Brushwood Poems - Poems about Brushwood

...My green autumn, you goaded me to write. I love the way you sparkle, shake, and hurl. Conquering my mind day and by the night, Always musing about the shorn kiss curl. Let me approa......

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...Sunset sky was like a fiery red flame Swarms in artfulness swirls and whorls and drawn Glorious heavenly feelings breeze came Narrow wake trailing off with morning dawn. Swarms in artfulness s......

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...Out of summer dawn breaks the hungry song, of wide-mouthed swallows; mothers soar along. Fly with hapless moths in tow, swift make haste to brushwood nests, which stretch so wide, so long. Near......

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...I see the evergreen live oaks in my backyard as old wise souls Cosmic storehouses of wisdom, integrity and strength from the source They stand tall soaring up high with their expansive curved bru......

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...As a youngster he had dreamt of moving to a potato farm in Ireland To escape from the brown rot of German post-world war II contamination Just another plot on the map to sufficient existence an......

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...embellishing draft-- a stirring purple brushwood old chestnut falls back 10.31.16......

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...> What can I say that is good. About jumping horses over high brush wood. Wish I could think of something nice. Sorry can't if I had all night. Horses were transport in days of old. Many pe......

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... Smoke Swirling, opaque puffs Aimlessly adrift, Float the predawn zephyrs. Unsettled, this brushwood vagabond, Looking slightly disoriented As it seeks it's place to belong, Or is exp......

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...I must build a shelter, to fight off the cold. A rugged fortress lest poachers return – My bloody blazer, now, filthy fivefold! I am shivering cold; fire won’t burn. I stealthily creep......

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...Some Tales of the Wildwoods Oke Iroegbu Once upon a Time It was winter And a night of bitter cold The snow lay thick upon the ground And upon the branches of the trees Two Woodcutters made t......

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...Touch would a finger to the elegant and smooth cheek That shines from tears as apple leaves after rain You weep with happiness, me and yourself do not sparing, All trying to understand the mystery of......

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...October’s Pretence. Rain, nature is greening, but it’s a false spring; December will pale the land into submission. Do not write poetry till February, when almond trees blossom and strew petals......

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...October’s Pretence. Rain, nature is greening, but it’s a false spring; December will pale the land into submission. Do not write poetry till February, when almond trees blossom and strew petals......

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...For a record, A best friend covers your past from floating to the present life! Though we also have, Next-door friends! Worldview friends! Cross-culture friends! Financial friends! Devotion fr......

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...Below cool cotton rippled sky pale Barren limbs hang so helpless in the mild gale Sunlight dances before it sleeps Early winter’s calling for all to keep Afternoon’s beams strike the trees ......

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