Best Hillocks Poems

I'm named a willow tree and live in grace,
the whole of me distinctive in its shape.
My elegance well suits this lush landscape
of hillocks flung across the field I face. . . 
and gentle rills meander through this place.
In spring I don a long virescent cape
comprised...

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Of the Gods own country
of this paradise
where green and blue
merge as one
in the north is a city
that encompass the beauty
where the dream lands meet
lined by kaasaraka trees

where seven tongues are spoken
and a unique lingo was woken
lined by shores and calm beaches
which meets with forts of...

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While rambling like a vagabond in a seraphic poetic submersion, in a remote region, witnessed the most captivated sight ever, 
a sleeping valley rippled in wild blooms, as sparkling in mystical celestial beam, in the mesas of the clouds, the Dzukou Valley, 
a remote dale...

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I've searched nearby hillocks and sand.
They've gone missing sooner than late:
no wildflowers to perk barren land,
gypsy flowers by garden gate.

Where are those tiny violets
that snuggled closely to the ground;
yellows that smiled to all they met,
iris-hued daisies always found?

Blossoms dipped in a sunset's peach
once caressed my...

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Aspen leaves flutter like birds
as a breeze ponders the lake's surface
and I brush away a willow leaf of cold jade.
Soon there will be a face in the moon
with its familiar brow arched
over what should be cornflowers
now residing beyond the lambent braids
of feral rye and muscled...

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Going through its ambiance, (on) with open thoughts,
Past scenes so serene, and picturesque (in situ passed).
A house, its windows just ajar to the tactile winsome breeze
That taste of zest & adventure infused; with distilled memory’s, 
And (sensed) delights unmet “as yet”.the wend of life so...

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"Fireflies and Sea Poppies" 

glow up 
a short life 
buzzing by 
lighting up the 
shoreline

caves 
they're heading for
silent crowded sanctuary
stick fast like glow worms
fire lit to cold walls

words on the body
of the conscious all
written thoughts 
burning in soliloquay
hear the call 

red sea poppies 
standing scarlet
marked...

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Let’s dress up in green! It’s a cinch!
You don’t have to cover each inch.
We’ll dance on green hillocks
among all the shamrocks!
Come on or I’m going to pinch!

3-7-21...

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An elegant black movement
A sparkle from within
Embroidery of golden light 
Knitting magic on the skin

Raising the gleaming axe
Aiming at the dry branch 
The black diamond in pursuit
Of her daily livelihood

Many a male tourist in the hills
Seeks to have the sparkling diamond 
Like a necklace in...

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No dear
Make the date for the tea
Friday at three
For the moon will be
At the windows
At the wee hours
And it will be the full moons
We will pick up as much as we choose
With the scarlet spoon

Monday the sun is hot
No room to look at the blooms
Right...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Eighteen

Even as the lower rubbed its dazed eyes over Her hillocks
The light-foot Lass of Lahore made her way past the boating docks
Past the Marie’s dank reedy banks over Her heaving breast
Tip-toeing over the complaining boards of Her nose-bridge...

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Hitherto a sleepy way-lost village,
Shall now enter history’s fresh new sheet,
Vain may turn lessons of its farm college,
That would wonder how men should the greens treat.   

Poor greens to greed shall now the tithe pay,
Life alive to dead graveyard shall yield ground,
Grey iron...

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Up but Down…part-5

“Poor place”, the spectral humming of the winds
Seems to tell, “the hills too would have to lose
Their birthright just like everyone of us.
On the way upward, somebody points

To a pitiful mile or so and tells
‘These are virgin forests left as they are’
But whereas...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-Three

Is it true the sun dared cock its eye over the hillocks
Nor did it with affront sink into raging Atlantic docks
Such the glare of armoured headlights singeing the mist-crowned mosque
Though the assembled hosts ogled the Furies with hidden...

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Layer by furry layer, 
The deer carcass 
Dissolves into the infinite
Returns to the radiance
It came from.
 
Dazzled by the Sun, I drive
Taking in the sunny salted freeway
Brilliant mile by brilliant mile,
Air pristine by icy hillocks,
Engine singing on all fours
And my license plate’s my name.

Who has...

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