Best Mulched Poems

As winter hazes of January spraying
While I was meditating on how
To write this riveting poem which
Seemed to be for someone who
I never cast in my...

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The happiest day of October 
was the one when she wore her little red hat 
Off to the woods we went hand in hand like...

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All around mountains stare down,
Dwarfing Bleancwm with a silence,
Our Brockway walk is to begin,
Unusually no song  birds to sing!
The steep incline to the top,
Plenty to...

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Last night a noreaster passed us by,
So my yellow crocus hopeful though til now shy,
Spread open wide this morn,
Cheering a flower bed otherwise forlorn.

Eager roses...

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My daughter and I have started working out
at a local gym.We have done water aerobics
and ever the over achiever I decided to try
Zumba as well.It...

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When I first planted trees I thought it was for shelter 
From the ocean gales blast, and the wild rain lashing rain. 
I needed to...

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Grass cut, mulched beds,
Spring is here
Awfully early this year. 
Anyone else feeling dread
About what changes are ahead?...

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The maples blushed attempting to outshine
the flamboyant forsythias.
Willows wept strands of puce pollen.
The air lay damp, ponderous, pregnant
with the promise of peonies.
The mulched ground was...

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Quote: I don't want a perfect life I want a happy life 

Children tumbling out of bed 
coffee dripping from my old faded percolator 
Stockings...

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Walking on sunlight, spongy and soft like the grass 
sauntering on the moon, blue cushioned bounces of joy 
stepping on stars, silver bursts of happiness...

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Shivering perplex trees' leaves blowing in the wind
Ground and mulched by some others get away
Purpose and clutter a chore for us to do
Put on a...

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Oh wondrous Walt,
how many leaves were
cut, bagged and mulched
before we were allowed 
to come and smell
the lilacs in your yard?...

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A tree stood strong, fruity and healthy
on fertile soils of a volcanic landscape
a fairy forest ranger nurtured it on honey
and mulched it with jam and...

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We’re living 
in a pesticide era.
Existence is in poison.

Peasants are persuaded.
Their minds are mulched
with chemical thoughts.

Vegetable gardens are gruesome.
Not green, but 
a toxic shade of...

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My uncle took me fishing.
He’d smoke his favorite briar
Stuffing the cherry blend in with stubby
Welsh fingers more suitable for digging coal,
Than compacting mulched tobacco leaves.

A...

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