Long Colors of spring Poems

The year 2020 was a year of adjusting to new realities dealing with the pandemic. A pandemic that affected so many people in many ways.  This year is one of hope that the lessons...

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LEARNING HOW TO RIDE

As Christmas gift giving approaches it seems appropriate to me t
hat many children will find a bicycle underneath their Christmas tree.

Remember learning how to ride a bike…can you still remember how it...

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Remember when you learned to ride a bike…how the world was all brand new?
Have you ever stopped to think about the all the changes you went through?

Close your eyes…think back..remember how it feels…
You started on...

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A Song from my book in progress - The Boatman’s Song
Its part 1 to 26 already on Poetrysoup.

NOTE:  For my Poetry Soup friends: I may not be posting any comments and new 
Poems from...

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You entered my room a long time ago
across the dry landscape of many summers 
now when this winter looms over the trees 
shedding the wilted leaves 
you are by the closed window
leaning on the cold...

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In a brief moment, I held the time so tight in my hand,
My children hood, the blues, solitude, and morning lights. 
Remembered in time, when didn't existed in remembrance.
Rest in a field, looked above the...

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You entered my room
a long time ago
across many summers,
now when this winter looks
at the trees shedding the leaves
you are by the closed window
leaning on the cold wall
and I am by the fireplace,
your eyes on the...

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You entered my room
a long time ago
across many summers,
now when this winter looks
at the trees shedding the leaves
you are by the closed window
leaning on the cold wall
and I am by the fireplace,
your eyes on the...

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Breath of Nature by Nambumyeon Geoje Gyeongsangnamdo



Did you know how often I think of you?
Holding my tongue seems a crime.
Dare I tell you I find your eyes now
shimmering in the summer rain, or
how you are...

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Transient flashes of lightning gleamed on your face,
the smile I sketched on my soaring butterfly wings.
Cascade of ebullient stream murmured in your voice,
the melody I created on strings of violin in my heart. 

In your...

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Sunlight warms my emerald
Hues, petals soft and tender
Graceful beneath the morning
Dews, where there is such
Pleasure to be treasured

Raindrops nourish my hungry 
Young thoughts with sweet
Liquid, caressing and kissing
My deepest desires with a
Silent whisper of inspiration

Rich,...

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THE BOGS
You can here her faint voice in the brisk mornin breeze
sure she sings for her lover, down under the trees,
and all Ireland can hear every word she will sing,
when the bogs are dressed out...

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When the last wind of winter passes me by,
I look out through my open window to see
flotilla of ivory cloud sails in the indigo sky.

The days of March bring sparkling spring as my
most favorite time...

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SHAPE OF THINGS

Clouds of fleeting cotton lump
Tire in making changing shape
Tell wind stop blowing squally across sky 
Its face would adorn shining golden lines
As cold sun sinks beneath skyline remote.

The last rays paint old leaf...

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When the winter cold winds pass me by,
I wait eagerly by my open window to see
clumps of white cloud float in the blue sky.

The month of March comes sparkling as my
most favorite time of the...

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Caress of morning sun
gives the day a wake-up call.
Winter has set aside hr wraft of cold...
The highways are crowded again with
Hurried drivers, like before, although
there is no snow to impede or ice for crazy crashes.
It...

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I've been dreaming of a sonnet in the cradle of the breeze
I've been dreaming in the silence of her feathered nest of dream
perched in peaceful solitude autumn falls with golden leaves
where hymn's flow free within...

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Clouds of fleeting cotton clump,
tire to make the changing shape,
tell wind, stop blowing squally across sky. 
They want to adorn shining golden lines,
as cold sun sinks beneath skyline remote.

The sun rays paint old leaf tan,
in...

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As the Robins dart across the grass
Ignoring the clouds of gray
Cold breeze and cold dry air
Every so often they bob their heads
Eating a bug or seed something to me unseen

The Redbuds that in the wild...

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The last snow of winter
blown by the wind
bares the gray
of branches to the sun
pregnant with buds.
Is it spring?

Testing spring 
torpid from the winter
sleepy tiny buds
hesitant of the wind
search for the sun
between stalks of gray

A flash...

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ki7rptpm85M
Lilacs and daffodils seasonal thrills 
spilling on the lawn lots of sunshine and light 
beaming from a window I hold still 
breathing in April, I no longer feel the chill 
roses and daisies joyful gardeners...

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Seasons Changing

      Autumns come,seasons changing
      Mother earth gently rearranging
      leaves of red,orange and gold
      glorious...

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The last snow of winter
blown by the wind
bares the gray
of branches to the sun
pregnant with buds.
Is it spring?

Testing spring 
torpid from the winter
sleepy tiny buds
hesitant of the wind
search for the sun
between stalks of gray

A flash...

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Dripping petals in gilded droplets unfold
Cascading down from trees like waterfalls
Densely packed on branches, bunch by bunch
For nature’s generous gifts, pick more than one.

Flowers like huge dangling earrings from the sun
Giving final touches for all...

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Great bald eagle flies towards endless horizon
Above the mountains sun has risen
Below runs horde of bison
The colors whether spring or fall spirit can brighten

Atlas on his shoulders has weight of the world
His muscles are burled
His...

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