Best Vine Poems

She denied him ...
her first true love, yet she would not speak him
the reason so absurdly trifling that
it was gone from her memory ... completely
still, she clung to it like a bible
not a thought given to
his name or care or visage
in many a year ...
death danced before her now
its countenance mocking her age and illnesses
husband...

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PARTY VINE

The Sweet Pea is a social climber,
behind your back, a wisenheimer.
In the night it wields its powers,
Sweet Peas strangle other flowers.

Sweet Peas think the rainbow's somber,
they use the Fall to upstage umber.
They twirl tulle skits in every tint,
cheat the rose and pungent mint.

The splendid buoyant burgeoning pod,
is full of seeds it dumps with a...

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Your death did steal my breath and heartbeat like a thief,
     
     I’m nothing but a dying tree without a leaf -
   
     barren branches bland reaching skyward in drab brown 

doomful gloom, I ache and pray winds to take me...

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When your ambition didn’t tally with mine, 
we had to learn to steer a common course. 
Our earlier dreams withered on the vine 

Our individual pasts were our source. 
In the interest of our joint future 
we had to learn to steer a common course. 

If at different rates we would mature, 
then allowances we...

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A Vine in Winter – 2-18-25
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A Vine in Winter

January wakes
Whispers with kisses of snow
In floating bits of crystals
Catching weak beams of sunlight
Glinting on Lovestones of the misty isles
Where dewdrops quiver
Beneath the wand of hoarfrosts.

Tendrils colored in evergreen,
Not beholden to time or seasons
Or hibernation’s demand, pulse.

Silent lianas,
Protector of the vernal resurrection,
With quilts of tender tendrils,
Weaves a...

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The house down the street is under wraps
With hazard suits milling in its flaps

The one with the garden most luscious
Now being trampled beneath all the ruckus

The lady with the green thumb it's suggested
Has been by her Venus Fly Trap ingested




17.10.17

Composed for Kevin Shaw's
"Daft and Surreal"...

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Thorns upon a wilted vine
hidden within my flower bed
Through and about they do twine
From my flesh, the color red

Hidden within my flower bed,
my emotions do languor
From my flesh, the color red
weeps, yet I feel no anger

My emotions do languor
Though the ancient Willow tree
weeps, yet I feel no anger
No flowers do I see

Though the ancient Willow...

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they slither down the long halls
coiling thoughts like vine-sharp calls
calm defies
walls lean in with breathing cracks
truth waits, but never walks back
you flicker—don’t ask why
their whispers rise like flood and tide
but roots hold beneath the lie
you break—and light slips quietly by...

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Jesus Is the Vine.
I am the branch, Jesus is the vine.
For I am his, and he is mine.

To remain in him,
I'll bear good fruit.
This is God's command so absolute.

God, the gardener, comes
to trim and to prune.
For he wants me to
blossom and to bloom.

Bearing good fruit is his upmost desire,
For every bad branch will
be thrown into...

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orange trumpets call
from the insatiable green –
fanfares of summer...

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This story I am about to unfold,
is a favorite about my Grandfather.
In which he starts out acting very bold,
yet ends, running up a painful lather.

Down the dirt road, where he lived, when young,
was a farmer growing watermelons.
Ripe, ready to eat, on the vines they hung.
From this patch, the farmer, did sell ‘em.

Being a boy with...

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When trouble haunts my every move
and tongues wag at me to disapprove
of all the things I've done or didn't do,
you are the one who sees me through.

You are like a vine growing on a wall,
the reason why I never crumble and fall,
the ally whose arms keep me standing
when tragedies in life are too demanding.

A smile...

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He loved fruit of the vine when out to dine

     It made his head whirl with feeling divine

          But he got behind the wheel

              Of his old automobile

 ...

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Am part of this great plant
the stem feeds me, holds me,
holds me up high to the sun
lets me have the best of being.
It gives me life, a life I have

Am a branch on this plant
i hold the fruit of this plant
my fruit is as good as I am
as sweet as I look and stand
the fruit...

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bittersweet vine
twist like pipe curls on a finger
blue birds sings

bird song arias
wake the sun-soaked cat napping
feathers fly

down laced twigs
incubate the Robin’s blue eggs
puss licks his whiskers

lofted sparrow hawk
warm basket of new born kittens
noon whistle...

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