Long Bedewed Poems

While I gaze in your eyes, cool cerulean blue,
Sifting night, straining stars through morning’s sweet dew,
I can fathom the depths of empyreal skies,
Angels fluttering by, riding wild butterflies

While I gaze in your eyes, changing, aqua-blue...

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The secrecy that ad-libbed by the muteness
Embraced fervency aroused by the speechless
The darkness that mildly faded by the moonshine night
He gently took hold of time
Holding her by his arm, softly he lauded 
The moment with...

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Ode to Morning

Yon morning, spellbound mistress of the skies
    How gently all your feathers move apart
How lightly thrill your soft, eternal sighs
    And feed with hope and mirth my...

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The leaf came down
                        it came down
     ...

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I devour the time I came by -
By divine grace the twilight glinted
With the bedewed lips I felt mine
As I took the sip from my glass of whiskey 
Blended with soda and ice.
The wind passed...

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Picnics at the Park

I wished that I had stopped
The hands of Mother Clock
From ticking on its tac
As time flew by steadfast.

Bye, bye my toddler sweet
Hello there little princess
New adventures you'll seek
Words small and big you'll...

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Morning brews sunrise colors-
yolk yellow seeping over 

edges; light sterling silver 
strung; rubbed linens ironed 

across the rim. The creatural
world-a lime olive, sea blue 

cup- has a view from space:
mottled tints- mud grey, green. Deep.

Sienna...

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Adrift, a-meadow in spring color,
Daisy, daffodil, dandelion, 
A signal flag wrinkles and flaps with motion;
Awash, a-drizzle dazzle of rain. 
A girl floats to the tides current
Happy to hale the freedom of her new skirt
Happy to...

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Rejuvenating flowers are blooming
Connecting to earth as life is renewed
A kaleidoscope of colours booming

Spring is the time for some garden grooming
Squirrels jump up and down in search of food
Rejuvenating flowers are blooming

Carnations, crocus, lilies are...

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in the freezing storm, I sit beneath ancient, blackened elm
upon numbing snow, ready to pass from this realm
it's been but a few days, yet my face betrays the ware of years
an expression of solemnity adorns...

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bells

from edges of my dreams
a morning chorus 
begins softly. 

in the forest meadow
a slow plodding rhythm
sways closer, 
brings
recognition.

cow bell’s, 
their tinny clunk made more  melodious,
all harshness trapped 
among the evergreen branches
on bedewed trees.

Hick’s cows,...

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I am a brook of blood
Drawn from the veins of the tender bud;
My drift is bedewed with homicide,
Stabbed with furry killed with pride.

Flowing by the might of a flood
And disappearing into the mud
And earth cradles...

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'Neath the Willows, now cloaked in brume,
as streams the night time deepening.
Enshrouding all in shadows womb,
I espy true loves awakening.

Evetide slumber did find a youth,
within the mead, where I do dwell.
Wont was I, to bespell,...

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Gracious folds as satin, silky dunes waft
Undulating curves; frothy waves tossed

Seamless grooves filter subconscious dreams
Pallid contours emit hypnotizing streams

From her chiseled, sculpted mold congruent beams stretch
In well-rounded center, a sharp, cerebral image doth sketch

From smooth...

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I remember the tree verdant in spring
Those years stretched out could be filled with anything

I had dreams of strong limbs and plenitude
Thoughtfully give limbs for nest and bedewed

I saw you change in fall to colors...

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