Best Mounded Poems

I stood as though reborn on mounded dirt,
which seemed so moist it strangely could assuage
the ache from bowels that howled from so much hurt.
Would ground then be my cure or a mirage?
Enticed, I deeply pressed each foot through soil
till they took root and fixed me...

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In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.

- Excerpt from A Christmas Carol by Christina Rossetti

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My mirror-face is pinched pallid as, colourlessly, I go...

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So bashful to the wind the day sets at bay
recollecting the past of the stilled clay,
mounded mind distract the dew
observing the mountains in the view,
combusting in it's self the rain flaws
cold winter winds build it's claws,
to tangle the day amoung the clear
just to await what...

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I live on the frozen tundra where cold winds blow
I'm never bothered by the amount of ice and snow
The thickness of my feathers are deep at my chest
like a downy insulated coat that's better than a vest.

I'm busy keeping watch over my two mated hens
who...

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It began with rain, pelting
yellow daffodils to the ground.
Sleet rode rain's coattails,
staccato dings on our windshield.

In the empty parking lot,
black-lettered buses stood
empty; no church today.

Through potato-soup lunch,
we watched quarter-size
snowflakes cover sleet.
Over hours of a long, gray day,
snow mounded, transformed
familiar objects into phantoms.

Suet cake brought birds,
squabbling...

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Smooth white orbs, halved and emptied
                                       ...

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I sit in the sand
With my knees in my hands
Just staring out at the sea
Contemplating
The meaning of life
And maybe the meaning of me

For all that I've done
And all that I've won
Is that the meaning of life
To live and to build
To follow the guild
With a family...

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Papa’s Victory Garden
we begin

many folk began vegetable gardens 
in answer to a call from Ottawa.
be a good citizen help support
the boys overseas, fighting for us.

Poppa took it very seriously.
He asked the land lord
for a bit of land hidden beneath
the prideful lawn and he began to...

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He sits on a throne;
a green and mounded hill.
a velvety yellow crown
on a cat without teeth.
Waves are gently blown
on a carpet of grass,
in the palace of nature.
as if a royal envoy
brings forth a message:
"summer has come,
king Dandelion."...

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....happening a few hours north and west of where I live in Minneapolis


Bulldozers pushed earth into mounded walls all along the watchtower. 

Wild Sunflowers, roots exposed, gasped for life, uncomfortablysideways, faces driven into 

mud.Stun-gun wires, the few that escaped the eyes of the cleaners, barbed...

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Nude, Descending a Staircase*


Nude, descending a staircase.
Sunlight gleaming off the smooth curves
of the still warm, wet, torso.
Soft foamy shampoo halo
surrounding mounded hair,
damp, hurried footprints follow.

Squinting eyes peer through
gossamer curtains,
impatiently waiting in anticipation,
a noonday rendezvous.
A whispered exchange
in the cooling breeze of open door,
exciting the senses.

Climax…words uttered
in...

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Turtle Time


Ever wonder what they think?
You know, the turtles.
The throwbacks, the procrastinators,

“Land—water—both?”
The first houseboats,
heads sitting on the bow

guiding the cumbersome craft,
stalking the unsuspecting
in slow-mo silence.

Mud slide building
sun worshippers
living life in the slow lane.

Old folk
at warm water beaches
reminiscing,

long swims, ocean currents,
mounded sand,
moonlight rendezvous.

Solitary creatures,
hard shelled
evolutionary slowpokes.

Ever...

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Fallen needles soften passage into the forest.
Precise footsteps beckon her to him,

Like a portrait of symmetry in motion.
A kaleidoscope discloses awe-inspiring beauty,
As sunlight freckles tease fluttery fronds,
And stillborn dew splashes spongy mounded moss.

The green velvet becomes denser 
With miniature outdoor terrariums, 
Everywhere you look.

A grand...

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If I held a candle while the cold and dark wind blew
To light the way along for someone I barely knew
If I held a wise mans hands and listened very still
To know the things he knows. The things I never will
If I held a baby...

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Sunlight's shadows, breeze tumbled
Kaleidoscope of jig saw puzzles
Pond's wrinkled face, old and wise
Accumulated  knowledge
Fallen coconuts, lazy lay
Pink skirts, deeper eyes; hibiscus, oleander
Flirting friends, fat bladed grass
Green with envy
High stepping investigating crowd
Folded flapping wings, noisy as teenagers
Squirrel holes, mounded soil
Half a hand full of wounded...

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