Best Flowerbeds Poems

thick blanket of snow
snuggling the flowerbeds 
with a winter wrap

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From Dawn's Spirited Breath, See Red, Red Rose

When Summer rose meets dawning's sweetest hush
Sun comes to bequeath its dawn bathing rays
Red beauty gleaming, rose stills early rush
Into man's world shines, another bright day.

With red rose petals spreading ever wide
Calming thoughts, heavenly blue ocean waves
One may...

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Springtime paints such a delightful scene
Cute lambs gambol in the fields so green

Warm winds whisper through the leafy trees
Blossoms float down on a swirling breeze

Daffodils daintily dance and shake their heads
Bringing bright yellow sunshine to our flowerbeds

3rd February 2015...

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A faint perfume of lilac blooms has stirred the sleeping dawn
Bright sunlight weaves a golden loom with threads across the lawn
Crisp white-lipped Delphiniums tossed snowflakes to the hills, while
Daffodils and pink jonquils shake off the morning chill

Each violet of morning has left no stone deferred
Found...

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Can blackwater lilies 
sing forth sonnets 
of daylight and 
unsung those 
cacophonous notes 
of omen, which 
rhymed with 
sombre elixir 
of spruce rivulets and 
veiled your crimson 
touch of life, 
in eons of unforgivable 
death? 

Those haunting floods 
of heinous moth-ringed 
August still carve my...

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As Miss Luby watches from her window
a moving van backs up
the driveway across the street

BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!

its warning cry has a beacon-like effect
on the neighborhood
arousing interest from all corners
everything suddenly shaken awake

Even the squirrels stop, stock-still
save an occasional flick of the...

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Nightingale sings to herald spring,
I watch nervous fledglings take to wing.

Children build sandcastles that reach the sky,
parents sunbathe on the beach - 
summer holiday fun!

The busy farmer never stops,
works from the break of dawn.
He’s harvesting the golden crops
of barley, oats and corn.

filigree snowflakes
gently blanket flowerbeds...

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Solid gray skies
   Over daylilies trying to bloom
    Several different species so colorful
      Open only a day, live life to the fullest
        What have I done with my...

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I look at the eagle sat high up in the tree,
I’m envious of all that he can see.
I look at the agapanthus, a brilliant blue
But the most beautiful flower of all is you.

I watch the falcon soaring higher and higher,
A blue green kingfisher lands on...

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I gazed through an iced crystal pane
Looking at three winter backdrops:
A tree is struggling under snow
Its maple branches drooping low.
Two small flowerbeds are asleep
beneath very deep, white blankets.
As I gazed, I became entranced;
All of the snow had disappeared
Revealing the presence of spring-
Tiny, green protuberances
appeared from...

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While the whistle of a wind wafts 
on a sunny haze of  spring's hours;  
heady sounds sail on air-wings' pageant:
the chime of birds, long coda of cooing bees,
 and the wheat field's chants, so soothing...
here, glossy grasses answer in windy sighs 
that blaze...

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He soaks thirsty flowerbeds, using his clever, self-invented
contraption—a long copper pipe with holes drilled exactly 
four inches apart—and pulls weeds during breaks. I prepare 
lunch, water potted plants and shepherd laundry during breaks.
But it's Friday, set aside this week for washing dirt-spattered 
windows. He takes...

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" The Butterfly and The Hummingbird ... "

(From The Solomon Studies Series)
(Eccl. 3: 11 / Prov. 6: 6 / Matt. 6: 26, 28, 29)



The Butterfly and The Hummingbird
Both, Are So Beautiful Among The Flowers

The Butterfly and The Hummingbird
Both, Can Mesmerize Me For Hours

The Butterfly and...

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Sweet-scented  lupins , foxgloves , violas ,  giant lillies ,damasks ,
mosses and china roses rich in a variety of perfumes and colours 
Circular herb beds, rare , exotic climbers on the Elizabethan wall.
Overhanging undergrowth winding little path past rose flowerbeds
Nestled among large mossy...

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Death has come
Falling softly like snowflakes
On flowerbeds
The winds blows the dead sheet of leaves
Every time I see greatness rising from the earth
Like a new pea growing
The locust comes like a flash of lightning
Will nothing endure our birth
These are days so trivial
Nothing is sustained beyond the...

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