Long Flitters Poems

Since the elders often proclaim, my how time flies, 
You then naturally look up into the skies.
To study the heavens for at least one small sign,
From the horizon up to the tallest tree line.

Then suddenly,...

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the year that was

January 

The world watches in amazement
Longest shut down in history
Watching it all in Korea
contemplating escaping the cold winter

February 

World watches as North Korea and the US
Walking back from the brink of war
escaping...

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Swan-like in grace and beauty divine.                             ...

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Bleeding Paloma

He sees her in the tree, high up
Hidden among the mango leaves
Her egg-shell coloring peer through
The dark green.  He scatters the 
Seeds upon the earth and waits 
Until she flitters down, at first
Untrusting...

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I walk through the wooded area near my home where a monarch butterfly greets me. I watch it as it swims into the air, letting it eddy beneath her wings. She dances past me with...

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A song to sing

With a hither and a dither
A mighty river
The troubled brows of people pour

Blinkers, tinkers and many non-thinkers
Flood rushing down washed up shores
A surging roar!

A song for sure, we should not endure

Soaring high...

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As dusk slowly creeps in,
Just as the sun begins
To duck its head behind the trees, 
causing the shadows to stretch and distort into dark, haunting figures.
A golden sparkle catches my eye
It flutters and flitters about,...

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The charisma of blossoming flower,
in the deep core of unfurling buds lies
the sweet fragrance of spring’s rippling shower,
flitters on latticed wings of butterflies.
Within the shade of azure firmament
I get rid of all my age old...

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The song is sung as before,
The words are sung anew.
It describes the passage of time once more,
And how the song grew.
Dual notes hit with harmony pure,
Yet as opposite as we shall ever know.
For a note...

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Love is parading around on the stove tonight
Cooking beanie weanies for the likes of me.
The smell makes me smile.
And he makes me giddy.
For fifty-five years I have been in love with this fifteen-year-old boy.

He is...

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trial and error
we live in a world of imperfections
were we are always on trials
we believe to be smart 
we claim to be perfect 
through our creativity
we run a world of blindness
through our ignorance
we bleed more...

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The flame at the end of the way guides us
We’re in twos being careful as not to
Find ourselves outside of this treacherous
Path that we usually walk on, our blues

The walkway doesn’t seem this bad at...

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SOL’S A SHINING

Sol’s a shining,
And dog is laying around, 
For on this day
Winter has made her home in residence,
And bought another dimension to feeling
Adding to a wonderful time of year,
And I sit in contentment be
And...

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Gazing through the window of our dining room one day, 
I noticed little flitters in the corner of my eye.
A tiny baby bird had landed on a weathered rail,
And I could quickly tell it was...

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Unfaded colors of years enwrap you with grace,
like a leaf tinged by twilight you glow on birthday.
I float on reverie, encircling you on wings of zephyr, 
I write this pulsating poem of heart just for...

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Placid winter cuddles close, lacing exotic spring.
Tapestry of flowers, birds in heavenly wings.
Wakes up a green canopy, exalted in chirpy trill
Peeps, cheeps in rhythm, clatter in medley thrill.

Dappled throat, bright feather, flitters branch to branch.
Gyrating...

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A bud blossoms beauty in the prime of spring,
sways as a beguiled ballerina in the amorous air,
enchanted in the middle of the night when the moon sings
for the flower to swing in its refrain with...

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"the willows dip
Their pendent boughs, stooping as if to drink." William Cowper

To a Weeping Willow

The graceful, sweeping green
I remember seeing it,
my first weeping willow
 graceful trails of leaves
bending to touch its own reflection
Growing on a...

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We meet in the glimmer of the emerald meadow,
you become the placid patina of the pearly dawn.
Even in twilight hour the golden day doesn’t end,
for you’re my sanguine sun that would never set.

While the flowers...

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Feigned Love
     By Dane A. Smith-Johnsen

Escape is there.  Beyond the window, songs of nature call.
The stillness of the evening sounds the flicker’s serenade.
He sings, and sings, and sings again until...

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The charisma of the blooming flower,
lies encased in the core of unfurling buds,
the sweet scent of the spring’s rippling air,
flitters on the wings of beguiling butterflies.
These are my sensual metaphors 
of your eternal beauty, women.

Nothing...

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Firefly tango, lighting up the meadow
Whizzes, whirls, flits, and furls,
The little varmints buzz around, 
Unaware we are watching their every move.
We older folks are no longer chasing them 
or popping them in Mason Jars 
To...

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Warm days herald in the spring
as she dances among young flowers
the mating call strong adds its ring
soon nestlings, calves and beavers
grow strong as she swirls past dancing 

Hot flush of summer vibrant flowers
greet summer as...

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Mid December. Most birds have vacated our yard, having instinctively flown south for the winter.  Out of habit, I look out my kitchen window anyway, not expecting to see anything colorful amidst the barren...

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A new day gleaming

A new chance for dreaming

A new sense of revealing

Love and light

The flitters like a butterfly

Within us all

A new chance to show our love to all

A new hope and new opportunities

Lifting our spiritual...

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