Best Watering Can Poems

taciturn springs rising
from within the quarry 
of deep earth's wisdom
urging lyrical waters to transpose
while held like singing seas of living reveries
of history and infinity
misting to...

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Robins sing joyfully to the morning sun,

hidden behind the pale white summer flowers,

up in that old basswood tree out back

Splish splash splish 

 sounds of...

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"We can't ever fathom, 
     when the ceasing flicker of hope 
         ...

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If I could no longer write poetry, I'd have no need of hands, 
nor eyes weary from weeping, a heart that lies broken, 
and a...

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(Lights dim, single spotlight illuminates the speaker, dressed in simple attire. Voice starts trembling, building in intensity)

Can forgiveness mend
a childhood, mine 
fractured in the dark?...

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You promised to take care of me like a new cherished bride
I cling to it, waiting until at the point of suicide
now your expectations and...

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The great Serengeti's broad 
face lies in the African sun, 
dry, weathered, cracked, 
thirsty for the season.s tears

Storm clouds gather on her 
brow like an...

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Heavenly Meat Pies

Nostalgic memories -
An awesome aroma
And an unforgettable flavor of
Freshly-baked, hot-out-of-the-oven,
Magnificent, “melt-in-your-mouth,”
Homemade mini meat pies.

Flaky, golden brown pastry crusts,
Filled with lots of love and...

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She is learning young
Pure genteel pleasures of a garden
Amid the fragrant roses and towering lupines
Sweet feminine echo of her beautiful mother
She holds up her watering...

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Travels make the mind wise
Wise enough to know
Everywhere you go is change
That comes either fast or slow
The Sun can be an enemy
Or the sun can...

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Back home, I ponder long on life.
Death is so final, no return.

I sit alone on my sheltered cosy porch,
And think of spring forget-me-nots,
Of roses dark...

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Happiness is scattering herbs of kindness,
   watering weathered willows in the wilderness.

Happiness is following lavender streaks of twilight~
  gliding across cerulean skies,...

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He writes to me in curly cues painting 
fractals on pressed paper made of rice.
Shreds of simple stalks are beaten to 
bare the smoothness of...

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Let me tell you a story from the old wild-west;
Of a terrible lawman with a star on his vest.
His title was “Ranger”; not bound to...

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