Best Wondrous Poems

 From out my window, I could see the creek
Its ice, a satin ribbon on the snow
Our winter holiday was just one week
Each day with skates down to the creek we'd go

Upon the birch trees, cardinals would rest
Beneath them lay the prints of hungry deer
For...

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Wondrous poems are melodies
Emancipated from live trees
Freed at last from trunk and limb
Freed at last to sing their hymn
Transplanted in the hearts they've torn
Transplanted by the poets they've borne
Echo in our hearts as rhyme
Echo through the sands of time
Written down with pen and ink
That all,
...

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Dewdrops cling onto blades of grass;
like sparkling drops of liquid glass.
And in the morn when songbirds sing;
onto blades of grass, dewdrops cling.

With wondrous wings, butterflies fly;
like paintings afloat in the sky.
One of nature's prettiest things;
butterflies fly with wondrous wings.

Crickets stridulate for females;
till their constant chirping...

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With his first touch our galaxy became an orchestra,
I quivered as waves of ecstasy took possession of me,
I felt I was no more in control of what was to be,
I heard voices of celestial beings,
Galactic sounds turned the heavens into an opera,
Angels misty, joyful tears...

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Thy Wondrous Life Was As A Butterfly's Brief Stay,
Poets Tribute Series, third poet,  John Keats 

Poet, where flows tears for thy premature demise
tragic death of thy soft heart, body, gifted soul
majestic verses from a poet truly wise
poems of deep splendor, thy words did so...

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As daylight breaks and wildlife wakes
a morning mist forms o’er the lakes;
with constant drive sun’s rays arrive, 
and all of nature comes alive.

As morn unfolds, sun’s beams behold,
and bathe the hills in shades of gold.
The birds in trees, whose songs appease,
will revel in the morning...

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There’s an ancient
thing of wisdom
in a cavern
in the sea;
deep down in murky waters
lying, sleeping peacefully.

At times it will awaken
take a travel-contemplation
or perhaps a short vacation
to collect new wisdom-seeds.

Sometimes it peeks
out from beneath
those liquid silvery waves;
then it dives and waters quiver;
just like diamonds on a river.
Then...

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It would be a wondrous thing
If I chanced to see
Unicorns of ocean deep
Swimming nearby me.

Each one with a  spiraled tusk
Jutting from its jaw,
Swimming round about me; oh,
I would be in awe!

Clicking, squealing, whistling,
Swimming in their pod.
If I tried to join their group,
Would that seem...

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Wondrous frangipani...
      You mesmerize me so.
        Like a fan, I twirl you
      Between my fingertips;
    Striking yellow-white hue!

       ...

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She walks away.

Girlish and glorious
laughter
floats
through air
like a kite on a string
that pulls
tautly slipping through tightened fingers,
burning a little,
and slicing through 
if ever left unattended,

so preciously tensioned
against the cold
benumbing
wind. 

Tears begin to flow
but I do not know . . .
my heart?
or the wind?
If my heart, then...

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A wondrous arc, I beheld

Perfection in its form,

From what hand, or artists brush

Was such beauty born.

The teachers tell us what it is,

Just raindrops and refraction.

But my romantic heart,

Sees heavenly interaction.








Entry for
Rainbows Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish
24/10/18. Placed 9th....

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It was shiny and bright sitting under the tree.
There were other things there, but that's all I could see:
a Lionel toy train on a circular track!
The caboose was maroon and the engine was black.

And to top it all off on this fine Christmas day,
was an...

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Wondrous winter
Chills the nose,
Warms the heart
and swirls the snow. 

Children play.
Angels are made.
Lovers are laughing
And flakes are laid.

Cocoa and Candy,
A sign of night.
Till tomorrow, when again
All is bright....

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Pathetic poems are parodies
Chopped and severed from mad trees
Which escape from limb and trunk
Then appear in books as junk
Transplanted in the minds they've fried
Transplanted till their poets have died
Echo in "ruinic" rhyme
That degrade through passing time
Written down as so much clutter
They find their way into...

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A GLORIOUS WORK

A glorious work shall be done
Thru my blessed Lord.
A wondrous work within my soul,
A work beyond reward.

Not I shall do this work, I know.
‘Tis in His power alone.
Yet, when I give myself to Him
Through me His love is shown.

Oh, do this glorious work...

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