Long Alder Poems

MY adventure began no less than upon this chilling night when homes of many lower their shades and kill the light. 

As sullen souls lay down for bed and fall into their dreams some common...

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The new roves are not like the old,
They purvey an unwieldy aspect
To their elderly kindred folk;
Even on this steep hill forms encroach
Upon an edifice grand of bygone grandeur;

 So to ‘Ghurt Muire’ that Jacobean domain
With...

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Alaska The Rarest Gem


                     Salmon imitates plunging dolphin movement
      ...

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(A Christmas Collage) 

The sun has set and night is stealing
Softly o'er the silent land,
While snowflakes slowly down are falling,
Shaken from an unseen hand.

To the top of Thorburne Tower
Light from windows streams around;
The glow of...

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There are no months as beautiful as early summer months wild flowers make the headlines,
Leaning heavy on my old worn hazel wood stick walking to a wooded meadow out of breath,
Clusters of Primrose and large...

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I can hardly wait reading welter of books...
courtesy Karen Windle a gift horse
ponied up late afternoon May18th, 2020
over roan nay bore lee volition. 

Unbeknownst how she raised (cane),
and loudly wrapped outside the door
every ounce of...

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MY adventure began no less than upon this chilling night
when homes of many lower their shades and kill the light
As sullen souls lay down for bed and fall into their dreams
some common sense was telling...

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The parched sycamore leaf
Walked across the patio
Past the portal of my dwelling

The alder slab was immobilized
By a decorative door stopper
Arranged to let the warm
November day work its way in

I snapped out of the life I...

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A frosty whitewash, whirling winter snow
smoothly shrouds a secret silent slumber.
Skies all awake, flying mosaics of row
music chirps cavort the sunset amber.
Gelid air turfs, chilled in birds of wonder
gliding through miles, unknown lands asunder.

Crackling wings...

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For all the night she trod the furrowed earth
As she has walked all winter in her wake
In seeking for the child she brought to birth
The maiden bride whom Hades chose to take


The gibbous moon is...

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Never make deals with devils or run from them                          ...

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Ism's

In theory are all well and good

Until when it comes to

Being asked

To provide a modicum of
proof or shinning example
to follow

Then an ism independently
viewed and broken down

Becomes and appears in
a different light

Like a smokes filled room
filled...

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Yosemite’s Ephemeral Autumn Falls

Bald giants of swift water smoothed pale granite
Mark deep clefts for tumbling summer snowmelt
Rush released from frozen streams once frostbit
Silver swells - Ribbon Falls in pure ice melt -
Ephemeral streams slowed beneath...

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Why that no good little birch
I think I alder leaf her
My aspens in the dirt
Don’t you know I’m not that poplar
I damn near choked on a little oak
And though I tried I am not maple...

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Written for the Avebury Gorsedd, and the Equinox, Spring 2017

Can you feel her in the blood
The turning tides, the shifting of the skies
Or hear her on the wind, or in the cries
Of gulls that wheel...

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I dispatched my poem, a suave projectile on a precise trajectory,
Through the vast azure, through the unwritten infinity unfolding its mysteries,
Do not dare to await me, for my path is a float in the boundless,
You...

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" I wandered lonely as a cloud "
                    ~William Wordsworth ~

Shook away by solemn persuasive wind,
I...

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My grandad was there when I was little;
My grandad would always make me giggle;
Telling jokes, stories and tales, my grandads love has never failed.

In Alder Street or at the flat, my grandads love, it was...

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A gentile man of vivid dreams oft apt to walk at night
Followed where his feet would lead under the pale moon light
When chance he did into a grove of oak and alder trees
He spied a...

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He ran the palm of his hand across the canvas,
Felt its soft, smooth surface, excellent fabric.
It was well primed with gesso, and he was sure
The end result would be an immortal masterpiece
   ...

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"The Lacemaker’s Muse"



There in my heart
the Lacemaker spins a web
The Muse trapped 
in Halls of Mirrors
turning heads
Tired Bees Buzzing
Honey for Loving 
Time for sleep
Time for bed

Who is a muse?
Amuse a muse

She is in me
She is...

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Drought		8.30.15

Their sighs were barely audible
as the trees began to absorb each drop.
With palpable relief
the red bud, river birch, alder, dogwood,
pine and fir trees stopped shedding 
and began to perk up.

The longed-for showers had arrived,
the first...

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down along 42nd and cypress street
 the allegorical prostitutes say their not street
 hookers but just a symbol of sex.

  just like the walking sign post 
  stop, merge left, bump, 
 narrow...

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Shall I compose for you a warm summer’s night?
One filled with crickets and night birds softly calling.
Of shimmering Alder leaves in the pale moonlight
as night owls glide silently upon wings stalling
while twinkling stars shine so...

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fluffy, floating clouds dappling blue sky.
Wordsworth’s inspiration,  mine parks
my precious muse too, inspire my poetry.
to wander through my local park,
either in the day, or night time dark.
aromas fresh, assault me, all inspiring,
which one should...

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