Long Charcoal grey Poems

After hiking on the trail one day, I was making my way back,
Immersed in balmy thrills of summer, and the sunshine attack!

Birdsong was in my ears, and fragrance of beauty all around;
And greenness like a...

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THE ARRANGEMENT


    It's a dull, grey afternoon in the middle of October, with nothing much to commend about it. Last of the autumn leaves are falling from trees with the icy breeze,...

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Haiku Chain

Presents wrap by tree
babies first Christmas is here
jet stream follows sleigh ~~by; Royal

jet stream follows sleigh 
Santa's bag floats ocean unknown 
cap is in Spain  ~~by; Goode Guy

cap is in Spain
it blew over...

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Soft gentle breeze..
Warmth of the sun..
Golden rays of sunlight
Glows..
Seagulls flying high upon the deep blue sky..
Singing a magical tune..
As they soar and glide through the air..
A chorus of seagulls ..
High vibration melodies..

Waves of the ocean...

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    A humid afternoon , in the middle of August,  has nothing much to commend about it.  I can hear the humming of air conditioning coming from both sides of...

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Like the mediaeval skirmish, defeat with stale dismay
Adjacent to every dwelling the silent donor plague;
Masquerades of scarlet doom as those who pass away
Unhygienic circumstance with umpteen reasons vague.

Black Death buboes mystery and evil stench of...

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Smiling sun scarpered, sad stormy sky,
from east to west a veil of charcoal grey,
we watched as flocks of nervous birds flew by,
bird feeders idle, clients stayed away.
The cat, now bored with toys, and time to...

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charcoal grey horizon~
on the rusty cast iron bench 
my old self sits in pensive mood
beside the lake beneath December sky
the wayward wind as it teases my hair 
whispers melodies from long ago~
that breath echo in...

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Love in the teenage world is not really love
Its a better word to describe lust when there are no words to think of.
Not comparable to the love towards a mother.
But a word expressing the intimate...

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Charcoal grey, silver grey, shading to white,
Changing and shifting,
Pewter grey, ashy grey, darkness then light,
Trailing and lifting.

A quiet avalanche of melting clouds
In horizontal fall,
Covering distant hill tops like a shroud
Or funeral pall.

Shapes form, reform, then...

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Mosaics of gold and crimson;
follow the last migrating duck.
And barren soil littered with death;
stripped of its grandeur, turns to muck.

Autumn dawdles well past its end;
no longer painting leaves with light.
And as scarlet inks the sunset;
twilight...

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Burning embers and flames
simply cannot be tamed.
Unruly chaos sometimes,
depending what's on your mind.
A burning furnace,
stronger than men,
yet they think you're scared of them.
I don't think so,
but if it makes them feel better...

The calming effect of...

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