Best Corollas Poems

Coffee bean scent still fills the air

with each new sunrise in our log cabin

My arms around me,embrace the winds of winter gone

Every sky-night windowpanes glow in silent mist

Lunar limbs stream through bedroom blinds

reflecting shadows on empty sheets

Star clusters shine above velvet shores

Sand-wish away from my...

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A tradesman’s son and temple secrets die
in sixty nine years, never knowing why.

Contempt delivered their first child perfect,
your childhood gauntlet galvanized neglect.

A mother’s son and her abuse still lie
in sixty nine years, never knowing why.

Too something when her final moments came.
Without confession laid to rest...

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Zinnia…garland of evening; I
yield to such innocent blush;
xanthic as your  moonlight’s hue
winging along the  field’s  minty air--
vulnerable are those eyes that can
unleash a charm seen only by a few.
Time and again, a mild gloss
shimmers on your curved outline
releasing  petal drops ever
quietly...

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Bathed in
serenity
caressed by oceans of
aesthetic, calm, spiritual
secrets.

Merry
carousels spin
from the wind off the wings
of the wispy, soft doves that sing
to me.

Velvet
corollas drift
and each perfume the air
with the essence of creations
soft breath.

Graceful, 
mute swans indulge
the breeze in the silent
beauty of nature's trumpet and
power.

Fragile
wings tickle and
wrestle typhoons within
vast...

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How ireful  the noise of days’ lecture
Endlessly testing  my patience bare—
And as  I watch corollas of  early moon
Flicker  under an obscure skyline ;
I linger on to await the  eerie frenzy
On  a congested Highway 106:

The small dipper winks kindly
Where...

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Sunflowers drenched in sunshine thirst for rain,
their corollas droop as wheat....
lizards leap like rabbits.


Susan takes off her beautiful bonnet;
butterflies won't fly to clouds...
fields burn as a desert. 


Lassie happily plays with a red cat;
Roy is tired and falls asleep...
no breeze blows to soothe trees....

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Magnolia blooms,
in not yet warmed chilling air of early spring,
look gruesome rather than beauteous
because the flowers open in lots of large corollas
with a shade of pink and scarlet in milky white based petals
resemble to the ginggue* actress Dan’s make-up,
she wears heavy red eye shadow
on thickly...

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Yellow primula
Tubelike corollas
With five spreading lobes

Can't get one to grow
In my small herb garden plot
Armadillo digs...

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Picking Petals
D.R. Factor

She's sits on the edge of twlight caught in a tranquil thought.
Her reflection rippled by falling petals of loves me and love me nots.
She seems too delicate to touch.
Like a soft pastel scene or butterfly wings.
She's a dream that would burst into stardust.

So...

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It must piss God off
when we hate
He visits us
in dark places
with harshes
Love
Measures our willingness
It must piss God off
that we fail each other
Fall asleep in the garden
scented flowery sleep
While death lays hands on ours
Melts away in frost corollas...

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Among sunflower corollas
bathed in scent by the sun
life proclaims itself to be golden!...

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sophisticated 
     asethetical art 
conceived its midst
of
a multiplicity
    of            identity

the threshold man
      outrageous output
corollas of fantasy
      ...

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Morning brews sunrise colors-
yolk yellow seeping over 

edges; light sterling silver 
strung; rubbed linens ironed 

across the rim. The creatural
world-a lime olive, sea blue 

cup- has a view from space:
mottled tints- mud grey, green. Deep.

Sienna red flames bedewed.
Aged worn cotton tinctures-

the crumpled fabrics' wrinkles
are mountains,...

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Near the end of October, a gelid wind blew
and froze the corollas of the dainty daisies;
it came as a surprise, sad was the face of Matthew,
no baseball in the field that echoed with screams!  

Arthur, the coach, who used to chew gum and eat...

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I beg pardon, I'll try again, to gather
From your verse the voice, to align it with my own song,
May words flow in a magic pulse, under the clear moonlight,
Swaying in metaphor and dream, until I respond to you.
Wreathing my thoughts in the ephemeral flames of...

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