Acacias Poems - Poems about Acacias

...On this day when One walks outside The fumes are coming off the roads The mountains appear full of smoke Dust is flying around seeking relief Many seek for shade but none found Oh, ye cloud......Read More

...clothed in drama a pentecost poetic chiastic three stanzas long the Spirit outpoured in the Day of the Lord portents predicted& prescribed called out ......Read More

...clothed in drama a pentecost poetic chiastic three stanzas long the Spirit outpoured in the Day of the Lord portents predicted& prescribed called out ......Read More

...clothed in drama a pentecost poetic chiastic three stanzas long the Spirit outpoured in the Day of the Lord portents predicted& prescribed called out ......Read More

...“SILENT ONE” – inspired poem I Musicians unite for a cause, no cause celebre But small nursing homes not on maps, or Frail Care facilities - Magically coaxing ancient responses and memories, An......Read More

...Weaver birds near Escombe, where I was raised ... Doing their weaving with palm leaves, cut precisely With little beaks, for bare Acacias across the yard ... Now nests like fruit: wide downturned ......Read More

...I The rains have washed the air and landscapes glow in a soothing summer green that perfectly tints the blue skies. Grasses are dancing a samba of love and country, Woodpeckers are flocking with......Read More

...There is a rocky path, small fields on the left and a mysterious forest on the right, a fairyland. Cold creek among the trees running towards the lake. A red short wall decorated with nettles......Read More

...- a brief tango - I see from this pestering pedestal, And what’s that I see? Gazelles and antelopes of the Savannah Or the deceits of a mooting brain? I see them – a careful pick of a genera......Read More

...Come take a walk with me let us stroll the savannah I want to show you the beauty to introduce you to East Africa A land seeped in dark history and mysteries where once the Tembo roamed in their tho......Read More

...When the sun goes down bleeding beyond the hills yonder, I will meet you under the acacias. As a souvenir I will keep your lips in my books for history. As a gift I will give you my tears. This de......Read More

...A frog overhead the blossom acacias ? only a kite..........Read More

...Our love isn’t at ease, just like the wind in white acacias and like a bead on child’s hand, it’s not at ease. In it they miss – wonderlands, delights, flame and solace. And none of us will cal......Read More