Best Awed Poems

When dawn's blush of light eclipses the moon
And afternoons find meadows sprinkled with dew
When I view willows smiling instead of weeping
And the keeping of promises...

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In changing of the seasons that go on

unceasingly, from winter until fall;

in each day's path from day until the dawn -

I see so much, yet...

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“Look up at the stars,” you say
Its just another night up on the old water tank
Our blanket is spread and here we sit with the...

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Meeting my homegirls Wilma Neels
and Kim Van Breda with shrieks and squeals
hasty introductions and we're on our way
for a night of reading at Poetry Café

We've...

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When I was a little girl, Granddad and I spent many summer evenings together sipping lemonade and swinging back and forth on his vintage metal...

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No litter, no rules, no society scent,
just peninsula pure soul content, ideally lent.
Awed and wowed with arms stretched wide,
I stand on Key’s narrow road, on...

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So this is the way the moon remembers,...
by reaching into yesterday
I hold her pearls against the light,
and see a strand that tethers time

With envy now,...

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In skies of blue or stormy seas
I am awed by nature's beauty
 In fragrant rose where beauty grows
 I praise the Lord who made all...

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Memories Of Youth And Nature, Were A True Blast
In collaboration with Robert Lindley

Beautiful dawn a Nature walk would do one good
Across the flower filled pond,...

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Scarlet dawn’s amethyst dye engraves vermillion sky
Embossing amber dreams upon nightmares of night
Blushing rosily on ruby arc, glinting mountains high

While reddish filaments woven in lavender...

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I ran into Shakespeare the other day.
Told him I too am writing a play.
He asked about the premise, which was a reeler.
I had no idea...

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"A woodland path in the dappled sun, hushed and quiet "

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I carry our friendship in my mind
And like a “Welcome Home” banner
It warms my heart. 
When I see flowers in bloom
I think of your poetry;
How...

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The First Gathering, The Wrath, The Return Of Zeus
( "Wherein Fate and Destiny Reign Over Blind Worship )


Else the throngs of mortals find the truth,
...

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back in sixty-nine
awed by Victoria Station
my first trip abroad

she came up to me
old, frail and helpless looking
struggling with her case

woman in distress
hesitant, asking for help
disorientated

her...

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