Best Comprised Poems

I'm named a willow tree and live in grace,
the whole of me distinctive in its shape.
My elegance well suits this lush landscape
of hillocks flung across the field I face. . . 
and gentle rills meander through this place.
In spring I don a long virescent cape
comprised...

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cherry blossoms fall
confetti cast to the wind
tumbling to the ground

orange koi swimming
summer rain upon the pond
lotus of soft blush

bamboo whispering
their voices sing at twilight
serenade the moon

fire fades from the sun
low upon the horizon
bowing to the sea
rays of light shimmering gold
sunset crosses the threshold

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Whispers of sunset
     Carry on wings of evening birds
     Rising moon awaits wolfs’ howls

Sundown serenade
     Crickets chant their scratchy song
     Hooting gallery comprised of owls

Phantoms awaken
   ...

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A book comprised of sixty-six,
with content of a unique mix.
Though found in almost every home,
It’s very much an unread tome.

The authors were a motley crew,
Into whose minds the Spirit blew.
Its storyline is God’s great love,
revealed through Christ sent from above.

Most other books, mere knowledge give,
But...

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Being Your Eyes for Swell 2007
Swell: Currumbin Sculpture Festival
 
For Fred
Picture us arm in arm, strolling,
the crunch of sand underfoot,
the scent of sea air, the touch of sea wind
on our skin, again on the beach at Currumbin.
 
Your eyes are failing now
yet, with my words...

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Standing alone in a field of green
Near the cliffs edge by the sea
Nothing in view for miles around
Just ocean and greenery

A ruin so simply beautiful
That has withstood the test of time
Determined and steadfast
Though no longer in its prime

It’s roof once shiny tin
Comprised now of one...

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He came to me with skin like ivory,
although his eyes and hair were dark as night.
He came with one year past his eighteenth year.
I, with one year shy of my adulthood,
was a woman-child with expectations
brimming of romance!

He was my Adonis and I, his virgin Madonna...

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**“Those that respect the law and love sausage should watch neither being made.” – 
American Humorist/Author Mark Twain (real name Samuel Clemens) 



Prestigious lawmaking bodies are comprised of solons*
Some find it hard to refrain from comparing them to cons

Few legislators know the ramifications of bills
And...

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Ethereal Bliss

Your long pretty limbs and shapely trunk defy
Rings, occult within, unseen by the naked eye.
Rooted as saplings we've grown tall, you and I.
Bending in strong winds in chaos we try
To feel a calming peace from our sunset sky.

Like my car's engine, the gasoline you...

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We Loved Her In Vain

The bones of your life lay there
you were gifted far too fair
You travelled a path far alone
before we saw, you were gone

The castles you left so pure
truth was part of your allure
Did you gift us your very best?
or save that for...

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chlorophyll greenery, Spring’s
creamery daffodils chock-full of light.
bees alight; honey wings.

violette clematis rife —
the ribbon wraps ‘round my neighbor’s mailbox.
her preserve rocks wildlife.

the southern cottonwood tree
sheds seeds of tumbleweed-like fluff, blowing
in warm wind; swing drifts free.

sights and sounds all around us.
He darkens our world, likewise lights...

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"Family love, hugs, smiles, laughter and acceptance of togetherness within a home, precious moments made. Quote_by Poet"


The sunlight streams though the stain glass window
dappled rainbow hues upon the floor, dust
specks dance on beams of light in the shadow.
A tipped deep breath blown; then fades in...

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each grain of sand, every molecule
has rested on Earth since time began
raindrops now fall and dampen my hair
once part of waves rushing through mom's hands
 
a universal tie binds us all
without exception, we are matter
comprised of resources long existing
our consciousness?  part of this batter
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At last I was a fruitful writer, and my new novel was selling well,
Like the stars of a moonlit evening, putting lovers under a spell.

I had ever loved self expression, the power and beauty of words,
Like the beauty of marshmallow clouds, migrating skies in herds....

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Forgive me, but I cannot stand the smell
of haggard roses, red from man's abuse;
though pleasing to the eye, the scent does tell
of love that was once fair, but now cut loose.

I wish to wallow in a grand bouquet
comprised of roses painted like the moon,
for virgin...

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