Best Canopied Poems

'Twas the time of Summer solstice, they wed
Verdant leaves clung to trees; the month was June
Whispered troths of love, sacred vows were said
'fore fauna, rising sun and waning moon

Prince Largent was soon to be crowned as king
but Mekram, the wise, held grief in his eyes
He...

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There is a solace in his silence, a servant of his solitudes,
As he comforts in compliance, a jester to the multitudes…
He stands alone a neophyte, struggling within his confines,
Actions that do excite, impugnable inhibition when he signs.

Master of the satirical sad, a foreordained flounder of...

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My descent was gradual, sedge meadows with wondrous pink orchid variations visited by never identified damselflies, my head starting to swim; erasing time, giving way to a dark canopied wetland of black spruce, difficult to traverse, sloping deer trails the safest path to take, avoiding...

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Serene sounds of the Rhythm of the Falls
Echo through the forests green canopied walls
Delightful in flow like Robin's pen
Where the Rhythm of the Falls will flow time and time again

Her liquid lullaby, capturing natures sight
Greened mossed coverings, a velvet delight
As the waters fall under gravity...

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Silently star shimmering moonlit love,
Love’s moment moves me.      canopied night.
Whisper soft starsong melody shines;

To kiss, a kiss, we kiss             (a prayer)
Wings away in the glitter gleam dark.

Alas! ...

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The sun is shinning and the breeze is a blow,
my table all white with lace in it's place and
tea cups in a row.

Fresh, red watermelon in tiny scoops with triangle cut orange
marmalade sandwiches lined in the shape of a loop.
Hazelnut butter and apple jam adorns...

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It all starts at around five thirty
And by six thirty the entire canopy 
Is awash with white birds flattering 
Or resting or just having bird fun

I approach just as dusk beckons
After a fascinating African sunset
And there they are happily unsettled
Seeking fun or to re-establish their...

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3,2,1...
Ignition Button Lit,
The Light Glows Bright, Eyes intense, focused 
Your little thumb presses, waiting 
Switch engaged, fuse is smoking,
The engine fires and spreads its hot red flame across the launch plate.
Lift off is slow at first and then.... 
in a blink off the Pad 
Eyes...

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BACKROADS
 Rocky,
 Dusty,
 Bumpy,
 Curving,
 Twisting,
 Turning
 Tree-Canopied pathways;
 The Short cut
 The Scenic Route
 Or the long way home.
 2012 Patricia Neely-Dorsey 
 from My Magnolia Memories and Musings in Poems
#country #countrylife #countrylifepoems #southernpoems...

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 Country Roads

Sandy, soft, sacred soil savored
Calm, cool, canopied, carefree place
Picturesque painting a panacea
Luminous, luculent road lumbering home

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There is a solace in his silence, a servant of his solitudes,
As he comforts in compliance, a jester to the multitudes…
He stands alone a neophyte, struggling within his confines,
Actions that do excite, impugnable inhibition when he signs.

Master of the satirical sad, a foreordained flounder of...

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I

The depth of steep, hellish ascent
darkness abides, the peak obscene.
cliffhanger of sweat, the creature bent
attempting to climb, make a dent.
No wind brushes away the hair in her eyes.
She recalls nothing of birdsong or sunrise.
A hunchback of time, minutes pass slowly.
Diamonds glitter, the sun beats boldly.
Like...

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Parents
exercising totalitarian rights
to abuse and neglect WinWin family governance resolutions
for restoring peace with EarthJustice climates,
develop unfortunate children
perpetually longing
for their revengeful turn
at decompositional bat.

Families pulling through well-anchored weeds
of life's,
love's,
collected and too quickly grown redundant detritus,
hoping to break free into a center pond of tranquility,
fond spacetime place,
to...

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With canoe and hook of a jawbone
  below a great fish Maui snared,
and his brothers half-crazed behaving
  leapt and gouged in frenzy craving.
From Palliser Bay to Cape Reinga 
 (departing place of the spirits),
from Egmont in the west to Mt Hikurangi 
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Imagine with me
if you would be so kind
to assume each relationship with a tree
as iconic,
at least worth the sacred paper
humane scripture is written on
a timbered tree.

Imagine as a Tree
your Yin flowing out and down
nutritional ego's root system
is your bicameral brain picture
of you as an Individual...

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