Long Goldenrods Poems

Severe surge regarding thou shalt not kill violations

Fifth commandment breached regularly
epidemic of gun violence in America
bullets fly, scream and tear into flesh
senseless rampant mass killings
rip across fabric of society
buzzfeeding, jump/kickstarting, 
paradigm of mortality.

Since January first
two...

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Shoot! Nothing like killing spree to bookend August 2019!

The latest homicide,
where gunman(men) slew
dirty deed done dirt cheap
half dozen innocent people drew
minimal horrific gasps, now a new
month (September two 
thousand nineteen)

where goldenrods yellow
with morning dew
encompassing human...

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This is a garden of sunshine granted
each an escape from our everyday trials.
Where sadness, anger, or lies aren't planted
because we all need a garden of smiles.

Where are poems found in this garden?
A few where Summer...

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, winter some yet just five months ago;
When I thought of the snow;
By the hill yard I saw the slopes;
'Spring!' said I, thing of outpouring heated temperature hopes;
'Spring!' sigh said I, 'Yes spring!'
New solar season...

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Tulips and lilies never emitted their scent
so fragrantly and exhilarating...
by the lake of the descendent moon,that
I intensively sense the affable mystery of the evening!

Remote breezes,unforeseen and redolent,do
capriciuosly caress the brilliant surface
of the silvery lake,softened by...

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A song of a sparrow in the springtime.




Birds chirp a lullaby at the peak of the morning sun.
Speedy is the dragonfly, wish I could catch just one.
Clovers fill the meadow and daisies are in bloom.
Brilliant...

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It’s my first reigning color
dazzling around my dance floor
It brightens my mind and soul
from its most attractive call.

Giving me smiles every morning
that’s sunshine--warm and refreshing
In my garden are great delights
favorite flowers shine so bright!

Just across...

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Quote: Do you ever wonder why we build castles in the air?  Perhaps, it's to soften the blow of a harsh world that never seems to slide nor adjust to our individual expectations. 

Ever...

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Bring green barges for the winching,
     heft a portage of willowy thrones 
                  ...

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Wandering eye trapses the fertile meadow
Silhouetted reams the azure streams shadow
A cacophony of colors wild but mellow
Shroud the svelte canvas bridging ford and dale
Gilded lillies glistening in their satin veil
Goldenrods with cherubic halos in the...

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Snow falling softly o’er the meadow
Banking against the old rail fence,
It creates a magnificent afterglow,
I haven’t seen like it before, or since
This display formed by the recent snow.

Ice crystals forming on dried stalks
Creating a wonderland...

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It was burning again
like goldenrods in drift valley of ethnic hate.
You start climbing down deeper in fear
holding tight your identity.

The anguish of ruined home
under the shadows of bribed hands,
runs on the bodies of pilgrims
who were...

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When I think of you, my Mother
One thing comes to mind:yellow

Goldenrods and sunshine
Peace and all that's mellow

Halos, rings and lemonade
And honeysuckle too

Bumblebees and stary nights
And all the good that may shine through

Dolls with long blond...

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I gaze at a saffron sunset
as a tawny owl sails overhead,
while yellow sunflowers feel threat
until evening prayers are said.

The flaxen fields and amber plains
reflect the xanthous of fading sun.
A copse of vivid ocher trees wanes
awaiting...

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A droning time with its honeycombed eyes;
lives grown beyond their husks.

Bring green barges for the winching of the awakening,
portage willowy thrones to the wind thrummers,
gild each gap with a dewy wine.

Time to pull up the...

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Autumn is approaching rapidly.
Already leaves of many trees become
Converted. Some are changing vividly
To crimsons, russets, shades of gold and plums.
The asters, goldenrods, gentians abloom.
The insects lethargy increasingly
Arresting to the eye. Their fate presumed.
Familiar fragrances bewitchingly
Seduce...

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A delightful description of spring spilling forth it's grace upon the earth, singing a colorful 
song of peace.



An open window of spring grace,
a beam of sunlight touches my face.
The morning dew evaporates in the wind,
spilling...

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