Best Outings Poems

The golden hour for rising has arrived, and there are violet roses in the sky,
So, I bid hello to you, my robust friend, as the vibrant, cerise birds float by.

The obsidian night, it was very long, and was filled with pleasant dreaming,
Like scenes from the...

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It was tranquil sultry August, and the birds were singing,
The insects were all buzzing, and toad frogs were springing.

And I was deep in the mountains, taking snapshots of nature;
For I felt I was a good photographer, though only an amateur.

A few of my best photographs,...

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I eavesdrop on chatty breezes
whispering words of gibberish;
amidst the sound of rustling leaves.

For setting the leaves aflutter,
they garner secrets from the trees,
decoding subtle sighs and heaves.

Autumn creates a fairyland,
with the assistance of Jack Frost;
inking changing leaves in the park.

Rays of sunlight freckle the ground;
playing tag...

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"Fragments and crumbs of life, 
                                  all the little pieces" 

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~My Trip With Love~

A arrival from Montreal to San Francisco seeing my son and his children.
B beautiful red roses on my approach expressing their love towards me. 

C for caring to have an eye contact honoring my motherly devotion & fidelity.
D for dreams come true...

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alone now
I roam through memories
recalling treasures of the past
journeying back to seaside treks with my husband
riding to the city to see Broadway shows
reliving nights of romance
even visiting John’s grave
in the best of times
memories carry me to ocean jetties
where vows of love were exchanged
as waves lapped...

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The bed offers cold
where you used to lie
a chill that lingers 
when dawn paints the sky.
Your abandoned chair
across from mine
is a constant reproach 
and an unwelcome sign 
of a love that died. 

On outings with friends 
I feel their pity
though I wear my best mask 
and try to be witty.
The places I visit 
are different...

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Small things like family outings and book readings, 
Trust and Godly fear, to feel Him near,
A heart that sings of homecomings on poet wings, 
True friendship dear - small things bring sweet cheer.


08/13/17

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Candles and nightlights flickering bright,
blackout curtains shutting out the moonlight.
Snuggle down cosy with blankets tight,
perhaps the war will end to-night.

Dripping setting from Sunday's roast,
spread so thick on Monday's toast.
Meat bones simmer on the old gas ring,
Pa's homemade soup,the 'real thing'.

Paper chains cut and glued,
beer in...

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He seemed very much like those white dogs before,
With a raggedy coat, pointed ears and much more.
But the likeness soon ended to those dogs gone away.
For he'd never known kindness or love in his day.

He didn't know words, didn't even know stairs.
His nose, from the...

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Fears conversation
Elaborate avoidance 
Of social outings...

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Telling tales or stories is a favourable pasttime;
But using pictures to tell stories of past and present,
Yours remind me of days back in time,
Would not be all very  recent,
Last ones of grateful recline
To golden years so sublime.
You had an cheerful smile.

Mother, telling your picture...

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Feather to feather on a branch, this early winter morning,
Are they planning outings for the day or of grave dangers warning?

A predator comes swooping by, a red-tailed hawk in plunder.
As of one mind they fly away, not one is pulled asunder.

These are the winter birds...

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A Call to a Religious Life
      By Lillian J. Jeffery


Family pray together,
share their table with the poor,
young Agnes goes on outings,
outings with the local church, 
sings in the choir
Her chosen life is Christian
her divine guide is Jesus Christ,
she starts and...

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Rhyme  Quatrain



Telling tales or stories is a favourable pasttime;
But using pictures to tell stories of past and present,
Yours remind me of days not so recent,
And ones of grateful recline
To golden years so sublime.

Mother, telling your picture stories is an action dramatized,
In a form that's...

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