
Soothed by sounds of cooing doves
Startaled bunnies and wild goose

Remember the silences...

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PASTORAL

Yes I remember when this was all fields
Patchworked across the vale to chalky down
The cornfield and the pastures and the weald
That fed the hearts and...

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Afloat I am, 
The blind horizon spreads to no end.
O river of rivers, 
The queen river,
Flow as you wish, 
Gather silt forever
That on your shores...

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JESUS YOU HAVE KEPT ME 
THIS WHOLE YEAR
YOU KEPT SOME TEARS FROM FALLING 
AND WIPED THE ONES THAT DID
YES MY FAMILY LOST MEMBERS 
THAT COULDN'T...

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I have You
Your Beauty
The Song of your Voice

I Have Your Hand
touching my Happiness
We are in completion

It is all in Time
I am in love
Your Rhyme
A Joy...

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We have a friend
Who has got a friend
In Jesus///
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So far beyond reason
To good to be a rhyme
He is the Savior
He...

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For the gift of verse, thank you Lord,
I'm grateful too for the endowments of rhyme;
These are apparatus of treasured worth
Given to a juvenile youth at...

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In a nearby weeping willow tree
A visitor is perched upon a bough
Robin is singing somewhere above me
I'd never noticed the myriad variations 
Of his warbling...

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