Long Conservatory Poems

gardens are where we are:

  from "Eden" to "Gilgamesh", "Babylon" to "Gethsemane"
  from mountain to coast, town to country
  from wetlands to desert oasis, under the sea to the edge of ice
...

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The new roves are not like the old,
They purvey an unwieldy aspect
To their elderly kindred folk;
Even on this steep hill forms encroach
Upon an edifice grand of bygone grandeur;

 So to ‘Ghurt Muire’ that Jacobean domain
With...

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( Please share with me the photo story of my visit in April 2011
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We do take stocks of a natural treasure
And the man made jewels every...

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I strolled into the room, real casual you see
I took a look around, one of them was guilty
*Bang* an authoritative door slam sounds in my wake
Dramatic sunglasses removal, in their boots, they will shake 

A...

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Land of Graves

A land of graves makes for quiet neighbors.  
He who blessed or cursed extant thereupon remains 
Shall suffer little disturbance at the will of his resting countrymen.  
The deep silence of...

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An art student, she was a mysterious brunette,
whose most stunning feature were eyes of piercing
tanzanite; silent and deep as a fathomless ocean.
Even the most skillful sailor, caught in those whirlpools
of blue light, which knew no...

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[Conservatory: A glorified greenhouse stuck
         on the side of your house.

This really happened yesterday, and today…
   Okay, the cactus is poetic license]
   ...

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Sitting here this morning 

Sitting here this morning, 
In the conservatory 
Here I am all wrapped up 
Not feeling the cold ,

I have my heating on, 
And am grateful for what I have 
But the...

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I have a strong need to elucidate my unfathomable love for
You,
named JAZZ

The improvisational sound of ragtime and jive.
Bop to the bebop of your rhythmic stride.

O  what you do.
You,
named JAZZ

As I rouse everyday to harmonious...

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It was a Victorian garden with winding paths,
          With a formal terrace and a conservatory;
   Where exotic plants flourished in the warmth,
And planted urns...

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End of The Cassava


Like cassava we planted corruption in the farm
Like mangos we plug corruption from the trees
 Like Ram we rear in the land where it sold
Like pounded yam we pound our yam of...

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My senior retirement was the completion of a phase in my life,
I discovered my love for writing.

My poems would appear in anthologies,
There for someone else's pleasure.

I would achieve heights difficult to comprehend,
Reaching the William Shakespeare...

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I envision myself as a talented soloist,
After singing Elvis in the dinning-room, to a thankful audience

Would  i be nervous or feel comfortable with the audience,
I would  dream of wearing a beautiful gown.

Along way...

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It was a Victorian garden with winding paths,
          With a formal terrace and a conservatory;
   Where exotic plants flourished in the warmth,
And planted urns...

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Figuratively speaking there is no departure from the physical craze of overturning abstinence, within the conscious act of drinking everything down In remarks toward gluttony ane ambitious strides toward accelerated fortune. If All of These...

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Tis' life I bring to my garden gate
On a palette of colors by my front door
Each day I can play as I cultivate
Many blooms I have spawned as a grower

Many suns, many moons have sweated...

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My Quiet Place The Conservatory
Its early, the mist is just lifting as I open the conservatory doors, the spider webs are everywhere just hanging from every plant twig and the gazebo, all trailing a million...

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Musky fragrance inundates
my nostrils as I enter 
the garden center:
a rhapsodic feeling
in idyllic surroundings.
The air is humid
like an Amazon garden,
heat barely tolerable
making my glasses misty.
Soft music, dulcet and sweet,
swamp the amazing conservatory. The caterpillar had...

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A named Mercury plies the air
above his fountain
in the Phipps Conservatory.

Children wet their fingers
in the receiving pool
and stare
up at possibilities
that may enable them
someday
to match the blossoming
in the Amazonian Room.

Co-eds with athletic boys,
muscular Pitts and tall...

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When I was young I learned to play the piano,
I had classes at school with the Royal Conservatory of Music.

Then I had classes at my piano teacher's house,
I used to receive a monkey or a...

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Do you remember the night sky conservatory?
The time we picked the lock at the gate
Snuck in after dark?
So innocent we felt like criminals.

Little did we know we were stealing
Each other's hearts.

Do you remember the blanket...

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"The Flood Contained Electric"

walls of glass 
sheathe this heart
a conservatory
for the lacking 
of menagerie
the walls aren’t
bricked up 
comme dans une
la orangerie
clearly seen 
straight through
X-ray vision
dancing dervish
until the clouds 
roll in and the 
pea soup fog...

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IN THE ORANGERY

In the orangery, her face glows
as sunstreaks rain like the snowfall.
A white bud stem her fingers pin.
Hush blush is her alabaster skin.
Her eyes focus to a book below,

hair unmoved from the wind blow,
similar...

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We’ve had enough of traveling.



We’ve had enough of travelling
At least by sea and air
The noisy ferry cabins
The crush of Ryanair

Maybe we’ll drive a hundred ‘k’
To hotel or ‘B&B’
For forest or a city break
(For we live...

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The Royal Conservatory of Music,
A beautiful statuesque building,
Windows towards nature,
A walk through the portals,
The halls long and winding,
Sounds of God's symphony,
Vocal and instrumental music classes,
Resounding, while you wait for your lesson,
A solo assignment,
Satisfying to learn...

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