Easter Environment Poems

The sun is shining in the east with petals opening bright, spreading its fragrance into the light and an epiphany of hope resting on the...

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You have travelled a very long way, looking for some where to stay all the streets are crowded and the buildings are filled; there is...

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Remember when grandma would boil the eggs?
There were no fancy color kits to buy.

She used crushed berries for the royals, purple and blue,
tea or coffee...

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In dreams
i am always lurched by soothing zephyrs
      across the lovely streets of Medina
  
   Searching thy...

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A Lady On my Nightstand and IN MY BED-
On this Easter evening horizontal I laid;
Upon my bed, semi-awaken;
I saw a reddish, orange, black-a-dotted, Lady;
Next thing...

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Brilliant, grandiloquent, magnificent, trenchant...
albeit modest word zealot

Writing prompts burst asunder
snap, crackle, and sweet Mary poppin
within me scrambled noggin
witnessing yours truly to blunder
blindly along this dark...

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Thick smoke sick rising 
into the stormy iron-gray sky 
industrial gears and pistons
grinding eternity…

Lightning lances arcane 
weathervanes over 
a filthy antiquated metropolis!

Wondering!

a wandering of souls...

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Exotic elephants excitedly 
Enclose Eastern entertainers 
Entering exclusive environment; 
Expeditiously excluding entry 
Every evening except Easter, 
Exceptionally expedient exposure 
Ensures elephant’s environs.

March 23, 2021...

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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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Rooster ~
     Pecks the dust, raising 
   Particles, pebbles
 Earth.

       Hen ~
 ...

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Summer evening   
The day is gone
Darkness is moving in
My day
Correcting poem
Writing new ones is over
Time for TV.
I have read the news
Not uplifting
Seeing Trump
The...

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Creature by creature even leaf by leaf
the diverse world we knew is being stripped;
stripped by wind, by fire, by acid beneath,
dissolved in the seas. Polar...

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Now, that the sun is shining;
I can hear my heart denying;
Longing for the love
Longing for the girl, marigold I am told
That
The Goldenrod and Easter Lilly;
They...

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Haven’t you had enough blood from the beginning of time?
Haven’t you taken enough lives before they should have died?
All around I can hear their cry...

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Pain resonates in the mud. Unbalances
you, sticks you in centuries one can only
imagine. Toppled spheres atop
consecrated pews littered with charred
Easter missalettes. Doesn’t count as
abstract art,...

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