Best Sycamores Poems

What's not to love about a summer day?
Kissed by the sun, the warmth of its embrace
To feel the cleanse from sweat at work and play
While...

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By chance, I found them, there...
Three pressed leaves, with brittle veins of delicacy
Tucked between the pages 
Of a tattered book of poems
Overlooked and gathering dust,...

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Limousines cruised the circle, like vultures of prey,
stopping, ejecting their catch of the day

We watched from a hillside, a vast world away

Through the trees, down...

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The heavens sing in star dust whispers
beneath the moon’s enchanted smile
While hand in hand we slowly wander
past sycamores in autumn style

The breeze is cool this...

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On a broad street 'neath spreading sycamores sits a stately dwelling.
Its elegance and surrounding grounds are so very compelling.
Gracious gardens and towering pines enhance its...

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Sycamores certainly speak French, cypresses - ancient Greek, the Old Testament's olives are bilingual: they speak Hebrew and Aramaic. Birch is a Russian tree though...

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Autumn brings leaves in multifarious hues,
Time's flow quickly readies us for winter's blow.
Fun days on our patios will soon turn to blues,
As it takes its...

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Accordin'  to my totally unbiased and very detailed research,
Jerimiah Flood pastored the Happy Valley Baptist Church.
From the pulpit he flailed his arms as if...

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The clouds drape low, 
shrugging blue mountain shoulders,
melding with ghostly river mist
ascending in specterous vapor trails
salted with primordial tears.

Between stately mottled sycamores 
and aged medicinal...

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Midsummer’s eve  

Softly the glow of the twilight is falling
Beneath the moon on a serpentine sky
Creating auras beyond every heartbeat
Whispering down in a mystical...

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The chestnuts are in full flower and the sycamores are humming with bees,
Meadow grass is knee deep full of flowers, the dog rose climbs up...

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Oft' my thoughts drift back through the mists of time,
To my childhood and my humble Indiana home,
Those blissful days of youth so carefree and sublime!
My...

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In the beginning
There was love,
the countryside kind of loving
where we laid out in an old hammocks
under the shadow of the sycamores tree,
feeling that cool breeze...

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The steel gray ocean pounds the shore,
it strikes a somber, morbid chord,
I sit becalmed now, by the roar,
on the porch of weathered boards.

I reminisce on...

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Back in those early precocious days
I walked gingerly in the woods
Down in the south where I found out
Life’s beautiful, bad and good.

Out in the cypress...

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Blond girl on a wheelchair
Eleanor. Motor Neurone her destiny
Purple eyes looking up to the hill terrain
From the shade of her preferred tree

Immobile limbs, travelling dreams
Silent...

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The air is turning bitter cold,
the sky a darkened gray.
Trees are now devoid of leaves,
the wind's blown them away.

Soon the flakes of snow will fall,
landscape...

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Towering sycamores embraced, forming canopies over the streets.
Crime was unknown - (three part-time cops patrolled their beats.)
'Cept for teens in hot-rods who were bent on...

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Cresting the rise, a glare in his eyes.
Squinting as sharp shards of sun
reflect off the river.
His gloved hand instinctively shadows his face.

Dust in the wind,...

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The chestnuts are in full flower while the sycamores are humming with bees,
Meadow grass is knee deep and full of flowers the dog rose climbs...

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You must remember this, the way the young French waiter
pronounced her name, Sarah Vog-gan
singing "April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom,
This is a feeling, No one...

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Each night sheds its cloak
    morning sun rises
    touching the tree tops
    slow and steady easing...

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Pearley Kirkland

1901-1914

Riding double one day 

In musty Sycamore Canyon

With Dewey Hicks on “Belle,”

His old cranky mare,

We watched the stubborn ascension

Of the sultry sun,

Through the cloak...

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screwball comedy
Kirbys versus Sycamores-
Pulitzer Prize play






Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved. 
First published 2018 in Hollywood Haiku via wattpad.com...

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Outside my window 
 the lemon grass sways in the wind
 and the heart shaped leaves of the winding morning glory
 fold their hearts in...

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