Best Hawthorns Poems

When dreamtime leads me to a mystic land
I saunter quietly ... climbing a hill,
For the kingdom of fairies and elves reigns
With gossamer wings and jewels in their hair.

A sapphire castle laps with ambient winds
Robed in diamante from godly hands.
Sweet mist of air and silver voices...

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In moments when the twilight sparks
To gently flare as dark embarks,
Tender comes eve swinging a hum
While air-brushed clouds, on flight, succumb.

Yet, through the lull of sky, I hear
Their voices billow quite unclear
Whispering mildly, still I know
Those refrains from seasons ago.

Somehow, before the call of morn
When...

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Ecological Colonization -
"the action by a plant or animal of establishing itself in an area."

Each spring the pine trees become quite distraught
considering it a mere childish ploy
that neighb'ring maple trees without much thought
must litter the ground with their silly toys.

The willful whirly birds with tensity
find...

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Early in the year a young man walks with a stout Yew stick firmly on his shoulder,
Resting on damp grey stone looking all around watching the dicky birds and smiling,
Rising from the stone he drops a snowdrop and a forget-me-not onto the cold ground
He had...

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Flowers affirm my constant love for you.
Sweetheart, prepare to receive these
from January to December:
carnation, violets
daffodils, daisies
hawthorns, roses
buttercups, gladiolus
aster, marigold
chrysanthemum, hollies...
Never will I let oblivion
vanquish my vow*...
So help me, God.
 
( A https://www.pinterest.com/pin/578431145904755821/ and 40 words)

*Ecclesiastes 5:5 Better is it that thou shouldest not vow, than...

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Somehow, before the call of morn
When misty fog drifts on hawthorns,
And daybreak hails a new sunset
I trace past moments now at rest.


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Oh, to be in England 
Now that April's showers have gone
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, aware,    
Deep division or apalling apathy almost everywhere,
Most do not applaud at funerals or turn their back,
Do we not now have a premier posthumously promoted...

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Early in the year a young man walks with a stout Yew stick firmly on his shoulder,
Resting on damp grey stone looking all around watching the dicky birds and smiling,
Rising from the stone he drops a snowdrop and a forget-me-not onto the cold ground
He had...

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Irreverent arsenic of lake bottom 
was seeping in me
I was riding on waves, moon-stuck.

The nude shot 
of anemone, blindfolded
after the criminal assault.
Why they were throwing the lewed comments ?

A raw cave 
of white pain, drags the deity out
and dances on hawthorns.
The butchers become sick,
sick to...

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While powdered flakes gently spill from heaven
Like embroidery of gold tassels kissing buds
And hawthorns ,the  frost twinkles and drifts
Into winter’s  beautifully formed marquee,
tangy the vapor of her skin 
wafting into  nightfall’s’ interlude.

Enthralled, I shudder at the rhythm
Of her dance : icicles flitting...

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Evening wore a floral dress.
Blue birds announced their departure
opening red wings.

You know them, buffs 
of night who would not wait for the moon
to rise and I had nothing to hide.

These tragic toes
black with gangrene
still want to mount on red clovers.

That anatomy of desire
will dance with...

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Lashed together
for a better tomorrow,
ending war of words.

Heralding the new
moon I sacrifice
my becoming age

I will sleep now
on hawthorns in bleeding
flames of forest.


Satish Verma...

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It was a removed behavioral aspect
of a vivisection; 
the moon had left
the grey anatomy of earth.

Crazy,
yes the system shows
sheer lunacy. The prudence
was chasing a smoke.

A long winged golden eagle 
soars high for a prey of short limbs.
The opaque ankles
will not take the victim very far.

A...

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Sanguine lies
topple the true being
errant  calls beckon you
Tears in your eyes
seek fortune in the east
under cloudy skies
where hawthorns roam
There's a winding scope of reasons
song on a mossy bank
everything clear under open sky...

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Darl! Let's go to Manhattan beach,
There we can catch some fish,
Then you'll cook a nice dish,
That we'll eat under the Beech.

This time, if Jennifer goes, 
She'll want to eat a lot of Mangoes,
Then we'll send some by cargoes,
Like we did when we were on hol's...

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