Best Dunlop Poems

It takes planning, a graveled path, herb sets
to create a heavenly perfume

some time around bloom time
excess pruned down by a third and hung.

We see a...

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That I didn’t get to know Freddie Dunlop better
Defiant  mop of thick white hair - a Thurles face
Slim photographer - single lady – a...

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Paintings name :  Apple dumplings


I sit here peeling the apples
My mind in a whirl
What shall I make them into
I am thinking as the peel...

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The fairest of all the roses
in the walled garden’s afternoon hush,
this blossom delicately poses,
making the other blooms blush,

In the walled garden’s afternoon hush,
while standing enticingly
making...

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This potpourri is a redolent of our sweet memories
When you and I happily shared our love under those deciduous trees
Those fragrant petals and autumn leaves...

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Far from the town and its bustling throng
knowing just where to go,
Sister and I are walking along
a pathway in the snow.

Down by the lake and...

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She grabbed at the quarter full pop bottle neck, 
cream soda from Marsh’s,
and held like a truncheon, in the harshest
of voices 
produced an otherworldly sound,...

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*Inspired by George Dunlop Leslie's painting of the same title

The wizard's slumbering garden 
spins magic with ivy thread.
The lure of this mystical web
snares the beauteous...

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Willow, Willow from 'Hamlet' by William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
(Painting By George Dunlap Leslie)


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Pale and fair, she gaily sits awhile, 
As if a lily, but...

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I know belamour means lover;
but a flower too is defined.
Webster puts it undercover -
a flower, who knows what kind?

Gertrude Stein penned famous words we've heard,
"A...

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We have come to you
Like the sun to the cloud does
Anything you can afford
Please,do,spare us.
We've been under this bridge
even the ants gossips us
Because we share...

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He is standing on the bridge, the fingers of the clock ticking on
But do I want to marry him; will this suitor be the only...

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The young French maid pours tea
for the heartless Queen Marie-Antoinette
whose image Dunlop objected to paint...
because he must have hated royalty!


The young French maid dreams of...

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My genealogical family tree
was traced by a relative distant,
thus uncovering ancestral names for me,
of some who had seemed nonexistent.

The past came alive in my fantasy...

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Majestic sparkles dot the salty sky like Cubic zirconia.

That would be the wet sky on your left...
no, dear child, your other left...
yeah-yes, that's the one,...

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