Best Scenes Poems

I love to sit under a tree
And smile as songbird sings,
He cocks his head and stares at me
And drops white slimy things.

And now behold, the leaves above
Reflect a change of season
A touch of brown, a flare of red
A dripping, sappy lesion.

Migrating robins from the north,
Their...

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Pastures lush and green,
Horses resting near the pond,
All the land at peace....

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Beautiful Scenes, Night Their True Love Was Born,
two of three 

Sublime ...
    Love's sweetest bliss,
Whispers tender and sweet
Moanings, pleasures, ecstasy's touch
Sublime.

Moon had its most bountiful gold-glows cast
filtering through tall oak trees onto earth
they in love that truly forever lasts
cared not for fame...

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Beautiful Scenes And Treasures Divinely Born

Downward ...
	Soft specks falling,
Like echoes frozen white
Whispers sent from December skies
Downward.

(The Ancient Tree )..
Thereinto awe its magnificent trunk
sinking its teeth into soft virgin ground
earth paying no heed as each deeper sunk
as to its firm teether, the tree was bound.

Above grown...

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Stage is set

Participants in place

A wolf moon smiles

Bright stars palpitate


Roses in a garden

Lovers sitting on a bench

Hand sending messages

Lips kissing to undress


Bodies on fire

Temperature’s hot

A voice sweetly caressing

Baby don’t stop


Owl hoots Whoo Whoo

Squirrel’s a little bit shy

Scenes of Spring magic

On the screens of our lives...

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Moonlight scenes appear
upon my soulful eyes I
watch the beauty rise

right before my eyes
my heart seems to soar with love
when we're holding hands....

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Beautiful Scenes, Golden Gifts True Love Brought,
third poem of three. 

True-love   ...
   Depths that heart swells,
longings that birth hot flames
night-gems, true eternal treasures
True-love.

With desires born, heart wedding sweet love dreams
songs, a most eager spirit dares sing,
heart swelled so near to bursting...

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Patches of snow sprinkled on the leaves
Lay on the hill climbed many times
And I wonder how many scenes
Have been kept safely in memory
Through seasons of visions and thoughts
Whether it be with chill or with warmth

Bare trees revealing the sky’s beauty
Opening up the distant views
Or trees...

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When the sun has not yet reached its zenith,
this man I know 
prefers to show the world he sees
depicting it when trees first don 
their leafy garments.
He dips his brush into viridescent hues.
Strokes of emerald play upon his canvas
as the world waking up from dreariness
he...

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Man's decibels is now mute,
The nature's music is to float,
The living souls have attained the tranquil state,
The worries and frustrations now combat,
The lamp of night has lit the light...
Oh! the view is a beautiful sight !!
The sky and the sea look alike,
As the vehement waves...

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** SCENES FROM HOME **

The curtain wafts on an open-window’s breezing air, like liquid 
Blue in the room, bringing beauty with magic’s tracing

The woman with her still raining, trickling water-streams
Over her calf as she lifts her leg out of the bath

Above the call, “Daughter!” to...

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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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Somehow a scene from girlhood days
Will flit across my hazy mind;
To lead me down enchanting ways
I thought I had once left behind
Of Grandma's touch… so sweet and kind.

Her garden floats on dappled stream
Where trees callow  burst into leaf,
Our hands gather the blooms, agleam
Which paint...

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For My Sister and Brother  Poets

Mornings, again refreshed, I wield up a 
sledgehammer to strike the stone walls of 

the confinement of my assigned nativity...then
 seek to emigrate from those Purposes...to go

settle, an immigrant, in the more fertile territory 
of Meanings, trusting a disclosure...

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In the midst of my sweet childhood days
I came across a gorgeous machine.
It was known by different names
But I called it my time machine.

A big roar, heard in the beginning
When I watchfully switched it to life.
I was in the middle of a battle
Fought around a...

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