Best Windowsills Poems

Feverish cleptic safe
Slipped in kept sacred place
Found you near bamboo shoots
Horizon of our youths
Drag this thunder out of me 
Wonder
I don't want to be beam...

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I'm sensing something familiar as a lost memory
coming back and revealing itself in realistic form;
glancing at the rose-covered gate without a worm,
it looks different, somewhat...

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golden beams of dawn
are glinting amber prairies--
smiles of daffodils

enchanting day break
are red, white, purple tulips--
pride of early spring

waltzing lilac winds
charm violet hyacinth--
gems on windowsills

June 4,...

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Tulips fronting daffodils
  Azaleas in pots on windowsills

Rows of rainbow chrysanthemums
  Mingle with orange geraniums

Bright pink peonies ready to pop
  A bird...

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When I was just a  little girl, we lived by railroad tracks;
we loved the steamy, smoky stacks, the wheels clickety clack.
On many days we...

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many daffodils
beautiful on windowsills
narcissus appeals

one yellow divine
single or double refine
purist flower mine

dainty and sublime
standing hours at a time
waving in their prime

*For Carol Browns "What's The...

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The neighborhood has been going, to every variety of dogs.
But I simply can’t believe it… We now have Gutter Frogs!
They climb upon my windowsills, and...

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Ever have one of those days
where you just have to get away
from the daily work grind...
where you can just kick back, 
relax a little,
and finally...

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I say; Happy Birthday, to you today.
To someone special, in a loving way.
I dedicate this song to you.
And give my thanks, for all the time...

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Two Aloha-shirted Hawaiians 
of generous girth were strumming 
their ukuleles 
on a small stage in front of the hotel’s poolside bar
in the late afternoon, 
rehearsing...

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Well I could write endlessly about Frankie my cute English bulldog,
But when it comes to being a good watchdog, she’s closer to a log.
I do...

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I learned from my grandmother
To dry roses in windows
Hung, upside down, from a string-
Maybe because that way
All the red would flow to their head
Like when...

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Finding Presence

Night sky beckoning dawn
Gentle sensations 
Early morning walks
Empty avenues
Central Park breezes
Village cobblestone streets 
Wet with glistening reflections
Accompany the seeker’s every move

Citified whispers
Discordant choruses
The street...

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Gods of glowing neon and gaudy screens
smile upon charming, charming patterns of heads.
All colors of hair, lit red, then green, then blue,
guided along invisible paths,...

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We live by time
And not the eternity that is its envelope.
We live in space
And not the infinity that gives the universe its scope.
We live by...

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