Long Celandine Poems

In a house high on a hill an old man grows weak, many years have gone, he lays in his old bed,
Back in the day, a dashing young officer with a brilliant red uniform he...

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Written: January 26, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Sara Jama
Quote by Geoffrey Chaucer "Time and tide wait for no man,"
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Birdman

Bold Dewi Jones would leave his home
first thing every morning,
and trot him down to Towy Wood
just as day was dawning,
and there he filled his Tesco bag,
five pence from any store,
with chickweed celandine and seed
and other...

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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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Apple blossoms derived from the Wild crab
Birds of paradise resemble a brightly colored bird in flight
Cosmos flowers are very popular among gardeners for its beauty
Dogwood is a symbol of Christianity

Eastern redbud known as spice wood...

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She was the coolest chick I never knew,
with hair of black and eyes of blue;
like, I'd watch her as the sun set down,
she held the breath of the whole damn town.

Now, incarcerated, I know the...

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Written: January 24, 2025 For contest Sponsored by: Brian Strand 
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In the galumph of...

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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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Written: January 26, 2025
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[The Cypress Is In Bloom]
The cypress is in bloom
I see the evil, the efflorescence of decadent doom
Eloigning, with thy clandestines of the Dead September's reign
My belovéd Penelope, abscond from the coven so deep, the glades...

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As March sets in people are eager to work in their rural gardens and fields,
The earth turns up fresh and mellow and there is beauty in its very blackness,
Flowers are fast springing in the boarders,...

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As March sets in people are eager to work in their rural gardens and fields,
The earth turns up fresh and mellow and there is beauty in its very blackness,
Flowers are fast springing in the boarders,...

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Abandoned house isolated with cracked walls
Aberration emerging forth from the natural terrain
Red and black roofs of the village nearby almost seeming a beacon of civilisation

The wood boarded lower rotting windows and barred doors
Faded moth eaten...

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Enchanted Wood

     When I went walking on that sultry day
     Where the ancient sessile oak trees stood
     And the rippling river ran by...

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Lea, lush cordial waits
dawn, a promise of dew,
yet couldn’t stop the moment
stealing the moorside view.
The turn of Alf’s cart wheel
broke the silence of the night,
the beat of a lone heartache
stole the dark from the light.
“Picturesque...

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How many times have I written of her glows!
Yet, the yearning to write more and more grows.
Forgotten feelings soon get a vent.
When I see the sprouts, in shyness, they are bent.
Ra.. ra.. ra.. ra.. la..la..la..la.....

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In distant dreams my love would 'oft appear,
In awe she wanders Springtime's vibrant hills,
As wild bird songs exalt with merry cheer,
'Mid lesser celandine and daffodils.

In this majestic slumber I am lost,
Her beauty fair to woo...

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I lie back in the weather-proofed green chair
To gaze up at the flowering maple tree.
Now, touched by sun,lungs full of scented air
I embrace with joy the beauty I now see.

Old celandine show brightly by my...

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YELLOW IS THE SUN IN THE SKYLINE after Midnight- -

Once upon a midnight flat;
It was matte, imagined that!
'It's that even,' I muttered;
Yellow as sun and butter;
…..a rainbow of mystic skies;
Beautiful site between the eyes;
Passions liken...

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