Nature Irony Poems

IN THE IRONY OF FORGIVENESS

The irony of forgiveness,
Is that human nature, doesn't
Demand that its cause
Be given forgetfulness;
Thus, giving anger opportunity
To revive its paining spirit
Of negative...

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From beneath a veil,
A shroud itself hidden,
Anonymity It's masquerade.
Tired secrets languish,
Benighted by nature,
Emerald, to pale green and white, from jade.
A sough in the head,
Of their...

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Incredible but true,
Believe it or not, 
But it happened.

Driving in a secondary road,
Feeling at peace with the world,
Admiring the tall bushes and trees,
I saw a...

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They wander, 
free range sheep,
Following a breeze,
a wafting scent
Clover…perhaps
More likely the innate call
To roam
In search of themselves.
Freedom,
a dubious destination
As jagged cliffs
O’erlook the crushing surf
Escape 
An...

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What sold was for millions as art so grand,
Was bought for a few cents at a fruit stand--
A fancy mall nor mart,
Nor place of art...

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      Bored with nature, I spurned the gay meadow
        Stepped on ladybugs, swatted...

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Duel 

A soldier sits, sleeps, breaths. 
She wonders why she fought. 
When people go about their day
without so little a thought. 

Why did I face...

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I'm a pro-cyclist, and I despise people with flab
So it hurts that my folks don't walk, they'd rather take a cab.
I describe my races at...

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two crows in a field
attempted murder I’m sure
for where is the third...

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Sea Glass From Mother Nature’s Jewel Box

She gives us…

Hummingbirds with wings aflutter, a symphony for cherry blossoms
Sunset, moonrise primordial orbs, magic looms
Shooting comets that grace...

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SUMMER BREEZE

A summer's breeze gently tells a lie
About how all nature is soft and kind
Yet underneath, where we don't see
There is no room for any...

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Epigrams V

Are mayflies missed by mountains? Do stars
applaud the glowworm’s stellar mimicry?
—Michael R. Burch



Teach me to love:
to fly beyond sterile Mars
to percolating Venus. 
—Michael R....

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Cracked moonlight caresses every carnation flower,
While my sight sees a salty sea seven miles away from here .
The moon burns to ashes as the old...

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Always I passed beside the bows
But never I personally taste its pain
Successfully once I entered its realm
Getting the hope of blissful  heaven .
Ah !...

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