Best Junipers Poems

Summer came crashing down like a thunderhead 
Hordes of children released from their brick prisons 
My young eyes watched out the passenger window 
Our yard,...

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And as I stood upon the shore in Pacifica
Gazing over the soothing Pacific Oceans Archean waters
With its cooling yet cleansing rhythems, washing over my baring...

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can you taste the w i n d .  .    .  


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"I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it..."  E.E. Cummings

Hello my dearest darling, it was...

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My
Mind
Melts
Orange

Scattering butterflies
Singing with iridescent
Chameleons
First aqua green, then
Revolution

Clubbing twilight with both
Fists, gulped by gallons
Of planets

Parading
As thoughtless trees

Overbearing junipers
Crowding the galaxy

With shrinking
Wisdom

Unafraid of red
Ants

Colonizing advanced
Mountaintops

Millions
Of miles

Inside

My

Mind



08/08/13
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Away dashes the last frigid brush of winter
Beauty cannot wait to rise and greet the sun 
Crocuses are first to break through barren soil
Daffodils display...

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Resting Under My Favorite Old Tree



 Lucky bird sings a jolly little tune
 of ravishing sunshine in late June
 Graced by soft breeze to give...

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A swing, propelled by laughter and giggles,
arcs into the air, reaching for the sky.
And its rope chafes the bark of an old oak,
as flashes of...

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Angels in furs so white 
Brave voices as cool as sprite
Cheeks so red or pink
Delights your day without a wink
Endless care reserved for you
Flocking in...

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I fly through the trees, my eyes fixed on a cup

 of water

That drifts

between Heaven & Hell, since

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Turtle tuning tap. Or a turtle beach. Organisational skills are rife in a sea horn. But duties of a seahorse are to prepare the vast...

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I left the village and trudged towards the small wood,
Junipers, covered with berries that looked so good.
It was an inviting place many knew about
It was...

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4% mnm
Mountainous syllables can never really tread lightly across a rope bridge. But living in a cabbage house is fantastic fun for many leaves make...

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MENTAL INSTITUTIONS SHOULD PLANT FLOWERS TO PASS THE HOURS

Dead daisies, 
deceased dandelions 
torched tulips birthed to be torn and tragically tormented
And those daisies and dandelions...

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Night falls upon the 
wooded lake shore,
I hear Minerva’s child calling;
echoes through the trees
tell me that the 
nightlife is awake.

Through my tent flap, 
the glimmering...

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