Long Goldenrod Poems

In the intimate interlace of chance and fate, in the ultimate interplay of time and place, and with the consummate checkmate of my human dignity, all that is -- is over, in the stormy, swarming...

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Back in 1957 
kissing Carol Ann 
behind the barn 
in the middle of 
a windswept field 
of Goldenrod 
with a sudden deer 
watching was 
something special, 
let me tell you. 
Back then, bobby sox 
and...

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Belle of the Balls
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rain hitting the asphalt, the cracking concrete, water weaving
its way down the overpass. Residents cover up with plastic,
a conflagration of yellow light on garbage bags
hitting tree tops, branches, leaves old and new. Boughs
sagging with the...

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some-tin-can-tan-man 
playing in the sand
with paper tigers
  a bear with many tentacles
red everywhere
	in the skies
  clouds streaming down
hispeed downsload online power lines
  pavement-red trees ripe for slicing
 and many motored mobiles moving
i...

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A hank of damp hair hangs limply on her forehead.  With the back of a work reddened hand she brushes it from her face.  From the galvanized tub before her, she withdraws a...

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One evening an old ailurophile strolled through a forest with her blackest of cats,
To brood on her once goldenrod hair and the callipygous bottom on which she once sat.

Her head hung low upon shrugged cathartic...

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Once again, I've spent my day
drifting among the drifting dunes
staring at colorful bits of ocean-tumbled glass
that shimmer, sparkle
and refract the still-warm October light
in my shaking uncertain hand
as though I was looking
into my very own past...

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“How wonderful yellow is. It stands for the sun!” Vincent Van Gogh

Yellow

Yellow is
     a painted curb or lines upon a street,
       a sign of caution...

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These are all ruminations that arose from a recent backpacking trip in the Ventana Wilderness


Needing to bring spiritual realities
into the press of raw humanity,
amongst the most humble
the dreamer seems visionary.


Addiction is a mirror;
if I look...

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Now, that the sun is shining;
I can hear my heart denying;
Longing for the love
Longing for the girl, marigold I am told
That
The Goldenrod and Easter Lilly;
They both along with marigold think that I’m rather silly, silly;
When...

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The Daffodil, peeks at the yellow rays of the Morning Sun
She raises her head  :through the withering snow mound : with Dazzling Beauty
The Daffodil , Sings in harmony; Arise for I am : the...

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My Kentucky in Fall
 
Peaceful country roads winding through meadows and hills,
and golden rays kiss purple asters, tall ironweed and abundant goldenrod.
Gorgeous colors are greeting me despite the warning that drought 
would hold them back...

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The old stream doesn’t burble 
like it used to in Spring’s past -
rambunctious in youth  wild it ran
racing the sun and chasing the moon
splashing  leaping  and  tumbling 
over, down and around...

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I met Mary Oliver the other day,
next to Starbucks in that store
where softcovers surely number
well into the mid-to-high six digits.

Ours was a chance encounter, 
as neither of us would travel in 
any of the same...

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Winter's white coverlet has finally melted away
from over my garden's sleeping botanical beds. 
Babes from crocus bulbs peek above the ground
on this sun filled morn, warmly greeted by golden rays.
Zinnias of every color sway upon...

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Winter approaches, 
riding swiftly on northerly winds.
Leaves have begun to fall, 
tumbling upon Autumn breezes.
A chill fills the air, eager to settle in,
for seasonal changes that are taking place
signal that the time has drawn near
to...

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Garden Party

Summer breezes gently 
Brushes against my face
Sunlight teases my eyes
Wakens me 
Its morning 
Bouquet of fragrances to my nose
Guides me to my garden
Its there I find my peace
Eagerly stepping onto glistening dewy grass 
Placing...

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Saphire is the vaulted dome, the blue arch of the sky
Interspersed with plumes and dunes (the white clouds rolling by)
   The grasses, plants and flowers, entangled, sway and bend
   In the...

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Oh enigma ...
Endless hours of twilight-daubed magic -

Enchanting walks 'side a moon-splattered sea,
Alight with silver doubloon wave-tops that mock the starry vault,

Toes pressed to the cool, pearly-soft hem of sand,
Imparting each other our deepest notions...

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Larkspur blooming in the garden,
With violets in the dell;
Ask to beg some pardon,
Because their petals fell.

Roses climbing on the wall,
Reach up to find the light;
While lilies standing oh so tall,
Have throats that sing delight.

Columbine is...

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The scientist may assert there is no God,
While the sunset fields bloom goldenrod;
Yet, report of mystery dimensions unseen,
And multiverse based on vibrating strings!

But real proof of God rests in the heart.
If faith is genuine, He...

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A rose represents beauty
Much like a woman 
They are unique
Not one
Is an 
exact replica

A rose in its glory
Is beaming under 
A buttermilk sky
Freshly radiant
With raindrops
Of sky-water

Like a woman
A rose slowly
And methodical
Unravels its core
Will Let go
And...

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A rose represents beauty
Much like a woman 
They are unique
Not one
Is an exact replica

A rose in its glory
Is beaming under 
A buttermilk sky
Freshly radiant
With raindrops
Of sky-water

Like a woman
A rose slowly
And methodical
Unravels its core
Will Let go
And...

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A rose represents beauty
Much like a woman 
They are unique
Not one
Is an exact replica

A rose in its glory
Is beaming under 
A buttermilk sky
Freshly radiant
With raindrops
Of sky-water

Like a woman
A rose slowly
And methodical
Unravels its core
Will Let go
And...

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