Best Flagstone Poems

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The sun-yellow...

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Springtime dawns


Springtime dawns
just beyond
the screen door,
across the porch
Dew swept lawn,
emerald weave
shimmering moisture
collecting foot prints
strolling towards

an arched entryway
gingerbread trimmed,
covered in jasmine
alive with rainbow
flutters, prismatic
butterfly wings
partaking of
nature’s pure nectar

Beneath it a
flagstone walkway
abstract stones
assorted shapes
and patterns
meandering through
lavender and hollyhock,
daisies and tulips

and upon it
you and me
hand in hand
watching the...

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I don't look at stars anymore.
As a boy I would sneak out into the night
to hear the horses and barn mice
chewing over their hurts and simple hopes.

I could smell the waking dreams
of dogs and cats.
a nocturnal alchemy I considered
to be an extension of my integral...

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Let the paper be a canvas and the pen, a brush
The words fill  the mind like a young girl’s blush
Every color on the palette of the imagination
Becomes a vibrant idea of luscious creation

Open a door of stained glass with swans of white
Made more brilliant...

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Golden light upon the shattered wood,
snow upon the worn stone steps.
 A fragment of forgotten rose,
caught in the rusty hinge's bloom.

 Grey leaves cling to winter's bone,
ethereal mist upon the river's spine.
  Frost's pale kiss upon the flagstone.
Crisp silence broken by the wind's score.

I'll...

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I was a whimsical, interior designer, bringing colors and joy into living spaces,
Subtly changing neighborhoods and lives, like vibrant arcs the rainbow traces.

People were as dissimilar as their houses, the both of them rather fascinating,
Like flashing disparities of dazzling stars, when a pale moon is...

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“to hold, as ‘twere, the mirror up to nature”  William Shakespeare, Hamlet, 1601


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Green lush of green 
lush green is green
a leaf of language 
a branch of word 
a flagstone steps 

Heart of the earth is free, 
white flowers
Clean heart, 
fine arts literature
sketching art 
arable land 
planting gratitude

Green is nature 
cool breeze 
citing cloud 
loyal heart 
clarity of...

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Do not go back he said and for what.
To a childhood time many moons ago in Ireland
In a field of cocks of hay and a very hot summer day 
Being stung by two bees on the palm of my hand as I pressed against that...

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(Mary, Mary quite contrary, tending your garden just so;
planting your bells and cockle shells, and hoping to grow.)

I built a little house,
And dared to plant a few flowers in the garden.
Surrounded by gray stone walls and a prickly hedge,
The violets and the daisies grew unmolested.

I...

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Beside remembrance road,
Up rugged steps,
A little further on, 
A gate,
And through,
Along a flagstone path,
Lined by sturdy trees,
Now in their Autumn shades,
And roundabout, 
Gravestones, with Epitaphs,
Some hard to see,
Of past loving thoughts, 
For those through time,
That left this world behind,
Gold heaped beds, crisp to foot,
Lead on,...

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A Honey-Suckle for me!
Wandering along the flagstone path 
Hardy shrubs line the iron gate 
Delicate golden trumpets 
Sniffing the sweet scent in
The humming of bees 
Sweet nectar on 
Ruby lips 
Natures 
Kiss...

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these blues carry on a forgotten song                                      ...

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The American Nightmare

I stand outside the fence
Looking through black cast iron bars
So many flowers
A million roses growing in the garden
Oak trees as old as the town
Their canopy giving the yard a cool place
A stream wanders through the freshly cut grass
There’s not a single weed in...

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In Knotty Ash where magic lived
The trolley runs all day
The pillbox on the corner stands
Five flagstone from the bus stop
Outside the News and sweetshop door
The start of Eaton Road
The next left down East Prescot Road
Woodbourne winds around the back
An’ up above the nex las shop
Was...

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