Best Tufts Poems

 
the solitude
the silence
silence of a bee in the forest
silence of the leaves
leaves on majestic trees
leaves my soul quivering 
quivering treasures
quivering happiness and joy 
joy...

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"Life is fragile and temporary. The faces of today quickly become the faces of the past. Sorrow, pain, and anger... it all fades, except love....

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The thing with giving is Expectation...
The treasure of giving is the giving itself without expecting anything in return.
A loan creates dependency,  inequality.

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I
bend over 
and...

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The balmy breeze wafted over the prairie,
Where yellow cowslips huddled in patches.
And here and there I heard a whisper echoing:
Love her, love her, love her.

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Springtime rain brings fresh array 
of flowers east to west.
The Rockies’ red and purple tufts
of mountain pride are best. 
And mats of foliage named moss...

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I keep a box of memories
it’s safely tucked away
but now and then and then again 
I bring it out to play

a marble here a matchbook...

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"Life is fragile and temporary. The faces of today quickly 
become the faces of the past. Sorrow, pain, and anger... 
it all fades, except love....

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"There are those to whom place is unimportant,
But this place, where sea and fresh water meet,
Is important ---"
From "The Rose", by Theodore Roethke

Chilly late October;
thin...

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Ajuga, will be a must, a blue beauty that blows in the wind.
Bellflowers, charming and faithful and lovely, of course I must have
Candy Tufts from...

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"50 Words for Poe: Witch"




She liked driving fast
The number plate in the dust
Read DOT.OZ.LimaLimaBrava 
Their destination was Wichita

Foot to the Floor 
Off Route 66 Silver...

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A requiem can faintly be heard 
     in the springtime breeze
as dandelion's morph from gold 
     blossoms...

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This is a poem I wrote last year for my grand children....one loves bird...future ornithologist, maybe?

Owls belong to one of two different families or classes,
Even...

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Down in the meadow, bees are buzzing away
cows laze about, after feeding all day
Wildflowers attract butterflies, in pastel arrays
lapping up nectar, in the warm sunny...

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"the willows dip
Their pendent boughs, stooping as if to drink." William Cowper

To a Weeping Willow

The graceful, sweeping green
I remember seeing it,
my first weeping willow
 graceful...

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The August fields all fallow now.
The sweet grasses lay long a bed.
The posies taken the pastours’ bowe.
Brash breezes brush Queen Ann’s fair head.
Black butterflies crest...

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