Best Perennial Poems

My perennial garden is peaceful and tranquil
A timeless place of beauty where calmness will instill 
Vibrant blooms emanate sweet and savory scents
No fake or synthetic wafts among the floral presents

Birds flutter and dip in the rustic metal bird baths
While chipmunks nibble and play along their...

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I suppose you might have missed out on Paul Feyerabend's,
and especially Thomas Kuhn's Problem of Incommensurabiity.

Oh, not at all.
I have not looked at science or culture
or language
or even your attempts at communication
quite the same since I ran across their big dilemma.

Interestingly,
it shares some dynamics with...

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I notice Life unfolding each embryo of Time
sewing Earth's naturally revolving liturgy,
Eco-Rites of Passage
through TransMillennial Tao's fertile transition field,
Earthly universe our Garden-Commons home,
sacred cooperative space,
human nature's polynomial language place.

Time unveils creative conscience as incarnating evolution,
Dharmakaya.

Space covers metaphysical gravity valleys of co-temporal metaphor
premised on regeneratively patterned...

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Like autumn leaves
the years had withered and blown away.
Her schoolgirl dreams had been set aside or
if appropriate wrapped in gay-patterned paper
and placed beneath the Christmas tree of her heart.

She awoke from dreamless sleep
and wondered who she was and where she was,
but the breathing of her...

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PERENNIAL LIFE OF LOVER’S LILY

O calla lily so vernal and briefly tall,
Rhizomic with graceful long leaf drift.
Eyes pleasure of a lover’s unending gift,
In pomp and splendor rain doth fall.

Calla’s greediness of greenery takes over.
Season’s rains slay her like a damaged cornstalk.
Suffocating in her own leaves,...

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Oh the days of summer will soon be upon us
To warm us and fill us with joy
Those bright sunny days and cool starlit nights
So sweetly our spirits they buoy

Gone through a bunch of these halcyon days
At my age I should be blasé
No matter the number...

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July 12, 2021


Poetry/ Brevette/Verse/perennial
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1371-887-12
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France

Written for the Standard contest, In Just A Few Words 2
sponsor, Joseph May, Judged 07/17/2021

Third Place...

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Catch the latch under the thatch
Roof within the hut
In your village where you snatch
Every chance to balance the gut
 
That propels your vision
To embrace the trace of the future
You believe lies in the diffusion
Lying at the intersection of a culture
 
Dynamic enough to promote progress
Conservative...

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I prefer to gaze at my Eden
through this veil of screens.
There, the miracle of sun and bloom
explodes with delight over my stoned edges.

But...ponder me first before venturing
once more unto that breach, for there,
in the bowels of hosta and fern
lurk the humping beetle larvae, 

phantom chompers,...

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The Perennial Exile.

Alone,
a foreign body,
eliciting condescending smiles,

the exile walks on.

Though gracious intentions are spoken,
well-meaning band-aids applied,

the exile walks on.

Alone,
never shaking off the fear,
the cold, damp trepidation,

the exile walks on.

A scab on the body,
ignored as benign,
tolerated by its host,

the exile walks on.

Alone,
knowing the danger,
imminent and grave,

the...

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The days of summer will soon be upon us
To warm us and fill us with joy
Those bright sunny days and cool starlit nights
So sweetly our spirits they buoy

Gone through a bunch of these halcyon days
At my age I should be blasé
No matter the number each...

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Break 
                                           ...

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He embraces her~
         whispering love
                     but his dubious heart
        ...

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Arousing our loins,
pollen coated bumble bees;
Perennial dance....

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'wind is pounding in my heart'

It tears across the steppes and plain, it guides my mind and eases pain
Whithin the yurt, upon the road, it whets my mind; eases the loads
I've rode it's Breast ten thousand times,' with banner high the yak tails nine
Its of...

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