Best Groves Poems

When the 
  moon muses 
to the 
  melody of memories, 
roaming wisps 
   of vanilla gently 
flow through 
 ...

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Oh! How like you, I long to be a singing lark
Who in the blue firmament like a tiny speck
Remains invisible, drowning the air in music...

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The Bedouins, bequeathed with the sacred beauty of paradise harsh,
trusted guardians of jealous gorges and gifted groves
lead me from the Wadi Musa to the humble...

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The sky prepares the sun for night
where drifting clouds are slowly steeping 
in tepid pools of waning light
where soon the moon will find her sleeping

above...

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I kissed July's hot tangerine lips
swam in cool aquamarine eyes
basked in blond and honey rays
dreamed in mango pomegranate sunsets 
of lime hillsides and marmalade roses
Years...

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Written for the Winter Solstice sunrise at Avebury, Wiltshire, England

I have waited for you
Where no shadow seeps
Deep in the earth
Where the slow damp creeps
Under the...

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When the night wind changes course
sending breezes from the north,
when farmer's fields lie brown and fallow
and empty ropes swing from the gallows,
when children's faces are...

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Forth from the heaven, from the misty moorlands of all sacred woodland greens,
drop by drop by striking the pebbles and untouched vegetations oozes, 
the intoning...

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Boated through the tantalizing Kerala backwater
                   ...

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*Past silver groves of willows weeping near a crystal stream,
I move with an excitement flowing in my vibrant dream.
Those colors that I take for granted...

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Along resplendent lanes in groves of green 	
  In sundown’s mellow tinge aglow, we cruise  
  To grasp unto moon’s fingers so...

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taciturn springs rising
from within the quarry 
of deep earth's wisdom
urging lyrical waters to transpose
while held like singing seas of living reveries
of history and infinity
misting to...

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Skylarks Call Across Light of Morning 1-11-23  
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Skylarks Call Across Light of Morning

“Skylarks call across morning light”
After cold quiet stills laughter
In the deep shafts...

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We are the high altitude sentinels.
Our small groves freckle the high plains.
We keep to ourselves, mostly
upon the snow burdened peaks
where our ashen trunks blend
and our...

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I've Limricized..' Haiku
Than Bauk, a time or two.
In verse intent, play scenes.

To prose.' not heavy of line.!
My word..! 'to grasp the time'
Its to do.! Today...

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