Long Morning glory Poems

The first soft snow: 
leaves of the awed jonquil 
bow low
—Matsuo Basho translation by Michael R. Burch

Come, investigate loneliness! 
a solitary leaf
clings to the Kiri tree
—Matsuo Basho translation by Michael R. Burch

The cheerful-chirping cricket
contends gray...

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Dusk-gliding swallow, 
please spare my small friends
flitting among the flowers! 
—Matsuo Basho translation by Michael R. Burch

A bee emerging
from deep within the peony's hairy recesses
flies off, sated
—Matsuo Basho translation by Michael R. Burch

That dying cricket,...

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Grasses wilt:
the braking locomotive
grinds to a halt
—Yamaguchi Seishi, translation by Michael R. Burch

Oh, fallen camellias,
if I were you,
I'd leap into the torrent!
—Takaha Shugyo, translation by Michael R. Burch

The first soft snow:
leaves of the awed jonquil
bow...

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The sunshine and singing birds, awoke me that fine day;
And warmth caressed my face, as the wrens began to play.

I stretched luxuriantly in my bed, while smiling broadly,
At the gaiety of beautiful summer, in all...

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In the May-time of my life
time bloomed each day a prickly boll –
but I, like the softest cotton within such a sharp seed  
swaddled in the purity of security 
for what seemed like eternity...

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...and the Demon spoke,
its voice deep and mellow like smooth satiny chocolate,
"There is more, much more than good and evil,"
the words thunderously whispered.
The verdant emerald green of the forest quivering at the sound,
drawing in upon...

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The Quality of Mercy.
A mouse doesn't ask for mercy from a cat. It can't meow the syllables.
Though its stomach is full, the cat,being unacqainted with mercy, 
will toy with a mouse. 
Does the tiny heart...

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My (bleeding) heart is filled to overflowing, 
To see any growing glad(iolus), garden glowing;
Each sun peached, (petunia) petaled delight,
Is frozen in precious moments of pure delight,
From bursting buds, to the spicy boom of blooms,
Nature is...

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My mother's name was Seraphine
A sadder child was never seen 
Her duty was to serve the table
Of newly widowed Mrs. Grable

Her husband Mr. Grable died
To keep the British gratified
For which the lady, born and bred
Was...

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CHILDREN OF THE SUMMER GARDEN

In the lazy days of summer
 When heat streams up in afternoons
Come into the season’s garden –
 Nature’s outdoor living room.

Early riser, blue Morning Glory vine
 Opens at dawn and sometimes...

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In a world where up is down, 
Left is right, 
And hot is cold. 
I find myself wandering a seemingly endless sidewalk. 
"Pick your poison"
I hear a loud voice boom. 
"Tweedle dope or tweedle drunk?"
As...

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Such sweet fragrance
though solitary bloom
abiding dreams in ruin
of unapt hopes to be hewn 

Through soil cracked 
and parched by thirst
reluctant tears fell harder
upon a seed of lingering hurt

Yet hope like sunlight warmed
under canopy of night
an...

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Hello my sister


I remember our school days
How i would wait for you
And sometimes i would forget my lunch. or my spending money
You would always give half of what you had
And i would do the same...

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Long slender tendril of mist in the morning
snakes slowly across the cool water, wandering,
endlessly,
searching, moving slowly, seemingly without purpose,
without direction, without destination.
It fades like a ghost into the shadows,
only to reappear when the filtered light...

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Helianthus annuus, heliotropic slow son dance

Stream of photons bathe
top heavy fountainhead of sunflower.

Analogous to Atlas
shrugging, hoisting, grappling...
with planet Earth, the heavyweight
discobolus buoyantly held aloft
upon robust stem
tracks the heavenly orientation
of said hypothetical nearest star.

This immense distance,
nonetheless...

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In remembrance of a time
Myself, unknowingly was formless and empty
Darkness blocking out the light
Consumed of worldly chaos.
Then one day the light was revealed
Now being  able to look back in my life seeing God 
Was...

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Behold her in her passion
Could someone tell me who she is?
A woman from the east Pride of Barbados sent to entice men.
a Woman in her prime with a beautiful body.
So beautiful like the morning glory.
It...

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The petal opens with a smile filling the room with its succulent fragrance and absorbing the radiant light with the stillness of the night and the shadows running down the wall really make you look...

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"Come closer, you kids, let me tell you a story:
now you all see that there morning glory? Well
that was the blue of this little boy's eyes, born
right in this village; they named him Eli."

"Those eyes...

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Wordsmith's worst nightmare

fortunately thwarted courtesy 
mine tall tale telling flair.

Mine irretrievable brilliant masterpiece...
all for naught after mental cogs and wheels
I did apply creative juice metaphorical grease
regarding tour de force pièce de résistance writing
forever lost to...

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MID-SPRING

It is mid-May,
Mid the welcome of spring’s changes all
Over the norther hemisphere;
Amid still growing joy with strolls through
Parks and fields, admiring the all
   Of after Winter,

And here, still growing in our own ways,...

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“A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in–what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.”
          ...

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Spring Flowers 


Another day she floated by so silently and poetically so graciously
Brightened each day quite magnificently as she held blossoming Begonia's
Captivated and enthralled by what nature smelled like sweet carnations
Daringly she held the intoxicating...

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Allow The Dawn To Wake Us

I would write words for you, dipped in beauty and gold
my heart would burst for you, if it were just that bold;
with you, our romance cries out, for an eight...

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ADAM LOVES TO DOUBT

The hand of man touched the mind of God,
And the word became flesh!                   ...

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