Best Sage Poems

The breeze annoying trees entices me,
I drift away    afar to fields abloom,
with silver tongues untied their whispers free —
..ah, prairie-weed does burn a sweet perfume.

The flowered spikes do strike a reminisce,
the musky scent upon each purple spear…
your kiss, our bliss… you I...

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 ~ I - I Arrive in Glasgow ~

When I arrived in Glasgow town
I knew nary a soul
So tired I's nearly fallin' down
Yet I'd no place to go 

I wandered up Buchanan street 
In hopes to find a bed
Or e'en a simple mat o' hey
On...

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*Oh babe, we now have three beautiful children that we admire 
*We've fought through pain , we've fought to build our dreams , our love was never tired 
*We lived like we wanted to be , two united souls, with our emotions growing higher 
*But you became too...

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OF SAGE LEAVES AND SWEET FLOWERS…

While flowers may be deemed
The sweetness of nature and life,
It is the leaves of her trees that are
The essences of life, death, and rising:-

It is the leaves of the tree 
That feeds and nourishes her;
That ensures her branches’ bearings;
Photosynthesizing her...

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*From the day your eyes threw a spell on me, i became yours 
*You rejected me many times, but dear, I never gave up , 
*I knew that it's our destiny to be for each other, I was sure 
*you were too rich and I was too poor 
*but...

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When all of youth flees
and even the whitest eye reddens, rheums,
words, fair words, dispel the gloom.
When hands are mapped with age and knurled,
still, they transform the page, the eye, the cage,
for where words flow, the mind goes,
to the pristine smiles and 
the smooth curves which...

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Oh
hermit,
we have heard
that you have seen,
that which is unseen,
namely the face of God
and that too in broad daylight,
so with folded hands, we request 
you to please teach us all the practice,
following which, we too may see the light.

Dear soul, the path to follow is pathless,
appearing...

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When I was young the broom sage grew so tall
It towered over me, fuzzy tickling
Right there in front of momma harvesting
Harvesting just enough sage for a broom

Broom sage to sweep the hearth clean of debris
A hearth white washed with Georgia kaolin 
Nothing to cover the...

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Aged Osage;
twisting, turning, 
tentacled specter of the soil; 
centuries of thrills, you have seen.

Gnarly old fingers, 
still reach for brother sun’s embrace 
and you share your elation freely.

Stories told in limb and bough, 
are road maps through time; 
I see that history, 
can hide nothing...

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Random thoughts flutter across a page
And take shape in verses of expression
Reflecting the notions of the poet/sage.

While the actor repeats upon the stage
Phrases acting out playwright’s impression
Random thoughts flutter across a page.

Both painting portraits of love and rage
In concise words, the writer’s profession,
Reflecting the notions...

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White Sage 

Date: 2/7/2016 5:13:00 PM 
 
You need not ask James. Poetry is built of words that touch, words which the body feels, which the tongue taste and such beauty the eyes feast on, a path the fingers walk....and you've portrayed such excellence in...

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When we sat together,
we whispered almost as one,
not as conspirators,
but as mentor and acolyte,
and you spoke of things that I did not comprehend
yet with words that I knew were true.
You warned me of a chimera,
I've fallen prey to several since.
When we stood counter,
we opposed one...

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There’s a desert sage northwest of here
In a town called Sugarville,
Not on the top of a mountain
Nor even a humble hill.

This sage lives on the desert floor
Where the ring-neck roosters prattle,
Where rabbits hide in the rabbit brush
And the prairie rattlers rattle.

I would walk five miles...

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Concrete jungles, mechanic life,
Work, earn, every day we strive!
Seizing me from the normal realms,
Away, you fly me to the valley of elms!
Weird gray sage,
Every time you amaze!
I’ve jumped from mountains top,
With wolves I've hopped!
Have leapt in the deep of sea,
What wondrous creatures you made me...

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The mustard seed 

a wild mustard seed took flight 
carried aloft in gathering light 
over thistle'd sage and poppies  
in countless colorful copies

as brash rain showers subside 
the retreat of angry clouds abide
scolded by the Northern wind 
in search of infinity's final end

once barren...

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