Long Latticework Poems

As I ascend the podium, a predator of piquant pontifications, my eyes ravage the assemblage of adversaries, their countenances a canvas of consternation and morbid fascination. The atmosphere is heavy with the miasma of malignant...

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All signs of spring have arrived among the fields of yellow daisies and tall grass
Basking in glory the wading birds with its white silken body and long legs
Cattails burst tall with delight from the pond
Dragonflies...

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We briefly meet the Mandan Chief Big White
in the village center where the animals are sacraficed,
couples wed, and disputes are dealt with,
he is a massive, and portly man
and is wearing a headdress that spreads to...

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Raindrops are not tear drops this should be fun                        					  ...

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In the twilight valleys where shadows weave endless tapestries,
Where the breath of dusk embroiders the horizon in shades of evening,
A hermit dreams, his window an eternal portal flung wide open,
To skies where eternity whispers secrets...

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Now as I look up I catch myself, i revert my attention and I raise that man out the gutter, Oh he loves this, kinda feels familar, feels solid, Definately noticed before I left what...

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Luminous lids lift, languidly unveiling vistas of vibrant verse, as lavish laughter lines lips that lure with lyricism.

Sultry syllables swirl, a sweet serenade that saturates the senses, summoning sonnets that soar on solar winds.

Gentle gestures...

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Let the paper be a canvas and the pen, a brush
The words fill  the mind like a young girl’s blush
Every color on the palette of the imagination
Becomes a vibrant idea of luscious creation

Open a...

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I yearn for when my troubles were as frost flowers; when the intermittent wresting
of my inner strings was natural , a part of growing up, and when, from tender stem , 
there emerged feelings of...

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The Storm
                                 Frank...

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Throughout the adventures of creation,
    We've seen diversion and parity abound.
Allowing rhyme and reason to co-exist peacefully,    
    While we all rummage through the lost and...

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Tea Party

Bright early morning
Courtyard opens to the clear blue unclouded sky
Mourning dove with their cheerful cooing
Lush, crisp, green, grassy, lawn,
Garden flourishes with yellow daffodils, pink lilies, and budding pink roses
Latticework lavish entanglement of sweet fragrant...

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Emeralds, Polished Jade, LENORE’S GREEN Eyes 
GREEN as the flavor of Mint
Sweet, Leafy  GREEN: Lettuce

It reminds  Me
Defines  Me
Exciting to Eye            ...

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Nature's Spring palette and sweet nectar
 of bright comfort  bathing in the brilliant sunshine. Quote _ by Poet



A vision is the crimson queen rose
newly sprung its unique velvet feel
rosebuds unfold full of scallop trim
green...

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basking in spring with robin songs
verdant leaves in gorgeous green 
splendour swings in silken sarongs
summer retreats in change of scene.

among fleeting clouds flowers fade
fluttering branches in crimson glow
orange and brown in luminous shade
latticework of leaves...

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A new landscape presents itself upon waking.
Places that were dreams drift outward.
Past becomes present; stars earth; flight, a grounded stride.

I might assess these thoughts as if I have a choice -
as if I might climb...

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In the darkness of night,
I reach out my hand bliindly to touch your skin,
and find the soft, soothing, saving grace,
that soothes me.
I trace my fingers over your shoulder and down your arm,
to find your hand,
and...

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The day passes, same routine unhurried
While this body spirals of old age snail.
Energy movements and fade unworried
Point disembarkation, a blithe inhale.

Living forever at one time did grace.
Life driven dares in adolescent youth
Yielded sound as well...

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A latticework of frozen sky
sharply defines iced over arboreal statues,
sleeping tree-figures
now dressed in glittering white.

The fields are sunken in chill mists,
magpies forage through the stiff rags of scarecrows,
their black and white plumage
separating shadows from light.
All...

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