Long Flowerpots Poems

After winning a sweepstakes, I determined to go on a lengthy trip;
And I wanted to tour the mainland, after I had disembarked the ship.

The countryside was quite beautiful, and had myriad charming towns,
Some with the...

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We had a garden gnome named Griselda
the bane of our small bungalow
she was nasty and mean, at times quite obscene
the worst that you ever could know!

Her garden mate, Gregor, had feared her
but one day he...

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In a little country village
in a cottage near a farm,
was a curious little kitten
that was knitted out of yarn.

In a rainbow’s worth of colours
from its tail of strawberry red,
to the blue and yellow ears
which sat...

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Water of the sublime dusk
Slow moving, decorated in color
A idea by the sea
Moonlight shines on jasmine blossoms
Waves and wind making ripples,
crickets begin to sound

Where do streams flow? 
Poise in an old oil lamp
Fantasies filled with...

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For the first time ever,
a Cardinal's nest lay cleverly hidden
in a juncture of two branches
of the red rose climber
on the south wall of our garage.

Over the years, we'd watched with pleasure
as House Finches, Eastern Phoebe,
Bluebirds,...

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o civilizations
    o development and progress
    in your rapid stride,
    in your vain pride,
     to vanquish  the nature ,
  ...

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Winter snow make branches bow
The birds are careful as they land
Icicles and ice crystals make them glint like jewels
Dressed in these necklaces the tree looks grand.

The branch of hope is Spring
Tiny buds hold up their...

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In a local hardware store,
An old one – not a chain – 
I found just what I needed,
Though I thought I’d search in vain.

Some saucers for my flowerpots
So water wouldn’t drip.
I’d recently transplanted
And I had...

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It is a morning in early spring
I see my flowerpots filled with left over growth
So ugly and demised
Peaceful and quiet ,until the surprise

Of multiple leaf blowers
From every corner of the neighborhood 
It was as though...

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Poetry is made with
            rivers that flow through us,
            flowerpots
            and flowers that we
            adorn life ...
            With clothes
            not wearing bodies ... bodies
             naked without clothes ...
             Walls that
             suddenly speak,
             mirrors...

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Wintry white weather whirling westward,
whooshing wildly when winds wrestle.
Snowflakes swirling starting snowy stacks.

Spring showers sprout saplings
some scattering so softly.
Florist fashions flowing florets
flowers form filling flowerpots.

Summer sunshine sets
sending sunrays sideways shimmering so sparkly.
Pool parties prove popular...

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