Best Outdoor Poems

Sadly, my generation may have been the last to grasp the
blast of outdoor adventure play for as long as childhood stayed.
Eager anticipation took our feet from breakfast table to door
where sunshiny wealth lent growing health while we explored.
Come lunch, dinner or dark, and we’d be...

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I ate in an outdoor shed today;
The cold did not stand in my way.
I wasn’t bothered by the noise
Of traffic which, at times, annoys.

Construction sounds, like drills and booms
Or buses spewing noxious fumes
Could not create the slightest dent
In my good mood, nor money spent

On mediocre...

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THREE OUTDOOR SCENES

frog pond      mallards
on the grassy, shallow bank
watching reflections


table with peanuts
round and round the tree he goes
caw, caw cries high crow


reading by the sea
this boy sitting on a rock
gull catches the breeze


Dave Austin...

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Just as honesty plants seeds of integrity
so too
vulnerability plants seeds of honesty.

My primary vocation
in this my gay grandfatherly retiring age
is to parent mindbody challenged adolescents
of diverse colors
as ecotherapeutically as possible
to optimize their and our wealth
of health,
growing nutritional elements and moments
into humanely co-operative organisms 
with good...

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There once was an entrepreneur
An Irish born rank amateur
He made garden chairs
Outdoor tables I swear
His name was Paddy O'Furniture



Written 14th March 2017

Entry to "luck of the Irish limerick" contest

Notes: happy St Patrick's day to all my fellow Irish men and women...

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The last leaf’s falling from the tree
Farewell to autumn!
Snowflakes start their waltzing spree
To better future blossom.

Your hair darling turned to gray
As well as mine.
Our years together – a safety bay,
They are like aged wine.

More often I would love to hug,
To feel your warm embrace,
Near the...

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The ducks in the air flying in a V-shape.
The clouds overhead looks dark like rain,
The sunrise with its orange-red on the lake
The cattails whistling in the wind.

The snow-covered glisten in the sun
The ducks quacking to the other ducks it is time to go south
Father and...

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Paint
Cans
Explode 
Coloring
North America
In vivid bouquets of Bunting


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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Passerina_ciris...

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Community outdoor innovators
are challenged by premillennial lack
of potlatch cooperative investments
paid-forward
by ZeroZone invested WiseElders,

Limited by Space
for developing multifamily co-housing
with cooperative community organic gardens.

Limited by volunteer outdoor ego-eco therapeutic
Time.

Limited by competitive economic grid
and profile assumptions
for future WinLose evolutionary models
composed of politically monoculturing
patriarchal assumptions,
not so much cooperative outdoor...

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Would rather recite poetry
in a forest
in a dell
in a woodland
in a meadow

Would be joined by
squirrels
chickadees
earthworms

Would not judge
my poetry and say you suck

Would rather recite poetry
by a river
by rocks
by jolly green giants
by humming birds

Would rather recite poetry
in nature than at an open mic reading...

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The rain that fell on the night was of the type pot plants like,
 it has stopped the air is mild, and the flowers smiles except the lemon tree
that is born grumpy and bears bitter fruit, which incidentally is good 
with fried fish and it...

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its wide in side
we lay
on a hot day
 than its the feeling
got us reeling
the boby is hot wet
its kind of cool
IT BECOMES
OUTDOOR POOL SEX...

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When someone plans a wedding
And the venue’s out of doors,
There most often is a back-up
Just in case it rains or pours.

If there’s not, it’s rather daring,
Like a gauntlet has been thrown;
Will the gods take up the challenge
Or leave well enough alone?

So the wedding I attended,
In...

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It feels easier to me
to recall and eagerly embrace
what remains sacred in humane nature
while outside
listening to surf and winds
of exterior EarthSouled nature.

It seems easier to fill our cathedrals
and capitals
with cupolas of resounding
one resonant inside voice,
but feels more salvific to fill all our outdoor extending voices
across...

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pensive
whisper softly
sublime divine evening
cloudless summit endless river
wistful



AP: 1st place 2021

Posted on April 20, 2018...

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