Best While Away The Hours Poems

There is a place where the land bows down to kiss the misty tide,
Where rolling waves bring memories of the place my heart resides.
There among...

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A month of gentle loving May,
With fields awake with flowers;
On a woodland path we play,
In a moonlit dream’s sweet hours;
With a hope that had no...

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This year more than ever
I long to surpass myself
The clock is ticking
No longer can I recklessly 
Take the gift of time for granted

I dream this...

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Spring holds a special place within my heart;
She's in full bloom there,
dispelling despair.
I'm anxiously waiting for Spring to start;
I miss Her so much;
I crave her...

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Would I be a desert flower
    To beguile your wandering eye
Where you hesitate a moment
    To peruse a flower...

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Dandelions…
They flutter, now I see
Fiery lions…
They're dancing with me
Sunlight…
Come out and shine down 
Moonlight…
Shun out my darkened frown

I am the infinitesimal stars in the tranquil,...

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Grandad The Superhero

My grandad was a superhero,
You would not think it true,
For now he’s old and very slow,
And he only wears one shoe.

He used to...

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When velvet night is soaked in dew
along  bright rims of starlit thread,
prayers chime a tune in revue
away from hours of black and dread.

Along bright...

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A signal to arise.
I saw it in your eyes.
Reveille.

In good company
Aroused in your bed
Reveling with you
Reveille.

A celebration of the bugle
Your eyes of blue
So close to...

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I have so many little quirks that I don’t know where to start
Please try not to judge me as I bare my fragile heart
First there...

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Zephyrs

     ‘I cannot tell you how it was
      But this I know it came to pass.’
...

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I’ve been so many places; traveled down some roads --
Mixed with a thousand faces where the Ganges overflowed.
I've crossed majestic mountains; walked some valleys too...

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I feel the tiredness of my years, those quiet times when breath appears
in melting mosaic imagery, upon the mirrors of a sea
that only calls so...

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In the pale sunshine of a springtime morn,
As fresh as the dawn before it was born,
Such creamy clouds, grace a deep blue sky,
After the midnight...

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"The forest is a sanctuary where you can grow to be you," ... by the Poet.

The passing of a torch, when Spring was announced, 
was...

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