Spring Deep Poems

Lemon tinted phase
gilded skyline blown
by ethereal fused mist 
eager bard imbued 
opal dream flotilla  
beyond tarnish while
flash point chariots 
of gleam-well canvass
astir or astern...

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Waiting

With two cups of tea in front of me,
I think she will come really soon.

The shadow of waiting fatigue in the eyes,
she will come and...

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An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars,
is how a  tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds ,
scuppered signpost to a fetid  human  compost,
faint light...

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Clouds bursting on clouds from the uncured rain,
Where stemmed wicks snuff out flower smoke,
Fissures that droop so much deeper—
The air full of seed will burn...

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A rose hasn't a heart without its core. 
A house is dark without windows.
A tree grows leaves again after they died.
A meadow has green grass,...

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Crystal eyes gleam
at the prospect of
scintillating sapphire blush
gliding films of
wonder dilate bliss
driven lilac haze
spasmodic orbital earth
spinning obtuse lumen
tangents of night mist
droplets whilst baton
passing relay to...

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When Nature is in Harmony you can feel the balance in your body. When nature is in harmony the universe is happy. The equilibrium is...

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When songs of joy are sung, deep and full-throated,
     Gay lines of cheer blissfully oft' may spring;
but songs sung happily hide...

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upon meditation when outside
suggested happenings it knew I 
would not like, sun-filled spring
afternoons piled up like books
stacked upon books, teetering,
then after attempts, the room 
went...

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Spring,
his time
for leafy
prayers from Winter's
share of heaven's rinse
on Earth— his maiden ice
jolted by the sun, his prance 
comes in dew drops and seed drops, a...

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Your love is like the flowers in the spring,
So elegant and captivating -
Your touch like the sun,
So majestic and warm 
With you,
I belong 
With you,...

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" Pardon me, 
if my soul has been p a i n t e d , 
with a lavender lake of solemnity, 
but, I'll ...

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When the morning jerks the strings
Of marionette puppets from their dreams
Into motion they will spring 
Set forth upon that same routine
Carried out upon the wings...

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Winter approaches, 
riding swiftly on northerly winds.
Leaves have begun to fall, 
tumbling upon Autumn breezes.
A chill fills the air, eager to settle in,
for seasonal changes...

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"Timeless trust,
   trapped in Selene's pendant,
                 ...

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