Long Azalea Poems

The first soft snow: 
leaves of the awed jonquil 
bow low
—Matsuo Basho translation by Michael R. Burch

Come, investigate loneliness! 
a solitary leaf
clings to the Kiri tree
—Matsuo Basho translation by Michael R. Burch

The cheerful-chirping cricket
contends gray...

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Dusk-gliding swallow, 
please spare my small friends
flitting among the flowers! 
—Matsuo Basho translation by Michael R. Burch

A bee emerging
from deep within the peony's hairy recesses
flies off, sated
—Matsuo Basho translation by Michael R. Burch

That dying cricket,...

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Grasses wilt:
the braking locomotive
grinds to a halt
—Yamaguchi Seishi, translation by Michael R. Burch

Oh, fallen camellias,
if I were you,
I'd leap into the torrent!
—Takaha Shugyo, translation by Michael R. Burch

The first soft snow:
leaves of the awed jonquil
bow...

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Dream-worker 
delves deeply into my dream;

vibrations fondle anticipation
foreplay wakes wide-eyed 
swells of liquid libido quake the rendezvous edge -
a primordial being in his prime
a masculine ego quest for affaire d’amour;
her night-loving body 
c h a...

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I'm off on the beaten path
with Little Rosey in my grasp

There's palm fronds like a giant clock,
twenty hands instead of two
And there's the honeysuckle bush
that suddenly broke through
the gap in my neighbor's greenhouse

"Bonnie!" she insists
"Bonnie...

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I come from Valdosta, Georgia, the lovely peach state,
Where everyone uses a southern drawl to communicate.
Valdosta is known as the “Azalea City” for its gorgeous flowers.
In the spring this splendid sight has a captivating power.

I’m...

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Forgotten Wife 
WHY?
I’ve asked the question, 
A thousand times or more,
What more could I have done?
As I really didn’t understand
What changed?
What had changed this man? 
That man I first married.

Ever a handsome fella 
Dressed in...

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Forgotten Wife -

WHY?
I’ve asked the question, 
A thousand times or more,
What more could I have done?
As I really didn’t understand
What changed?
What had changed this man? 
That man I first married.

Ever a handsome fella 
Dressed in...

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What Is Really Beauty?

Date: Sun, Dec 27 2015 at 12:26 AM



I don't you really know what is Beauty
It's not Make up your Body or Jewelry
No need for Insecurities
No matter the thoughts of those that Oppose...

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Pt. 2
 with her a tray of stack flapjacks, crisp bacon, and a foam cup filled to the rim with apple juice.  I remember that she came once before, and I was glad to...

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I listened as Ms. Azalea Lee spoke to me 
This is what she had to say…
I sat with the door opened catching the noon day breeze
As a package was delivered by the postman 
That stood...

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Amassed in flamboyant Azalea blooms when my garden is free of the cold.
Bird of Paradise, dressed in purple and orange,  wear their colors so bold.
Crocus bloom when the mounds of snow finally melt and...

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“A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in–what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.”
          ...

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Spring Flowers 


Another day she floated by so silently and poetically so graciously
Brightened each day quite magnificently as she held blossoming Begonia's
Captivated and enthralled by what nature smelled like sweet carnations
Daringly she held the intoxicating...

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One early morning I heard the sound of approaching spring.
It was the sound of a bashful maiden crossing the stream 
barefooted, holding the skirt in her slender fingers.  

An azalea on the hillside is,...

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Red soft velvet, forever in my mind,
purple and blue, every color of the rainbow.
White to near black emotional displays,
their meanings hidden in the multitude of their colors.

Once I shared my secret with you,
the flowers I...

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*Image of Park Colorful Flower Beds by Pixabay.
A Garden Choice Review

Dawn chanced a lifetime free trial,
aged step heed, reflect takes a smile,
advent ease midst obliged swart rise,
upraised eyelids, greet resumed ties.

Askew motif skirts gracious sky,
root...

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I don't know what the future holds, I'm trying to make it through today first
Trying to find my own happiness, but my mind always replays hurt
I need to lower my expectations, because I won't find...

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AZALEA BUSH

you ask me to trim
the bush outside (near the steps)
which has grown unchecked
for twenty years.

it is a true monstrosity.

you hand me the shears, 
tell me to trim it back
a little.  take some branches
off...

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Yo, Iggy Iggy, I can't say this enough, but you tall Ashley buff, you got long hair, and you're ing enough, ing it up on the radio. Sometimes you ing, you're ing it up because...

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1963

I sent you away from me to look for our beloved.
I watched you fade in the distant as you walked down the dusty foot-path towards town.
My dull brain craves the lost opportunity to prevail...

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A paradise of natural nature bouquets displayed:
of yellow, orange, pink, red roses of redolent scented phase.
Lilies, tulips, daisies, daffodils and violets are of bountiful blooms

All these have enchanted scents of fresh fragrant perfumes cues;
bringing love...

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2007
*
the country stile
hedged the wild flower meadow
where I sit awhile
*
shadows in the sky-
fluttering across my eye
a brown butterfly
*
on the wind,a bell-
muffled from across the square
raindrops fill the air
*
on the lawn
lily petals timeworn-
summer draws to its...

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As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew  
anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue
 
Lifting her wings she lands on a...

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Midst sullen storm and winter's grip,
Secure and warm I toddies sip.
By fireside glow my thoughts take wing.
While watching snow, I dream of spring.

Spring's swimming pools, azalea shrubs,
And garden tools and hiking clubs.
It's daffodils and meadows...

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