Best Vale Poems

She walks along an avenue
some call the Vale of Tears.

Her agonies and sorrows brew
in eyes that vail her tears.

She whiles alone, her gaze unmet,
behind a veil of tears.

But can she flee from sadness, yet
with no avail of tears?

In time, the Rue of No Regrets
will countervail...

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Mist evolves down the hillside into the vale
Where the farmhouses sit all put together
There’s no sense of wind here, there’s no bit of gale
Just one leery breeze that blends with the other
 
The houses confine themselves within the shade
And warmth flows there inside the chimneys...

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There is a white horse on the vale,
  where it oft go and play,
  and eat heaven honey a plenty 
  through its sleepless hallowed gate;
  the ponies watch and prance
  and dance, and never wander afar,
  for they...

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Lush vales wedged between rolling foot hills
rugged mountain streams course through ancient vales;
water rapids breach rocks down on the dells,
vagrant pools wander out through worn edges.

Vivid odors punctuate water veins,
ripe with fertile grass, fruit and berry bogs.
Pristine secluded swamps, log aquilines
echoing native sounds, murmuring frogs.

Katydids...

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I believed that I was rural … that I lived in country style,
where the city was close handy … that big distance was a mile.
Trains and buses ferried daily; a freeway ran close by …
comforts of the modern world easily reached with hand or eye.

All...

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World scene..'

Dinosaur snuffs noisey,

crash!  eternal silence.



Copyright Joe Maverick 2010







(breaking news) Dinosaur writes , for SKATS contest.
back to extinction...i mean retirement for now..!...

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Souls in fear of uncertain but rampant chaos, 
Where the cities bombed and thousands slayed, 
Houses broken and the valuable coffers emptied, 
Innocents trafficked and the felony at rise, 
Commoners conned and the power misused- 
The Almighty! Where is the peace you promised? 
For love...

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Meadow of Evermore Rise,
Verdant greens of envy neath the skies,
Emerald breathes swirl wayward bound,
The scene repeats the olivine surround,
Spray of jade gladiolas emerges for eyes.

The cool rocky fence tinged moss lies,
Gathered sage on display, tossed flies,
Observed fronds of ferns, all around,
Meadow of Evermore Rise,

The mints...

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You were born in Clermont, Queensland on December, twenty-four, 
Away back circa eighteen sevn'ty-two. 
Edward Jones now had a fifth child, whom his dear wife Anna bore, 
Their second son and both were proud of you. 
 
They'd migrated out from Ireland back in eighteen...

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(A True Story)

She was only seven, this little petite Asian girl
took a trip to Canning Vale,
on a shopping spree, as a surprise.
But this day there, lingered evil
working at the local grocery store,
saw the little girl, grab her unbelievable in a crowd
to the public convenience fled.
Her...

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A Farmhouse Vale

Mist evolves down the hillside into the vale

Where the farmhouses sit all put together

There’s no sense of wind here, there’s no bit of gale

Just one leery breeze that blends with the other

 

The houses confine themselves within the shade

And warmth flows there inside...

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devious mystery
cosmic energy
cosmic cosmetology and symmetry
indeed ended entering
the entrance of anything
the sinner the Sabbath
the habit death to sympathy
the clothing on finishing
its tragic and squeamish
my quickest admonishing
to thickets of honor
are closed disposed
and tailor made to be tarnished
so I spit at his targets
that are livid in misery
if...

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Dry vale of tears  ...  color blind soil,
where poor and rich labor and toil
Souls bound by mortality’s yoke,
plans buried by a shovel stroke
Time was the fallow reaper foil

Womb roots wither, the dire worms spoil
Dry bones be pauper and royal
Fretting skies do mournfully soak
dry...

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clouds shuffle through blue
green fields, woods filled of wildlife
ripples mirrored pond

6/24/2018...

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Arno Vale
Bristol’s Necropolis
City of the Dead
Where the dead and living
In the daytime co-exist.

The path leads full circle
Around the tomb stones, chapels and trees
Tombstone white and bright in the sun
The trees decorated, woollen colours

Booted families trudge through the trees
Others visit the café and the gift shop
All...

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