Best Scattering Poems

Gathering a plethora,
of abandoned blossoms high and low,
a covered basket and pockets full.
Light footsteps through shady trees
releasing dainty blooms for me,
nature’s soulful aliment like a
rainbow...

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Parallel

Evening arrived scattering snowflakes,
I sought a solitary
Path
Through winter’s barren woods
Made magical this night
With glittering snow
Gracing every empty branch
Each twig
In the muffled silence of a downy...

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He just appeared to me, like wispily curling 
Chimney smoke, 
One grim and early morning in the very midst of 
Decembers briefest days, on the...

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Down the majestic mountain, over the grassy knoll,
Themes verdant, chromatic, summer’s vistas scroll,
Rustling zeal of willows, as zephyrs-avid gently blow,
Propelling tides of vigor, where rivers...

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Verdant prairies, lush foothills,
Yellow tulips, golden daffodils,
Waltzing with magnolia’s zeal
Flamboyant in spring’s appeal.

Thundering showers, mirthful bees,
Burbling rivers, roaring seas,
Birds chirping, roaming carefree,
Buoyant, reveling summer’s glee.

Autumn...

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This is too complex; i mean the throbbing  wound 
grating my belly on a dappled day, a day 
breathing of tender winds and violins....

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Old and ugly and well married is the visage
that I carry, and yet, there is another world
that keeps opening up its magic door.
It sends me...

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Harken...those hollowing drums
Over cold vales so beat,
Exhorting a multitude of glistening 
Star-tipped spears,
As marching over shattered landscapes
In shinning replete:
Crunch Artumes eternal legions
Across the snow bound...

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DEDICATED TO BYRON- Double Sonnets--First dedication poem of series 
honoring great poets.
 
(Sonnet 1)

Upon Dawn's Beautiful Rise, I Was Born 
  
  (Sonnet...

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As the final glimpse 
of the sun leads into 
an everlasting spectacle 
of twinkling dreams, 
peeking through 
    turmeric traces 
of an...

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16th April 1746
The day a country ceased to exist
British Army, Hanoverian scum
Defeated our Jacobite's
Scotland is on the run
 
Our Tartans banished, bagpipes no more
To lead...

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Rough winds blowing
Washing wild waves ashore
Scattering about seashells
It always makes me want more...

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I lay prone above the surface of the earth:
a boundless expanse of ultramarine blue, 
gazing at every living and nonliving thing, 
the air so clean...

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Nauseating thoughts about noxious,  and demeaning  words
that smell worse than stinking socks on sweaty feet ,
replay in my head making me feel so...

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