Best Cedar Poems

The wind billows out from the seat of his britches
With determined blue eyes, skinned knuckles and knees
he climbs up the rails nailed from old cedar...

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POTD 29 Jan 2020

A balmy fragrance of cedar and lime lingers
A will o wisp floats by gathering dew
A mark on the page of another man’s...

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Look past
the faded little girl    braids and bows 
in a       polaroid picture
buttery yellow skirt 
curtsying ...

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I dance upwards;
below me,
the waves slap the cliffs
and beat the rhythm.

Wind whipped clouds gallop
with flying manes
across the blue plain of the sky.

The wild geese resent
our...

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It stands on a hill overlooking the bay drenched in ocean spray
That cedar shake house where I used to live  high above the Fundy...

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You'll find it in the crimson eyes
of a throwaway photo somehow frozen in time.
When the past painted us like demons
with secret fury.
And you'll find it...

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I smell something so beautiful!
Many different fragrances are drifting toward me.
So many sachets of poetry are prettily displayed.
Such visual delights!
I stoop to relish one -...

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He'd be typing away on his desk
with blueprints for the next big thing,
While I'd be staring off into the azure sky
appreciating the "insignificant" things

You really...

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Once upon a weedy lawn
At Cedar Oaks Retirement Home
There sat my mother, weak and old
On an afghan knit to block the cold.

It was summer, but...

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She dresses the land down
in a virginal bridal gown 
a masterfully cut and sewn chenille 
shines brightly with a fine crystal appeal

Her assistants work quite diligently
to add special...

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There’s the beauty of the sunset
At the closing of the day
And the beauty of the sunrise
When sunbeams come out to play

There’s the beauty of the...

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The brittle stems of Queen Anne's Lace
reduced to barren winter bone;
a hoarfrost Ermine coat embrace,
impaled in soil that's turned to stone.

The flowers now are wicker...

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These eyes have often been solaced by  purple hues of twilight dust

 moving silently  over my life ,Sprinkling  pure bliss  from...

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TONY THE PONY

Last weekend our friends invited us
To their farm,
And we were introduced, to their 
New pony, who had delectable charm.
His name was Tony,
Such a...

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Watercolour painted skies of ochre tinged with grey;
early sunset settles on a dying autumn day.
Ancient oaks resplendently release their rain of gold,
crisp leaves catch the...

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