Beauty House Poems

In the garden's quiet corner,
Amidst the gentle rustle of leaves,
House wrens diligently weave their nests,
A labor of love in the springtime air.

Each twig and blade...

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Clouds of grey hues,
Swim across the air above. 
A dove is flying high,
Racing to reach his nest below. 

You can feel the rain, 
Drizzling droplets...

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Baby GG is in the house
Born in beautiful month of March
Between winter and spring
No snow was on the dry grass
Gorgeous buds were emerging
And a new...

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"If there is a place where peace and stillness prevail, to it people like to retreat when beset with the perils of life. It can...

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Beneath the deep silence of reason hides a breathless house,
The remains of oblivion, where dreams die like shadows at evening.
My soul weaves its infinity with...

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My eyes seek refuge 
An escape from the ugliness  
Towards the lulu that you are
An embodiment of beauty
Where empty hearts 
Fill to the brim
A...

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Beauty in the eye of the beholder
Rare trees and abandoned homes
Where doors are full of bullet holes
And the wicked sun tries to dye the paint
On...

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The Empty House

My first recollections of our life here
Will always be the tropical landscape, 
The endless rows of swaying palm trees, 
The miles of impressionist...

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I sit …

unusually still
car parked in the driveway 
engine off
home again, jiggity-jog
but I don’t reach for a handle
I soak a moment
in silent twilight, breathing
old leaves...

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Sukkot's a holiday seven days long
    supplies to buy, a home to build
  No one's inside in our neighborhood

  The...

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Who was she ...
The one who walks
drifting out and in?
A haunting beauty, 
pale, porcelain - like.
As solemn as the
ever silent night. 

Partaking of
this twilight, cloudless.
It's...

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On the walls, in verse and psalm
Quiet words reveal the long ago hearts
Those who loved and those who yearned,
Fears and thoughts burning into the wood,
Tears...

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The building of God's holy spirit to dwell
Is not found by the works of mans hand
As the tower of Babel when confusion
Was handed over to...

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When shall we go
I ask my friend
The question of the hour
Tomorrow we might go
It isn’t supposed to rain
Perhaps next week instead
Oh but then we say...

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In a mass of blooms
sits a summer house all gold
on a sandy beach
Momentous waves each moment
of drama filled beauty days

Near the coral lane
adjoining bright reds...

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