Best Acreage Poems

Azure blue skies weep in rent glacial torrents,
iridescent earth sun trap poised  to garner sympathy,
dark red cloud’s indignant float might yet rumble,
toxic deluge drenches...

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An evening stroll, on Midsummer Night's Eve ,
under the silver light of the horizon moon.

Life that burst among a small acreage,
of old-growth forests, flourished.

A delightful...

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A sunny fall day.  The landscape rises and falls in a cacophony of passing hills, trees, and road work.   Hanging in the...

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Coral and lime stones
You can take the country out of me
However, not the trace of acid lime out of my blood
Growing up on the island...

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Wasted Energy

Darkness descends like a ribbon unfurling,
As astronauts in space orbit the earth churning;
And observe the lit orb that is the world below,
Liken to a...

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A slight mist of fog is caught in the act of being by the light of the early morning
sun. Sometime during the dark of night...

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Let me……….Let me … Let me in….. Let me in, 
I want you, I miss you…… Mum!
Let me... Let me... Let me... Mum Lead me!
As...

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Tea in the afternoon with his wife of many years is usually peaceful, Hubert thinks before he makes his announcement. Then he says it. 

"I'm...

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Darkness seeps through stately pines,
outside this home-made, tar-paper shack.
It’s two AM, and I cannot sleep again,
so I gaze out into the black.
I feel a relaxing...

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-Once upon a time II-

In a separate realm
Where cloud rains
Where dreams 
Are dream
And due
To come true,
Where lives and lots
Are valued
Where chattels 
And acreage
Are own
Love, fuddle,
Pamper,...

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Revived to pop out as an empty nester 
To accompany a newfangled life
Maneuvered all the way for a change of state
I dropped my bags and...

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Written by Mpho Leteng(Botswana), Donald Kuutsi(Zimbabwe) and Blessing Masora(Zimbabwe)

The white sees pour holy rites from the mountain bald,
Begging gods for release of the fall heavens...

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An evening stroll, on a chill night,
under the silver light of the horizon moon. 
Life that burst among a small acreage, 
of old-growth forests, flourished....

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Once at dawn upon a wandered mind when day had dwelled within a dream,
I stood afore a forest's edge and gazed upon its refulgent grassy...

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It is 5:00 PM as we rush home 
to Brooklyn to our townhouse 
near Flatbush Avenue running to
catch the 5:30 PM subway with
many others who...

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