Best Wreathes Poems

THEY graze in beauty on the land
     of grassy glades and dewy dales,
and all that's best of tamed and tanned
 ...

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Upon the ground

(To be sung to the tune of “As Time Goes By” from the movie “Casablanca”) 

In this October mist
I know you must insist
The...

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Lady Autumn lies - discarded now.
Left alone - her stick- like bones
are lying under trees where they have blown. 
Fiery colors of her verdant dresses...

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How crisp is the chill of Autumn's wind
that brings a blush of rouge to my cheeks.
It blows through branches dressed in leaves
of chromatic colors, crimson,...

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Blue diaphane, tobacco smoke
 Serpentine on wet film and wood glaze,
 Mutes chrome, wreathes velvet drapes, 
Dims the cave of mirrors. 
Ghost fingers
 Comb seaweed...

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I never did see a more beautiful expression
As if all four seasons had exploded
Imploded, eroded all the somber
A wonder so delicate...an art she exposed
Utterly unopposed...

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POETRY POUR

Tangled and tailored mind mines
  yielding schemes of lyrics chants.
Epic cadence aide memoires
    as fragments inked to stelaes
  beginning...

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Icicles hang like translucent,
Inverted tapers from house eaves.
Seventy-two winters are spent
but now another winter freeze
wreathes my study window with ice.
How many winters have I left?
Three,...

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Swirling With Rain


Misty vapor fog line the lane
Pockets of rain poke throw the clouds
Dew collect on tree and grass

Downpours tap tap tap onto rooftops
Drizzles of...

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One hung stocking overflows
with a child’s treasury of
brightly colored gumdrops and
hard, sweet-filled candies.

Sugar cookies peek out from
the top of my treat-filled sock:
angels, stars, wreathes and...

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Surrounded now by wreathes and satin sheets
awash in tears like crystal coursing down
your ivory visage stirs thoughts of Keats,
the onyx black of ringlets 'bout your...

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Who am I?

A bleary image through

rain streaked windows,

a wish devoid of substance –

lost on dandelion breezes –

a sigh in the ears of the deaf.

I crack...

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his final journey
in a huge black limousine
death comes to us all

the funeral cost
he won’t have to pay the bill ...
grieving relatives!!!!!!

I know the florists
make a...

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See how Christmas fete on earth
Indians will walk to the mass
Enjoy curries and sweets enmass


Australians hang wreaths girthed
Here Santa gives rest to reindeer
Changes dress for...

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My nose is getting red like Santa’s perhaps I’ll grow a beard
Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year
I’ve hidden all the...

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