Best Cornucopias Poems

Yeah,
go ahead stare at my crows feet,
I don't mind
I'm proud of them 
earned every one...
broken my back 
broken this 
broken that
ninety proof patch 
thatched hut for a heart 
and broken clock soul 

Yeah, crows feet, look closely,
there etched in unforgiving-unforgivable 
tin miscarriages
cornucopias spilling the seeds...

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Thanksgiving Day for me is very nice,
   I do what my mother did and her mother.
      A gathering of family in a circle of eternal love,
         with food a part...

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When your heart 
corresponds 
with your mind,
then, give it a shot,
you write 
back to me

what expressions 
you so badly 
need 
to bleed;

the characterisation 
of letters 
are alphabet soup 
to me, child's play,
peeling tattoos 
like bells ringing 
over a tongue 
not speaking,

I swallow words
hungrily 

then I...

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Thanksgiving Day for me is very nice,
   I do what my mother did and her mother.
      A gathering of family in a circle of eternal love,
         with food a part...

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you can write a billion lines
you can play a million songs
you can film ten-thousand hours
and never right a single wrong

you can feed a ravenous crowd
biscuits with salmon to replete
overflowing cornucopias endowed
and fill silos brimming with wheat

you can sole the bruised up feet
and clothe the bare-backed...

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People of sacred Cornucopias
found ourselves politically alone
competing to survive
in Earth's choking climates
of totally domesticated and over-run despair,
then neglect,
then more actively terrorizing abuses.

Corn People,
PolyCultural Planners,
greeting Yang-behaving bean bodies
growing up and into our digestive tracks
and tracts,
our speaking parts,
to sing like tassels
our Divine Corn and humane Yang-beanish ego-rising...

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I can only live in a garden
where warped talons
of tiger tulip petals mar
unbroken lines of pastel shimmer,
not where silent cerulean lakes
float as though aloft 
in frames of polished stone 
to tell the cloudless sky,
I'm your offspring.
I smile for blighted statues
mocked by companies of peonies 
effervescing...

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October's proliferation of bold colors are gloriously on display
Trees crowned and wreathed with russet and bronze leaves
Fruitful are the harvests of grains, bundled in golden sheaves
It's the month when being outdoors invites everyone to play

My heart sings praises to God, for His hand supplies the...

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The calendar counts the weeks and months of COVID.
Yet, every pensive daybreak I am granted that for which I never asked.
Of course, suffering sickness and death tolls are endlessly morbid.
Still, my morning strolls find dazzling nooks where wonder is unmasked.

Plentiful pansies splash passion rainbows over...

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Stores were decorated lavishly for Halloween
A precursor to the extravagant Christmas décor
Seems like Thanksgiving slips silently in between
Almost like it’s not a holiday anymore.

A precursor to the extravagant Christmas décor
Should be cornucopias and some pilgrim hats
Almost like it’s not a holiday anymore,
It’s hard to find...

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Tiny orange tea lights with miniature pumpkins sprinkle love lights around the tables,
Which have been set probably since 5:30 a.m. with the church’s best china,
Because the fall tea starts at ten.
Small plastic corn cobs and toy cornucopias were
Placed ever so gently, by church ladies who...

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Mermaids are beautiful ,ethereal creatures,
They spend their days grooming themselves
and enhancing their features,
Intruders of any kind are forbidden,
because they feel violated and downtrodden,
If a person should tresspass in their seas,
Their wrath would swell,
and take innocents under siege,
Their claim to fame is their own
Utopia,
filled with treasures...

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So as one begins walking, is there nowhere left to go?
To carry-on is the Marigolds' only reason found to grow
Red and orange incredible the closer that they glow
Cornucopias of shapes they have; but never a perfect row
Rich variations beautifully subtle is the show
In our mournings;...

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autumns  beauty soars 
cornucopias harvest 
death of green folliage...

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