Best Enclosures Poems

MY ROOM OF LIFE

        Devotion, Diligence, Activity and Competence
        form the building materials to construct my room of Life.
        Need, Duty, Honesty and Truth...

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Zebras are stripy I’m sure you can see,
Yaks chewing cud as slow as can be, 
X-ray tetra in the aquarium are seen,
Warthogs with curly, white tusks that gleam,
Vertebrates aplenty, some invertebrates too,
Usually are seen at a visit to a zoo.
Tapirs with their long funny noses,
Slithering...

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for my ever so intelligent, beautiful granddaughter, Juliette

Waking in the garden, 
she was the lone bloomer out today-
Peeking from behind her petals, 
she saw a few faint sunshine rays-
Soaking in their goodness,
but wanting company-
She sang a melancholy song, 
sweet with melody-

Her delicate face smiled, 
when...

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“The Scorpion’s Touch”

Under glass
the sound cuts out sharp
just like under water
and we run out of breath 
like insects running around 
frantically out of time
we are magnified 
in our tight enclosures

internally observed
the external turns away
two heart beats in the one
a new view of an old star

as...

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Casualties of an enforced lifestyle shiver in the breeze
Along the rugged roads of old dust and ditches that divide
Rest a group of modest enclosures they call home
Built out of left over wood and delivery slates in 90 degrees

They seem content with their simplistic lifestyles and...

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Let love fly
-
With ethereal compassion, a soft glow in her eyes,
she picks up the baby eagle, tries to convey words
of eloquent reassurance, sincerely she tries.

Look, June is here this morning; and sun is shining hot; 
last night’s storm belongs to last night; it has left...

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"Purple Heart"



We are watched
surrounded by 
a great cloud 
of witnesses
the race marked
out for us
our days 
we count 
as numbers 
hidden within 
our flimsy armour
our transgressions
softened peccadilloes
we are ignorant
of most wisdom 
it is unseen, 
we continue to read
the words, somewhere,
the end chapter 
keeps us guessing 
it’s...

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The Puggily Smidgeburner and the Prettisome Guru
embark on finding Pug love at the town's rare breeds zoo 
The guru’s desperately trying to find sad Puggily a date
and if things go to plan perhaps they’d eventually mate

They pass by many enclosures, stopping at the Jangaroo
but Janga...

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Spring was here 
The dark skies opened
Its canopy for pristine clouds 
To crown the blue mountains
I opened the windows 
To breathe in its freshness
Smiled at the love birds
That had made their winter home
In the corners of my home
Twittering and shrieking
When I rolled up 
Their covered...

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My Response To Rumi

A composite man was this Rumi Mystic who penned ‘Spiritual Couplets’ thousands
                         of magical lines of Persian poetry...

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Why to die before your death
Indulging in consolations
An aim not for murdered self
Plunging into lifeless entity.

Overwhelming desire cast in situ
Superlative indulgence in fine state
A thunderous uproar approaching
An open sky for resident into
Silent streams running across land
Lodged in vacant spots of mind
Still striving for a different...

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When I tread in a lone world
Lost in a cloud of misery
My thoughts wax into
Looming mountains
In an intolerant world.
The eyes dust away
The silvern reel unrolled
Scalloping the edges
Of ebony clouds over
Homes of broken souls.
Blindfolded eyesight is
Ruled by mysteries of suffering.
Just then a voice murmurs
In the enclosures...

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One day not so long ago 
I walked
Never alone
For the world 
Is always my home

It was a late
Spring snow
Yet I felt
Invisible red roses
Offering sweetest perfume
To my nose and soul

There’s such warmth 
In snow-filled winter
No bitterness
No lack of forgiveness 

There’s much coolness 
In hottest humid sun

Much...

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Spiral carved spheres on long green stems
            brimming with redness
Fiery egos afloat in spring air
Layered petal enclosures, soft cups,
             paper thin,
Leaves tapered...

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On a hilltop not so far from Rhyl
Mother took us to the Zoo as Mothers will
The wind was strong and cold, the air was harsh
Although it was in August, not in March

Vultures  in enclosures   chained by leg
Like convicts in a prison ...

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