Long Azaleas Poems

A walk in wonderland.
    Sun kissed shades of green.
        Ferns as delicate as Chantilly lace.
          ...

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I was a skillful, amiable nursery worker, cultivating blooms in a greenhouse,
Like feverish and fragrant blooms, often grown in redbird's green treehouse.

Hours were spent sowing seeds, adjusting conditions, and also and pruning,
As June full moon...

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I was a vivacious, aroma loving barista, laboring midnights in a coffee shop,
Offering tasty drinks to fellow night owls, while others dreamed of lollipops.

My work was so pleasant and suited me, for I was enamored...

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SURSUM CORDA 

(for Ruth and Clement Mc Cormack, 
Bridgton, Maine)

“Come see us, we’ll talk about the job."

you were convalescent, generous, 
and anxious to get your hands moving
into the garden among the buds and birdsong 
ready...

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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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Written: May 13, 2023

3rd contest winner
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Lichen lilies lavishness,
outwardly...

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A winding road, up through the trees, finds California gold
The heart will race, and breath escapes, to see this land unfold!

Dad cherished, this, his boyhood home, a wonderland to view
and shared with us the years...

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Break of day, silence glistens on the petals
pensive dew adorning the daisies,
roses breaking through the sun’s gaze
gesturing to the azaleas with all their blossoms
lost beyond the hues in hesitation,
a song plays as the birds serenade...

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My mother was beautiful when I was young.
In pictures she wore pearls.
I remember her putting on sky-blue eye shadow,
Even her eyebrows beautiful,
like the Arc de Triumphe.
And her ruby brooches,
And her stain glass blouses, rhinestones glinting...

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Why don't we sit down for a while
And forget that you have him and I've someone else?
We do need a name and theme for this loss.

We have agreed on Black Wardrobe,
A dimmer lighting and a...

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Wandering through the bayou,
wrapped in its eerie embrace.
Mysterious and strange--
a magical place.
Never seeming to change,
even as seasons come and go,
swampy waters ebb to and fro.

Like long-lost daughters,
gnarled courtly cypress trees
rise from black, murky waters.
Draped lovingly...

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in church congregate
our sins God did consummate
new life will be grrreat

when I cleaned up ground
it will look nice all around
being safe and sound

my house seems so swell
nice not looking like pure hell
in love with have...

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Mirabella had a big garden of pretty Azaleas
and towards moon she started a tap dance,
showing her ballerina dress made by Chris;
young boys came around and stole a glance!

What was the secret that made
her so glamorous...

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The Roosevelt Elk
The Roosevelt Elk 

A beautiful,  majestic creature, that walks with head up high with pride  that stands as tall as a horse, with a rack of antlers with many points that...

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I moved South from Seattle's rainy haze,
To Atlanta's charm in the early 80s days.
They called me a Yankee, a foreign soul,
But Southern living soon took its toll.

Sightseeing spots, reminders of the past,
Stone Mountain, Kennesaw hills,...

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A little south of Heaven
On the Gulf of Mexico
Here in the Heart of Dixie
The living's easy and slow

The weather's mostly nice here
Round Mobile Bay
Sunshine when it ain't raining
It's beautiful today here in L.A.

Living in L.A.
Lower...

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The Firefly as Metaphor

Walk in twilight
Among the flashings of fireflies
Reborn from the earth below,
From the base of tall plants, to dispel
The fears of darkness, as their
Surprising orange -quick blooms
Twinkle the night shadows
Into a joyful game...

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Sunlight pierced through treetops shading the edge of the field where little white flowers grew and warm, itchy grass tickled my bare legs. Your faint melodies played in the background.  Purple and blue azaleas...

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Sunlight pierced through treetops shading the edge of the field where little white flowers grew and warm, itchy grass tickled my bare legs. Your faint melodies played in the background.  Purple and blue azaleas...

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Winter’s releasing us from its perpetually gray and gloomy grip.

Who can study in their room, on a beautiful spring afternoon?
Azaleas assail ya, with champagne petals of bubblegum fuchsias,
they blush in near neon reflection, with a...

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Written: April 20, 2024

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Dappled gold shimmers in spring—wake...

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Afterlife Azaleas rise as apparitions 
Bony Buttercups bathe in blooming moonlight 
Cobweb Carnations cater to crystal chaos
Deathly Daffodils dance to the eternal dusty doors
Eerie Evening Primroses prance to ethereal exits
Frightening Foxgloves flame their foliage 
Ghostly...

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The tulips and daffodils
have bloomed en masse,
in the surrounding fields.
The tourists who came to
enjoy them, have gone away.
March and April brought
excitement to our ordinarily
placid lives, but we are glad
to get back to normalcy.
May is almost...

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"I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud" by William Wordsworth 



I wandered lonely as a geek
Through silent woods and rustling leaves
Down the hill to the flowing creek 
Away from life's stress causing heaves
There I saw a...

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Gardening in April
I am truly Nature's child.
The sun is newly warming.
The winds have slowed to mild.
Everything about me
Is so eager to begin.
My tools and knees are freshly oiled. 
Spring has uncovered Eden.
The azaleas and the...

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