Best Freshened Poems

Mist fills the morning with freshened air
Yellow fields smile past the distant shore

Lullabies play a gentle tune
Offer hope of what's coming true
Velvet kisses in the month of June
Every touch my heart doth swoon

In winds of care I blow free
Sending signals of my love for thee...

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Our minds and souls have somehow linked.
Strolled down paths of rain freshened flowers.
Forever mingling to songbird hues.

We spread our mutual seed into forests green.
The texture of our scent. Pristine.
The past cannot blemish such moments.

In the center of our lifetime, a golden pool.
Harp fish splash a...

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Cosmic Peace

I have been wondering
Ever since you left us,
What were your thoughts 
That early morn?
You were silent 
While you lay quietly on bed.

For the past few months
You had learned to 
Resign to your fate.
Your wounds were healing
Yet tired was your spirit
As you gave in to...

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Silent currents softly swirl
Around tree scented salty tears
Flowing forth from freshened forest
Awash from Summer’s seasoned years
Sunlight filtered through high branches
Causes mist to rise and glow
Gleaming in the golden fern
Drifting ghostly disappearing
Winsome weather wafted waves
Waking woods on Wednesday morning
Pauses kissed and shed of woe
Friendly forest fantasizes
As...

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Sandstone erode into dust harks history's fade
Effected by events, weathered
Crept century torture administers eventual taint
Withered time drives incessant 

Battered slate roof removed promotes damage 
Cold rain and blazing sun hurt
Cyprus seeds challenge infertile dust, establish 
Passage through gathered dirt

Co dependent pieces redefine a weary structure
Fed...

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With long hair wrapped up, rugged nails dirt dipped,
denim overalls and barnyard boots,
I set forth to get them gnarly raspberry stalks clipped,
and return with harvested horseradish roots
and frost freshened persimmon fruits.

12-30-19...

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Somehow, the glint of morn's prayer
awakens an unexplained urge 
to find new  journeys
in the remaining meditation
of time...I gush as daybreak yields
freshened rain, 
that my  old city of dreams,
of hope begins to  inhale 

all that is indelibly alive-- precious.


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Gazing out my window screen
I picture fields of gold.
Beholding sights so long unseen
and stories gone untold.
The wonders of Spring unfold.

Sunshine dripping from the sky
and falling on my shoulder.
Flowers giving another try
and squirrels growing bolder-
the earth's another year older.

Easter bonnets soon we'll wear
and dresses made of...

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With heavy muddy feet.
the chambers of our hearts are Crisscrossed.
We were once light footed and golden leafed,
but time always unveils its true........ offbeat
shakes the color from every tree
rapes the berry from sweet offerings.

Ice fills December's coffee cup,
seasons removed from the smiling bud. 
Roaches nibble on...

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Keats’ Nightingale

The romantic poets were too early to postulate total atheism,
And so freshened up the church by aligning god with nature,
And I believe they had a preference for nature over god or theism, 
Because they never posit him as social with high, tall stature.

Keats says...

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Bright sun and blue skies spread
high above a green sea
ever rising to the high tide
and the clouds came over
covering the sun.

The wind freshened,
throwing the sea against the rocks
in pale plumes of spray
springing from white, foam-topped waves.

Pushing inshore from the South-West,
the green sea grew pewter grey
as...

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Creasing Out Happiness

My little luxuries of life I refuse to barter
With Solomon's or Queen Sheba's treasures
Its ecstasy bewitches and beguiles me
As pirates to laden vessels to surfeit

Scrubbed and freshened from bath salts
I prepare for my vintage treat
The shaded candles are lit while
The fragrance of jasmine...

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Time for a road trip, my  dad, mom and us three kids all packed into our old station wagon. I guess it wasn't so old but it sure seemed that way at the time. We had 458 miles to drive on our trip from...

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To: Mandy Jo

She called me her friend. She was one of the few.
She saw in me things that no one else knew.

I was backward and shy, a chess club bore.
I had tape on my glasses. Need I say more?

She was one of the “popular” kids...

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In autumn the trees
were shedding their leaves

i was sitting in the light
watching the lovely sight.

i felt the moving breeze
which indeed made me please

there i was- among the rocks
my feet didn't wear any shoes nor any socks;

i looked at my clothes;all dirty and torn
this was what...

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