Best Bloom Poems

A transparent melody paints the walls
in the coloured scent of fresh linen.

The changing of sheets in the morning air
can not erase our dance from evening last.

Outside a late spring asleep too long
with no blooms until June, awakens.

Fully opened September flowers 
perfume late night conversations.

Looking outside...

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Beyond the sun's celestial dominion, 
past purple shimmers of twilight,
I delve far beyond moonlight's golden glow 
into the darkness of pilloried memories,
continually searching for answers but fail to find
those that keep my heart fettered in chains.

Within my restless sleep reveries trespass,
flowing through saturnine channels of...

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Underneath all the layers
Of tradition
Of religion 
Of philosophy
Of reason and understanding
I smolder
In passion's pleasure bed of red
Paroxysms of pleasure
Emanate from my core
Searing the shroud
Flames of fantasy's feast burn
Yearning I yearn and lie in wait
In my ambuscade 
with the relish to ravish ravaging 
every fiber 

Conceived...

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Underneath all the layers
Of tradition
Of religion 
Of philosophy
Of reason and understanding
I smolder
In passion's pleasure bed of red
Paroxysms of pleasure
Emanate from my core
Searing the shroud
Flames of fantasy's feast burn
Yearning I yearn and lie in wait
In my ambuscade 
with the relish to ravish ravaging 
every fiber 

Conceived...

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Remembered In Thy Full Bloom 
A Collaboration By,
Robert Lindley, Teppo Gren
and  Michael P Clarke.


Thou art remembered in thy full bloom,
a rose grown within my garden of life.
Thou art lost to me and this my doom,
Gone the tender love of my precious wife.

Ill wind had...

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Take me to the place where the aromatic fragrance
threatens to envelop our obelisks glorifying death;
to the place where the seraphim of old long to steal your breath
only to resurrect you again,
because they adore your shell-shocked epiphany.
The twinkle of wisteria eyes that say star-struck goodbyes to...

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Bloom not, cruel wolfsbane
In this forward spirit of mine
Let the moon dim and wane
For love has diseased my kind 

The girl was luscious in the wake
Rising at break of dawn
If only she knew I was a mistake
Before we made the bond

I grew fond of her...

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You wonder why, my love
These memories flitter in the hallways of my mind
Knocking on the door
of every room
Where I’ve hung
Do not Disturb Signs
For I don’t want to remember you
My Paradise Lost and yet….

Oh, you wonder why, my love
I still rise to open the door
Why I...

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Hoping the flowers bloom

Sifting through my day,
withered masses of an old heart
searching in the wrong corner,
dreaming in muted grays on a white background,
wandering through the garden
of my every lost dream,

hoping the flowers bloom . . .
and I get to see them

Long hours only offer relief
when...

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               Bloom Road



Wherefore be this heavenly place?
Untouched by the metropolis'
inhumane demands?
Tis in your heart, dear friend, such 
a place be.
Free of political buffoonery.

One must be a bold discoverer of 
the heart.
For if not, Bloom Road is naught!
In the sweetest dwelling...

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I heard my name  from shadows spoke,
beyond the place called time

where thoughts begin, from deep within
where names have never been

It's there I found the driftless peace
upon the sunlit glen

far from the distant cloudless nights
where hope has never been

I felt the tears of morning dew
the...

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Dark Earth Folds In The Heart's Red Bloom

You and I and all we do
Know not, til our hearts are through 
The press of life, what things we be
Root or leaves or shade of tree.
You and I and all we seem
May be but as a drift...

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Into the woods, soft leaves fondle the nape
	   *
Along a walk bathed in frost of moon pail

I bare myself before night goddess’ cape

And lay upon the edge where grasses sail    ~    ~

While sacred rite bestows a holy...

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Rose petals floated in the dusty air.
A few landed at my feet as I sat weeping,
remembering the playful way she teased me
on the day she painted the old picket fence.

"It needs to be painted," she chided.
Fingers of a brisk March wind 
brushed through her hair....

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O’ my dearest love,  
I gather the world’s rarest petals for you—  
Ghost Orchid fragrance lingers  
in the marsh’s quiet air  

look, love, it fades  
then rises in  
the curve of my hands  
on the curve of your...

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