Best Countrysides Poems

Wintry white wisps wondrously whirl
Soft sparkling snowflakes silently swirl
Coolly carpeting countrysides carefully
Dazzling diamonds dancing delightfully 


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I feel so grand this special day in June
while waiting at the station for my ride
aboard the new steam engine coming soon
to take me to a place where I can hide

from city noise and busy city streets;
from smog-filled air and houses crowded so,
to countrysides with...

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To The North Pole Of Course  (Part Two)  
 
The farmlands, bridges and countrysides woosh by in a rush 
then vanish before my eyes at a hundred and twenty six miles per hour.
 My mind is traveling at the speed of Donner and...

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I thought black and white 
Is the history of gunpowder 
Exhausted along border points 
To restore fragile peace 
To ease unilateral justice 
And the rule of lore 


They say black and white 
Is justice meted legally out
By oppressor to the hapless 
Vanquished in hot pursuit...

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the hidden truths the silent truths
you come to bury me but i just may bury you
the burden carries me further by every step 
the pain i suffered has carried me so close to hell
you better carefully measure the methods you be using against me 
and...

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Lament, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s poem : Lamento

					Ma mie est morte.
					Plourez mes yeux.
(from an old poet of the fourteenth century whose name escapes me. Paul Verlaine)

The town hoists its high roofs
Of a thousand zig-zagging hoods.
A sound of joyous bubbly words
Rises up to the heavens, reassuring...

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A white lily sunrise 
brings the malaise, 
humid dreams shimmer 
off the blackening tar 

Red dust girates an axis 
dark matter is overcome, 
lethargy drags the body
into a blazing bright sun 

Work, a joke on labouring men 
each day drains into the next,
without a dropping...

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Love will Triumph
when all is lost,
and nothing is gained.
Love will Triumph;
when hearts are broken,
and friends cry upon other friend's shoulders,
as love has fleed the countrysides,
but Love will come again
to triumph over the souls that eat away at evening dreams.

Love will triumph
when all is lost,
and the...

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On countrysides animal scurry along, leaving footprints

In the carbonized material of this planet.

Channel surfing & empty ink pens,

Pepsi & wadded up candy wrappers

All over the house remannts of LIFE

Breathing all over us.

 

LIFE moves over us like a rapist in some dark room 

We somehow...

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Flowers seek the sun-
As newborn lambs find their feet
Life begins anew.

The sweltering sun-
Beams down on summertime fun
Hosepipe ban again.

Leaves fall from the trees
How the nights start closing in.
Everything dying.

Snow on the hilltops
Nothing seems to be alive 
Except crackling fires.

Sun and rain give life-
Once more to...

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You have to see it to believe it
You have to experience it to know it
You have to feel it to understand it
You have to get out of your house to witness it
The blue wave is coming, it is already here
It has spread it wings everywhere
Its...

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Machines With Madmen Groaning


Machines with madmen groaning above me at 10 thousand feet,
Grumbling and growling like maniac sky monsters slurping on bloody prey,
Those steel dragons of yore spewing fire and corpses into the excesses,
Like Rodan and Godzilla maiming each other in the frozen spasming countrysides,
Giant...

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much more than this
might I speak
as your lover
lover to lover
in unix time
that great new beginning
we as one to unbrel neath the night
what a wonderful world
the almonds scented the night
would kisses
calm the raging shores
my selfishness
do speak to my need
I be alone no more
cause love to
make me...

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Wandering the roads.  It has me under a spell even at this juncture in my life.
Even when spiked brambles
 scrape my eyelids or those tender foot soles are  being  twisted by tooth-like stones.  Quaint and angular they cluster mischievously among 
green...

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Composing thoughtful song about Van Gogh
     strikes the soul how with strokes of his brush (bright
with suffering he knew) he used life to show
     fields of wheat; countrysides; a starry night

(in brilliant color); comets; light effects;
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