Long Midmorning Poems

I left Friday midmorning for a weekend getaway
A four-hour jaunt to Aspen; just wanted to play
No purpose for the trip; just for the experience
New to Colorado, I desired to feel its sense.

If you would care...

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Patience is why I'm still here,
And of course you my dear.
You watch over me and help steer,
Me away from what was so near.
	You did it without any words spoken,
	I just had to look into your...

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Six blue jays converge at the birch
To sing their anomalous colloquial song,
They fashion a serene scene as they perch;
My mind so inclined to blindly sing along.

As I ponder their ways, in my midmorning daze;
I recall...

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A Renga:


Midmorning sunlight
White roses climbing the fence
Next to the driveway

On a Saturday in May
A rooster pecks at the ground

"It's in the details,"
The lawyer looks at the case,
Sifting evidence

Of geological time
Displayed on the canyon walls

Snow on...

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I come from a long line of tea drinkers
just plain orange pekoe tea
we went through many tea pots
have you ever seen tea cozies
they were meant to keep the pot warm
my mom was very particular about...

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The Odd Narrative 

Steamed up window my finger I paint a landscape,
 Mountain, forest and a lake; the peak cries into 
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In the morning
when the sun flash its first coysmile
behind the parting curtains of a sleepy sky
it rouse the world from harried slumber 
to the roar of monstrous machines 
and crawling cabs on congested streets
honking,hooting,swearing and...

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Down on the pier, the midmorning bright,
Thronged wives, husbands, lovers,
And sons, friends, young daughters,
All eyes perusing the grand and gray ship
In long-simmered hope of glimpsing one face,
One much-beloved grin, among antsy sailors
Arrayed in white jumpers...

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The Odd Narrative
Steamed up the window, my finger I paint a landscape,
Mountain, forest, and lake; the peak cries into
the lake becomes a vast ocean,
where trees made into wooden rafts floats
Midmorning, there is only an outline...

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Oops!

In our backyard five apple trees abide - harvest of red, yellow, green fruit our pride
Bushels of fruit overflow from their baskets - looks like nature this year blew a gasket.

Way too many apples for...

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Sucking on the light, midmorning
Frost clings to the window’s pane, twisted
Praise, adorning the silence – winds
Heavy as the slow rhythm, heartbeats
Rising from the daily chores, stirring awake
The little morsels of bitterness, ice
Welded to the glass...

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As lonely sighs drift across the mountaintops
Mists linger ‘til midmorning, caressing trees
It's evident that the temperature slowly drops,
For a chill is accompanying the August breeze.

Slight hints of color nestle in along the crown
As lonely sighs...

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lazy midmorning brunches
unexpected midday lunches
quiet candlelight dinners
walks in the park
simply holding hands
stolen kisses in the dark
clandestine afternoon delights 
orgasms all through the night
dressing up for a theater date
rushing to make cocktails at eight
watching an old...

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Autumn sky glows yellow against blue hue sky;
turns windy, rainy a long languorous day.
Swirls of fresh intoxicating aria.

midmorning showers 
rootless lingering rainbow~
scent of petrichor

Outdoors allure afresh, stunning once again.
Sun kissed fragrant richer fruitful harvest fields.
Woods...

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Two bees or not two bees, let say, a pair
of drones in love on their honeymoon
as long as daylight, tell me how you dare
to be so happy while the afternoon
already stretched the elongated shadows
of trees...

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If my right hemisphere
deep roots around in dreamy primordial emotions
longing to see morning's money sunlight,
to color early midmorning questions
green ideas
emerging bilateral conversations
dialogue about mystery 
and overly-commodified history,

Does my left hemisphere
emerge stems
stalking future leaves
then emerging fertile...

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“What was I thinking? I lost track of time.”
Running to the seaside home before the clock is nine
The water cooling from the heat of summer
Her feet are numb from the cool temperatures that plunder
Across the...

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Out where the blooming path comes to an end,
Along with wildflowers and Queen Anne's Lace,
A white sandy beach is waiting in the sunshine,
With a house so inviting at the day's primetime.
Seagulls are swooping and diving...

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My story begins in a fire, not the fire that burns and chars,
but a cold fire of depression, hotter than the sun beneath the equator

I lingered in limbo, devastated by the events about me
and then...

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Hyacinth and juniper
adorned in midmorning dew
alight the fields and meadow fair
as the dawn shimmers from you

Nature weeps with boundless joy
as the sun greets you with its morn
for you are as beautiful as the morning sky
from...

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