Long Landscape painting Poems

AWARE

Observing life as a detailed landscape painting,
Internally analyzing layers pertaining to self before physically applying,
Putting out my thoughts with vocabulary that is rhyming,
A higher goal to always be conscious of my daily climbing,
Climbing higher, elevating...

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Floating fluttering fleurs
are jewels in fuchsia and magenta
transmuting into taffy hue
with the kiss of dappled sunlight
like her cheeks that blush in pink
with his wondering wink.

The willows are stalactites 
seducing newly bloomed nympheas
slumbering in Egyptian blue...

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The autumn forest turning to framed landscape painting
absorbs on canvas the sound of rustle the leaves make
on the serene shadow engraved on the stony ground,
waits for the shrouding winter when the whisper of wind
would freeze...

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My Landscape Painting

Let me describe my painting,
Of a pastel colour landscape,
A Beautiful British Waterway,
Forming our scene and shape.

Walking by the water’s edge,
Following the towpath trail,
Pace of life serene and slow,
Barges powered, ready to sail. 
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footprints carved on a crystalline carpet
the winding traces of morning skaters
on teal and ivory rugged snowfield
lead me to his quiet hometown

the bare trees that surround me
are like dancing old willows by the brooks
freezing as they...

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afternoon stroll

I walked into a landscape painting made of chlorophyll 
in eleven variations, and there were no adolescent  girls
around suffering from sclerosis, but did see a pale face
in a car driving by, cattle string incomprehensively at
the...

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A lonesome magpie~
perching on a forlorn wooden stairs
on a snowcapped mountain side
spells serenity in the day light.

The barn house reflects
the pale lavender shadows~
a soft blend of chiaroscuro; 
The thickened snow in impasto 
reminds me of...

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Dewdrops cling to blades of grass, 
they glisten in early morning light. 
Nature's peace is come to pass. 

Tall trees stretch to their fullest height, 
foggy mists drift ‘round their edges, 
glisten in early morning...

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To Know Without Knowing 

Red moss, crimson as blood of a slaughtered calf,
I knew I had seen it before but could not recall
where or when. Like seeing a landscape painting 
knowing I had been there...

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To Know Without Knowing

Red moss, crimson as the blood of a slaughtered calf,
 I knew I had seen it before but could not recall
 where or when. To see a landscape painting, knowing 
 I...

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The Great Escape
When the police arrested a pair
of robbers, a mad cow came scampering, 
chaos the robbers legged it. 
One was quickly caught, 
the other ran into a zoo; 
where the police shot an elephant...

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To know and not know.

Red moss, crimson blood of a slaughtered calf
I knew seen it before but could not recall
where and when.
Like seeing a landscape painting in a valley
of cobblers where children ran barefoot on
summer...

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