Long Mulched Poems

As winter hazes of January spraying
While I was meditating on how
To write this riveting poem which
Seemed to be for someone who
I never cast in my sight.
Despite her name is not an odd in me
But I...

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My daughter and I have started working out
at a local gym.We have done water aerobics
and ever the over achiever I decided to try
Zumba as well.It will be fun ,I convinced myself.
I love dancing and it...

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I recall similar signs and notices
of ironic appeal:

"We have a zero-tolerance policy against bullying"
ripped and torn,
and is that a dried yellow yolk stain?

"This is a NO GUNS neighborhood"
surrounded by a lot
vacant except for weeds
mulched in...

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When I first planted trees I thought it was for shelter 
From the ocean gales blast, and the wild rain lashing rain. 
I needed to help them, so I built up some fences.
I needed to...

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Words After New Year

The words are dwindling now
but they will come again
in time, towards this year
with the purity of silk strewn
through a ring.
I will wait for the words 
because unlike politics
these things have to be...

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All around mountains stare down,
Dwarfing Bleancwm with a silence,
Our Brockway walk is to begin,
Unusually no song  birds to sing!
The steep incline to the top,
Plenty to look at, while the legs stop,
Waterfalls, horse medows, rocks,
Plenty to...

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A tree stood strong, fruity and healthy
on fertile soils of a volcanic landscape
a fairy forest ranger nurtured it on honey
and mulched it with jam and ice-cream
three beautiful fragile branches developed
but forest ranger was happy, self-conceited
birds...

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The happiest day of October 
was the one when she wore her little red hat 
Off to the woods we went hand in hand like songbirds in flight; 
The sun in all its glory spilled...

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My uncle took me fishing.
He’d smoke his favorite briar
Stuffing the cherry blend in with stubby
Welsh fingers more suitable for digging coal,
Than compacting mulched tobacco leaves.

A line taut between his index finger and his thumb,
He took...

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Mulched in latent sunshine, the language of trees speak to me softly, 
like the first gentle rain of May.  Drenched in full dew the Marigolds 
concealed from the heat scorches of July, thrives in...

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Peeling splintered wood,
rust and creeper - a door.
When pushed, it dragged on the ground,
opening a gap just enough for a boy
to slip through.

Inside, partly mulched newspapers, 
their edges still dry enough
to flap in the wind.
There...

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MESSAGES



Aerial non-electronic e-mail  -
Leaves are messages to the ground,
Sad messages saying how life in the airy realm
Was so full and how the life down there 
Seems to be going to be so empty;

Yet also...

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Origami gifts fledglings multiple 
         Stork sling incubates infant hatchery
         Holds pine seed offspring horticultural
    ...

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Locked inside a summer dream that never ends 
I am a breathing tree, a pushing flower, a seedling 
Hemmed in by a sun that shines and never spends, 
I am a rose in a garden,...

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Quote: I don't want a perfect life I want a happy life 

Children tumbling out of bed 
coffee dripping from my old faded percolator 
Stockings hanging from the shower curtain 
mother's laughter from across the...

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Shivering perplex trees' leaves blowing in the wind
Ground and mulched by some others get away
Purpose and clutter a chore for us to do
Put on a list of servitude for that very day
Dried and tattered ripped...

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Peeling splintered wood,
rust and creeper.
When pushed, it dragged on the ground,
opening a gap just enough for a boy
to slip through.

Inside, only foundations and rubble
partly mulched newspapers,
their edges still dry enough
to flap in the wind.
Dead pigeon...

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Morning thoughts of you roses full of dew 
gardens full of summer love, sweet romance  
here inside your arms we rebirth brand-new 
like the morning sun when it starts to dance 

Aborning sunlight cortef...

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We’re living 
in a pesticide era.
Existence is in poison.

Peasants are persuaded.
Their minds are mulched
with chemical thoughts.

Vegetable gardens are gruesome.
Not green, but 
a toxic shade of death dominates.

Even deep purple grapes 
in the vineyards
don’t tempt birds.

Nostalgic...

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Night roses dipped in purkinje, tendencies of blue 
lost inside this dream I urge the winds to carry me 
onto the hammocks of the night where antic roses lie,  
moonlit soaked and mulched aside...

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Walking on sunlight, spongy and soft like the grass 
sauntering on the moon, blue cushioned bounces of joy 
stepping on stars, silver bursts of happiness all around 

flying with eagles, notorious wings of power and...

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Turnabout Woods blooms in the beetle plowed pulp.
Living there in the tenancy of the sun
golden butterflies make their home.

At times they visit small cottage gardens
to write romantic novels,
pages that appear sporadically
on the underside of toadstools.
At...

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I'm going back to April,
going to watch Spring chew through winter,
watch the sun,
rake over the dead heaps of the thawing.

I may have to take a night train to get there.
April is way back behind the...

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Christmas trees, some quite superb,
All sit neglected, at the curb.
They’d graced somebody’s living room
‘Til needles cried out for a broom.

Then they were stripped and dragged out, bare,
Just like the owners didn’t care.
Their ornaments were boxed...

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This may be the week 
   when autumn is undone.
That black and cold gray dark sky
   dampens the atmosphere and lies heavy on the leaves.
Colors fade and bland the trees 
...

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