Long Lobelia Poems

seasons keep m o v i n g 
 and s w i r l i n g
memories keep f l o w i n g 
and s h i f t i n g
through...

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CHILDREN OF THE MIDSUMMER GARDEN

Dreamy midsummer comes to the garden
 Leaving her perfume so intoxicating
Colors float up – bounce like a fountain
 Autumn comes soon – a lady-in-waiting.

What can you say about fragrant Rose?
 So...

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Cover me in feathery down,
warmth against winter chills and frozen  ground
leave me to sleep in deep refrain,
until tidal waves recreates my home again.

Step, step, stepping in deep snow,
Hobnail boot prints in trailing go. 

Full...

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MARGUERITE’S    CHARMS

Rainy day finally gave way to intermittent sun -
Walked out with camera before rain should return,
And fell in love, mesmerized, helpless, captivated.
Stopped at garden with waist-high iron railings, riveted,
And its flowers...

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     Roads of gold and gates of pearl are thoughts solidified, finding resting place here, 
having been purified, first, in a trial by fire- 
in the bulwarked organ 
of love's pineal...

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This global pandemic causes confusion from social isolation.
In a virtual world without human touch - there will be irritation.

When burdens of life, echo like chunks of tumbling rubble
mind is misplaced in intense injustice - inflicting...

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Devotion floats in the
silence of heartbeats -
only lovers savor and devour.

I crawled to her
like a caterpillar.
Cradling in her cocoon -
her vision transformed
me into a butterfly.

She is a love -
for whom
I've left behind
a trail of petals...

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Plant a seed of hope, courage,
     strength, patience and love
     Dig a big hole in the garden of your thoughts
     Cover well with...

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TIME FOR A VACATION

It is my wife’s lifelong dream, a fairytale place a magic land :
The  small village of Rye  in Sussex , in southern England.

This is the heart of England, its bosom...

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Poor Ruby Hummer looks confused,
searching for her favorite feeder.
It was right there when it last was used,
in September, in the cedar.

Above the Bee-balm and Lobelia,
in my pollinator garden,
so sorry, Ruby, yes I feel ya,
and I...

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#fly

I'm looking so fly
even groovy she says
in threads
from the retro store

#embrace #nonet

Let the night enfold our sacred bond
where shadows softly play for us,
suspending time in moments 
of our blissful wishes
and tomorrow dreams~
why must daylight 
then...

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Oh let me leave
Everyday life
And just dream
Of my garden
Beneath the snow
Oh the yellow
Flowers growing
Vibrant blues
Inspirational
Winter dreaming
Such beauty
Considerations
To different shapes
And textures
Planting colors
Mass harmony
Bright red
Tulips and pansies
Phlox-  dusty miller
Woven together
Waves of color
Verbena trailing
Lobelia purple
Different heights
Wild as...

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I filled a small trench that yielded fresh water.
Built as a serpentine and with a sharp corner.
A small waterfall sang a melodious sound,
A lulled sleepiness induced when it hit the ground.


On each side of the...

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My soul yearns to wander in a poetic garden,
not to remain hidden under overgrown weeds.. (the poet)

Rumi says; "It is rain that grows flowers not thunder."
Some bloom like roses, some like poppies_
spreading verdant, vibrant and...

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