Best Frond Poems

Rest now
O restless heart
released in ebb   to flow

ride the other side of the king tide rising
buoyant your movement in rise with the waves
Rise!...

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Abandon through the flowing blue ice streams, 
          then rise to thirsty trees and fields of...

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murders rise on nights like these
                   crows...

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"Everything holds a tinge of beauty, something unique,
but not everyone recognizes something beautiful."
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Cascading off the winter chill
leaving warmth wherever it traces
the edge of the daffodil, tulip or crocus
spring shines its brilliant rays across
the windowpane that mirrors the...

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Hello, due to creative exhaustion I have invited three parallel versions of myself from different parallel universes to entertain you with poems tonight.  Please...

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Cascading off the winter chill
leaving warmth wherever it traces
the edge of the daffodil, tulip or crocus
spring shines its brilliant rays across
the windowpane that mirrors the...

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Growing new feathers
stiff bones and frond wisps
Plumes iridescent
Flaming bronze and gold
to snatch ripe currents

Blown on the wind
me and these wings
full of new hope
and soft landings

Take...

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As I ambled around the village pond

I skimmed a stone through reed and frond,

In distress, ducks took flight

Guilty I, to cause them fright.

Protesting loudly in...

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I'm out of my element, a beached whale
that can't breathe, drowning in a world of air.
A tattered palm-frond caught up in love's gale
surfing upon cascading...

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Maurice the frog was q###r; of this he had no doubt and all the lady frogs just made him yawn.
He sat all day on his...

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SPRING INTO SUMMER

Some things softly died, it's true,        
while others only slept.      ...

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Be it a hut of bamboo and palm frond roof
maybe a hut made of straw and mud,
or a stone dwelling with unglazed windows.

It is not...

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How I got here, I have no clue.  I do remember being on a cruise.
Passengers were walking, talking, and watching the cerulean blue sea...

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