Imagination Daffodils Poems

Pretty as what people does say
  they didn’t know what I’ve been through
To gain my most self there I found you,
the passion of your...

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Thou airy ship, thou whitish mist! 
Thou float on ocean and the dale
Thou art a painting by my Lord! 
A painting which is not for...

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Nobody can discover anything
that's hidden in the quite woods
of the bewildering wilderness...
if adventure and curiosity limit
our perception to fully explore it;
and it can't make us...

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I love pink rose flowers                                          ...

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The rolling humpback hills. 

Fade off into the horizon.

Giving the illusions of vast herds of buffalos. 

Roaming and grazing peacefully across the sun lite plains,...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Do you think if I went out back and stood,
Where the clean green lawn meets the wood
And whispered softly in the night air
I’m not afraid...

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Daffodils, nanny goats, rainbow unicorns, and roses
In a poem prancing around, laughing at my poses.

Marigolds, diamonds, starlight here and forever
Words jumping in and out, being...

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The garden, it is fast asleep,
Or so it would appear—
I wonder what the Roses dream,
Of dewdrops cool, and clear?

So peacefully they are folded
For their midnight...

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DOUBTING KEVIN

Should I not lift a brush because Michelangelo art still exists
Climb a mountain because the memory of Sir Hillary persists 

Never give relief because,...

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Daisies


I wandered 
Barefoot 
On a bed of daffodils 
Wore rosy shades
And planted daisies 


I fell in mud
And tore my dress
I tasted dirt and blood




Marckincia Jean...

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Yellow Daffodils, I weep for
You die away so fast so cruelly
Dead only green withered stalks on display
The sun rises early with dew on grass so...

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The night air with owls cry invitation of canopies of writers to write the 
Days using the night pen jolting candle to the candidates aspiring...

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I walked along a woodland trail
Alone in grey reflective mood
Thinking about my life’s sad tale.

When joyous gold adorned the land 
With fresh daffodils fast dying.
Their...

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My words have eluded, 
they are upset, I didn't write for awhile,
My mind is filled with new thoughts
but without words, I can't reflect them. 
Words...

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