Long Mallow Poems

I don't know how it started

But it's an annual event

But I don't think that an egg hunt

Is the best way to present

The story of our saviour

Chocolate eggs you go and find

I don't think that's the...

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Earth         was a perfumed garden
residing in a single                   ...

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Bright Star

There are two kinds of people in this world, there are Hummers and there are Nails. You decide which one you choose to be.
Mallow, soft, smooth and sweet. A type of heart that speaks...

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I am Andy; I love candy. I sell candy too.
Come and see the many candies that I have for you.

You can buy some chocolate in boxes or in bars.
Snickers is the very best. Here is...

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There’s an old river course with beginning and end,
now the river runs straight without this river bend,
where the water is still and the reeds do grow strong.
New life has taken over in a billabong.

The mat...

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I vividly remember my childhood days,
we had a small garden,
in which we grew marsh mallow,
butterflies would sit on them.

Moment I woke up, I would run to them,
to see how many flowers had bloomed 
Oh! The...

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I met him often, when he was young, like a pride palm tree,
He charmed and hypnotized his cobra, and made him wave, free;
His puffed flute fit into his mouth, making mallow music,
The crowd hailed his...

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  "Above all I must have flowers, always and always."

                        ...

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The conversation between ego and heart..
One day, 
my ego and my heart sat together,
to have a conversation.
They had a chat,
On what’s more mad,
Either the egoistic ego,
Or the heartening heart.
My ego started to speak when heart...

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True noises from outside 
deep in the night of winter,
snow geese cadence call too
shake some sense of me.
Summon me to remember who I am, 
Bid me to evoke who I was.
 
I see fire in...

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She watched her move
	The potted Chinese Hibiscus inside,
	Sliding it over the not yet frozen ground,
	Hefting it slowly over the six wood back steps,
	Resting and breathing,
	Hands on hips.
	Each year she would think of helping.
	But she didn’t...

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Mother buried hacked-up carp beneath 
pink rose mallow. She knew the filthy cats 
would come. A balled-up dirty rag 
and coffee tin of smelly kerosene 
were garrisoned behind a red berry twistwood. 
Mother would hide...

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Once, a little Spanish girl 
was given a "regalo" - 
a dainty little potted plant, 
a purple-petalled mallow. 

She set it in a sunny spot, 
beneath a southern window, 
re-housed it in an iron pot...

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She sat by the river facing the crimson sky 
watching the birds fly towards the coral sea 
sitting prettily on a blanket of lavender tie-dye 
she ate her tangerine contentedly  as can be 

Accoutered...

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Admit That Trump Is Unfit

Are things about Trump we must admit,
Which is brain and body are both unfit;


Big belly sticks out when he does sit.

Jim Horn

Trump Himself Likes To Hallow

Trump himself he does like to...

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Marmalade Trees

Let me tell you this little story
Of just how the world began,
It happened last October
With an explosion or big bang.

Treacle oozed from open cracks,
Honey flowing o’er hills and vales.
Marmalade trees and lemon curd,
Spawned tartlets...

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Aunt Elf is brewing a Halloween treat,
something wicked, and ghoulishly special to eat.
Flesh of lizards and roaches and frogs, egad!
Aunt Elf has mixed  them all into a salad. 

A cauldron simmering way  back...

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      Sugar paper petals rippable Hibiscus
      Musk sap via jungle civet melts to jelly 
      Turkish Delight icing, licked clean...

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He is beyond the horizon, his heat is present in the sun,
His feet are being washed unceasingly by the unceasing ocean.
He sing with the chirping birds, and colour the fickling butterflies,
The flowers bloom with his...

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SCENES OF A CARELESS BOYHOOD

The sound of water,escaping dams
willows,old rotten planks,slimy
posts,brickwork,old timber props
wet ditches,sedges and silvery nets
towpaths without gates,horses that
tow barges collared with crimson fringe.

Wheat and thatched cottages and cornstacks
grasses in flower,bogrush bulrush and
teazle,so tall.Bindweed,wild...

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Desert Botanical Garden - Phoenix, AZ

Come and find me in this garden;
   I know not where the hours go.
Palm fronds brush against my cheek –
   Lone toadstool, blush of mallow.

They say...

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Let me leave the fabric spinning off "social lubricant."
Or the amino acid that alters brain attention
the alert, attentive, calm, cumulative jubilant
I attain at a cup of tea is beyond all mention.

There's a thrill when shades...

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Teardrops, petals, ruffles and lace,
on my summer day walk, I slow my pace.
Beautiful, yellow gossamer balls of Dandelion,
white blooms drooping on a growth of Campion.
Underneath a tree grows vivid Periwinkle and Nettle,
and beside a flowing...

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JUST NEAR HERE
Follow the track ,with the scenic view
through  beechchwood, common heath
with grassy scrub and clumps of gorse,
in yellow garb;Amble shaded lanes
to wayside pubs .‘Cross meadow gates 
and stile ,contemplate ,or, sit awhile
as daisy,buttercup,and...

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The bird in the meadow is flying so low
Trying to soar the widest field of mallow
“Looking for something on the ground?”
“Tweet,tweettiit tweet!” I heard a crying sound

What are you searching, my little friend?
“Tweeet, tweet, tweet…...

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