Long Linden Poems

Mother nature oh! Rose of roses!
Mother of all flowers' and smell,
Ylang Ylang! You don't know what it causes!
An aphrodisiac turns you on like hell!

Sandalwood with its masculine warmth poses,
Rosemary clears the head, you can tell,
Peppermint...

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Unquotable quotes: Paris, the last week of the August reprieve – XXXV
 Part One                     ...

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Sun setting over the dark green fringe of a shivering lake on the last day of winter
An old man still unbent sits on a deserted wooden bench
   with the load of his cares...

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—Our days of no beginning and no end—

When a giant thinker who wandered in the wilderness of meditation 
for a long time came to find himself, leaped over a wall that was built 
for a...

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Spring

A refresh of rain, falling down on them all
Un-quenching each leaf with tilt refrain
Linden shaped blossoms in spring do install
Such beautiful heaven that no one can maim
 The burst of an orange, a tulip in...

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I thought I had gotten away from this part of my childhood,
but I turned at lettuce and ran into my cousin Linden
in the grocery store last Thursday.
He was delighted and dragged me back to their...

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La Isla del Encanto
			   (El Poema del Linda)

There was no Elizabethan
Changing of eyes
On the Isle of Enchantment;
No sudden moment of charm or bewilderment.
Rather, came a delicate awakening
Like soft dawn rising over groves
Redolent of...

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So we matured, mama, but, it feels that we are still ever-lasting and it seems,
That time smoothes, levels out our movements but it sharpens our faces and our whims
We’re no longer gun powder and honey,...

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As I lay me down to sleep, I start to sink and sink and sink and sink.
My body sinks, but my mind reminds.
I hope it doesn't lead me astray.
My inner shadow sees it go.
It seeps...

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Lament

Brooding days,
     Vanquished in the unconnected gloom,
            Shower frost,
Standing watch at dawn to pierce the morning
With an artic tempest,
Swirling ‘cross...

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Unter den Linden 


I have a soft spot for the German language
 when a toddler, I had free access to a military camp where they had enormous horses and let me sit on top of...

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Through whispers that furrow the silence, the cursing horn sounds,
Over plains of shadow the dusk of night descends all around.
Hyperion of night glows with embers beneath lids of silver light,
In silence watches over sparse poplars,...

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The spring flowers blossom
The song of nightingale is awesome
The mother is feeding a baby with milk from her bosom
Soon the baby is a child happy intelligent but not full of wisdom

Summer is here and young...

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Die in the Yellow Night

Like tired shades, I walked 
While the sun stumble in its footsteps! 
  
I know that the long-distance will shrink
When the horizon absorbs it all!
I was alone, and there was...

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About many famous cities we can talk:
London, Paris, Naples or New York,
But when you walk along Odessa
You will love our principessa
If you are wise enough and not a bore.

The fact is such,
The fact is such:
There’s...

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This was my Home where I Grew up many Moons ago.

I Shared an Abundance of Great Memories at 133 Linden Drive in Fairmont, Minnesota.

My Father, Mother, and Brother All Shared in my Growth and Joy.

I...

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I'd a walk a miles in life
                            I'd...

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The carriage with Mr. Mihai Eminescu
Is heard passing through the streets of Ia?i.
But, Lord, what a long journey it has made,
How pale and weary he seems to be!
And what is happening, Lord, in the sky...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Four

Lovers stroll down her nubile spine blithely to pubic isle
Where under linden boughs and mulberry spread connive smile
Old and young keep parading swathed in bundles of fur wear
While...

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Gold fields expand softly in front of an eye of a dreamer
Sweet flag near bulrush ancient ballad will murmur
In the water dam is built by hard working beaver 
The all seeing falcon will fly through...

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Written: February 27, 2024
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Dwindling diamond daub, an amber
glittering glow
diaphanous verism of glass 
and yet…
wreathed in wisteria-washed linden
a glimpse of
moon-pearled butterflies
fluttering...

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His face swinging from ear to ear
A bemused smile lighting up
           His gander gait
Under the burlap mop
        ...

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Ah! To be a child again and from worry to be free,
To mimic Mister Squirrel and scamper up a tree!
God made trees for climbing by little girls and boys,
And to build a treehouse in, is...

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THE MAGIC OF HONEY
IS IN THE AIR.
HONEY BEES,
ARE EVERYWHERE.

AROUND THE WORLD.
BLOSSOMING TREES.
YOU'LL FIND BUSY
HONEY BEES.

AMBROSIAL FLOWERS
OF COLORS AND SHADES.
WHERE HONEY BEES,
ARE BUZZING  AWAY.

OVER A THOUSAND,
DIFFERENT HONEY'S,
SOME SO RARE,
THEY'RE LOTS OF MONEY.

SOME ARE SMOOTH,
SOME ARE...

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It happened quickly, not three full days
after the last sturdy leaf of the
flowering linden tree surrendered to
late fall winds.

Snowfall, lots of it. Over a foot
the first time. Shoveling, digging out,
slow traffic, and all those school...

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