Best Tending Poems

The Library of Trust and Hope
The Bank of Trust and Hope

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She was all but...

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Aromatic sweet fragrance permeates our air
In eminence of your fragile Jasmine flowers
As lovingly you engage slender ruby buds
Tending to green foliage in softest of whispers
In...

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A snowy owl sat on her nest
   while tending to her brood;
her mate flew out upon a quest 
   to gather...

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CHRISTMAS EVE

He lay abed
That most tranquil of nights
Aghast at moon and stars
Dad had painted for his delight

In one charmed corner
A spider was swinging
From his thready...

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The garden of love bids tending
                 so often it...

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'Neath nocturnal bloom
the essence of self
dwindles in a pillowed horizon
twilight dies a whisper -
your voice in my ear…

the pale goddess rises
mothering angel’s tears
tending till dawn...

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Between paper-soft 
worlds of fragile 
imaginations, 
I float upon those
gossamer tulips 
that split every 
second of saccharine 
musings and 
eclipsed confessions, 
distinguishing all
photoelectric synonyms
of lachrymose...

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I let up the shade
to watch the evening come in,  bringing bringing colors of umber and rust
The earth swallows dusk, which is fading to...

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[Just a little note to help maintain the peace on Soup.          
To cause no animosity among...

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You won't find a yard like this anymore. You'd think it would seem smaller now that I'm an adult, but it doesn't. It's still enormous,...

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So far I've done everything I could possibly do this year.
I've given thorough thought to cleaning up my act.
These early-day hours have been rough-house
The storm...

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Ladder's up to climb the moon

     Dusk is drawing bits too soon

         ...

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Constance, my friend, like you, "I am a dreamer,"
treading on "the pathless path" of fate
tending to the "scars on my soul."

"Memories" have you "looking inward,"
writing...

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Lighthouse keeper vacancy announced
Envelope delivered; contents read aloud
A smile turned into laughter, then into a shout
Parents and Son hugged before he set off.

Applicants sitting quietly,...

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They called her the Fire Woman
for wherever there was fire
she was there

In the Fall
when all
the brush needed clearing
in Spring
when everything
else needed to be burned
she showed...

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