Best Heaths Poems

He was airlifted to another place.
The heaths, the dales,
the high ridges,
all began to slip away
under throbbing wings.

(When you are unearthed,
roots still wriggle,
flecks of native mud
cling to your senses
and come with you.
A sediment makes its way
inside wrinkles and pockets.
Places you have slept on,
waded across,
had breezy sex...

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I believe that long ago, the universe’s most artistic landscaper mixed woodlands with tropics, mountains with heaths, and streams with waterfalls that were next blended with an ocean.  Man named this place, Hawaii.  The absolute awe that, to me, is Hawaii, is bound...

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where aspens huddle
in dense woods or open heaths
I often linger...
the shimmering foliage
my inebriated soul

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© paul callus 2nd August 2016...

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Dancing in a moonlit meadow makes me feel alive.          
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Autumn and a zigzag of memories,
bare cornfields replace luscious heaths.
Forest tracks zigzag in vales
as hikers' joy blooms
admiring the  half dead dahlias.

From the verdant hills I spy
The green ferns thrive 
from recent downpours;
goats graze before the winter blasts
and hay-laden carts amble by.

Here and there old...

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Towards the middle of the April the wind changes and the showers fall,
We hide under the branches of an old fir tree sheltering from the rain,
All is well as the rain sweeps across the shallow mead's rippling waters,
There is a fluorescent greenness in the grass...

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As the year thunders on the autumn days begin to get shorter the nights are early,
My old dog stretches out by a blazing log fire only turning over when he's too hot,
Arthritis is slowing him down his hips are so sore he walks very slowly...

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In a house high on a hill an old man grows weak, many years have gone, he lays in his old bed,
Back in the day, a dashing young officer with a brilliant red uniform he had many girlfriends,
Flowers scattered across the mead's and meadows the...

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Autumn and bygone memories,
bare cornfields,  luscious heaths,
where tracks zigzag to vales
as hikers' joy blooms.
The green ferns thrive 
from recent downpours;
goats graze before the winter blasts
and hay-laden carts amble by.
Here and there old farms dot 
the countryside, smoke silently
curling slowly out of blackened chimneys.
Oh how...

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Thou gentle May that barest me one day,
Thou month of loveliness and darling flowers,
Didst fill my heart with gaiety when I lay
Upon the cradle in my home for hours.
There in the yard I saw my mother speak
Of faery lands and Queens and of the Kings,
While...

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Lost in a beautiful garden that stretched far into the perfect turquoise horizon,
Amazed at the smells, the beauty with the breeze singing through blossomy trees
The cherry blossom danced in a light wind lifted it off boughs swirling in the air,
Sun shining through budding branches, shadows...

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The bursting blossom of a pear tree twist and swirl with a lavishing beauty,
Promising plenty of fruit along each smooth branch and bough delivering all,
Rosebushes red buds burst into leaves with fresh dew dripping on grass,
A shy foxglove shakes in soft breeze hides her sweet...

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A story
Of an insignificant mother trailed.

When sledgehammered, pickaxed
Excavated, craned and the progress of
The ceaseless destruction of
Demolished construction railed.

So is a story
Of an insignificant mother trailed.

With wings flapped and heart ached, the dove
An emblem of peace hovered for some tranquility for itself, 
As the stuccoes tore...

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From Far-Off Worlds, now I am come for you,
Across the ages, and across all time…
Behind the Sun, we first did pledge, and I’m…
Impatient as a crocus for the New

Dawn and the coming of Pure Light
Then, will I finally hold you in my arms?
(And, holding, keep...

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They reach away from our reality
as if we are a momentary blur.
Here by the ice-gnawed stones,
my mind is a broken-jaw,
bones rattle in fissures of time.

Menhir, dolmens and megaliths,
under the blunt teeth of ageless winds
the stones raise their wilderness questions
while the ancient moors and heaths
crack open...

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