Best Haze Over Poems

Down the majestic mountain, over the grassy knoll,
Themes verdant, chromatic, summer’s vistas scroll,
Rustling zeal of willows, as zephyrs-avid gently blow,
Propelling tides of vigor, where rivers burbling flow.

Cherishing blooming prairies, birds frolic and trill,
Gliding over scenic valleys, reveling flight of thrill,
Circling back to realm serene vying...

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He thinks to prevail the existence as haze over
And makes his own beau geste 
A spirit of ingenuity revived peerlessly 
And makes the reality to indite a blue story
That appears to be enjoyable. 

This exemption from reality 
Just like he masters his own way
Others may...

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smell of summer rain

steamy haze over grasses

flowers overflow

Copyright, 5-28-2014
Faye Lanham Gibson...

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With the self declared  bomoh king around, smiles are going around...
Vigorously shared are pictures of  his quirky aids and aides gathered round....

One widely circulated pictures the venerated one  holding up a magical  vase ....
Plain looking yet with mystical powers you could...

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January freezes my blood
Crack the ice and split my skin
February bloodies my romance 
Let go and watch the rose pedals spin
March colors my envy
I never discovered a four leaf clover
April drenches my eyes
Suicide fog begins to haze over
May plants my flowers
White daisies for upward pushin'
June...

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Let the rain splash incessantly,
And wash away with its flow;
These pangs of sorrow that linger,
Resting upon my brow;
Let it splatter upon the furrowed skin,
And bestrew these lines of grief;
Drenched by the ceaseless bout of tears;
Flared, deepened chasms tho’ brief;
Let it flood the rivulet bellies,
And in...

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A Ribbon-Ray, Across The Sea
Flung and Flown, So Prettily …
Velvet, Orange and Glittery
… A Liquid, Glistening Eulogy

From A Blood-Gold, Ball On Fire !
The Real-Bright, Red Baron Flyer
Descending Lower and Lower
Propellers, Turning Slower and Slower

Will He Crash, or Glide on Sea ?
Will His Purple-Smoke, Haze Over...

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Wow! Really its feeling nice to me,
Standing on the same spot where we met for the first time.
I know that you are not here this time with me,
But still those memories of past make me to feel you around.

Looking carefully on this road,
It appears like...

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I’m always too wired to sleep,
The gnawing itch beneath my skin
Fighting the haze over my vision.
My body wins almost every time,
Yanking me into fevered dreams
That leave me nearly as exhausted
As when I stumbled into bed.
I barely have the energy
To whisper through each day.
It’s as though...

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Purple daze 




Sunshine haze over milky blue Ocean reflects white horses rolling wave 

Sea gulls squawk as they glide on warm winds effortlessly above the port were boatmen slave 

Splendour azure skies trapping the contours of forests behind cliffs tallest and brave 

Sand slips softly...

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The lake was drying up
touching raw nerves.
Epicenter of violence was standing
on gun powder-

nursing charity groups
which were spewing hot lava.
This war was different, wearing masks
played by gloved hands.

The face in the crowd
was twisting the knobs of nuclear doors.
A tender haze over the winter
of relationship. The stones...

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The Seeing Eye 
This nature I see is mine it doesn´t belong to anyone else,
those winding roads with cracked asphalt, there has been
an earth disturbance at some faraway place, perhaps China
or cracks in the memory of the elderly.
Silence in the landscape of mine emits an...

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Now I am taking a walk along the shore;
I can see the blue sky and the sun
Painting a golden haze over the water;
I can smell the fresh air;
It is always different when you smell along the shore;
The sand is smooth and I can sense it
Cuddling...

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Canada is afire and I’m confused, shouldn’t the snow put that out?

The Boston sky is an interesting shade of mustard yellow,
and there’s a pale orange haze where the sun should be.

Lisa, drowsily asleep-walked into the kitchen for her morning coffee. 
“So this is Mars,” I...

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With a gesture of hello
I say goodbye,
Like a thank you,
I'm sorry.

Yours, mine, ours,
Our hearts' rhythms,
Yours, mine, ours,
In the fleeting colors,
Like haze over the mountain peak,
Slowly starting to fade away.

When I wake in the morning,
I remember,
The smile, the voice,
The figures of the ones we love.

I peer...

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