Long Nasturtiums Poems

“Before The Firing Squad”



the firing squad 
came dressed
in faux smiles

the intervention cake 
was spoon fed, like honey,
by mother superior

to the lesser bee,
with self-righteous
magnanimity

she wore the badge
Devil’s Advocate, proudly,
without any clear authority

casting bloodied 
nasturtiums around the...

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"Books and Covers"



"Books and Covers"

"Covers and Books"

"Stories and Lovers"

"Lovers and Stories"

"Some Time It Took"

"Spinning Wheels Spinning"

"Needles Pricking Thumbs"

"Agatha and Daphne"

"Danvers is Rebecca's Mum"

"Casting Fishing Hooks and Aspersions"

"Bewitching Hour"

"Drinking Potions of Lovespell's Nasturtiums"

"Lost Love Woods" 

"Hidden...

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I was a productive, proficient painter, long captivated by the manifold colors,
An infinite parade of hues and intensities, like tales of a thousand summers.

I worked daily at this irresistible passion, which made long, golden hours...

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I was an illustrious, nuclear physicist, and I was studying the strong force,
Holding together building blocks of all atoms, as stars hold to their course.

That force joins roaming quarks, which neutrons and photons are made...

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hummingbirds are God's gift to us . . . 
          with their unique "flight" -   their agile hovering and darting
   some with...

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Ignatius Sprout pushed himself to the surface

As he was the foremost elected leader

Followers, Bamber, Gottre, Bovis and Night

were all reluctant to escape their prison

None could remember how or why they were trapped

Bamber's head popped out,...

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The bark was almost the color
of charcoal and too rough 
for a boy to grip and hold on
to climb without bare skin 
being grazed and scraped
back to bloodied welts.
The trunk was scabbed in gum
oozed out...

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Modest Russian flowers 

Are blossoming on my balcony

In the summer:

Geraniums, camomiles, small roses, 

Carnations, nasturtiums and a decorative string bean.

It is my tiny garden

Under the roof of the twelfth floor of the house.

But the sun

Every...

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In the knife-edged saw grass
a fawn high-steps behind
his mother's tail
With an eerie whoop,
a rusty- winged chicken
warns them away from
his purloined roost
Renegade rooster on the lamb,
flapping his wings until feathers
fly like snowflakes - he caroms
from branch...

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Zoning by micro-climates my
Yards' spaces, and then
Xeriscaping them to conserve
Water because of the drought, I can
Visualize neat straight furrows
(Under colorful vines
Trailing red, green, and purple grapes)
Saturated with various seedlings:
Radishes, squashes, sprouts, etc.
Quietly absorbing sunlight, and
Pushing...

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Asking neither names, nor historical periods, Clio draws wide circles of popular masses around square lonelinesses. What's all this noise about? A rich man’s circumference is longer than a pauper’s one! Down with circumference! Fortunately,...

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IN THE GAZEBO

Pansies    nasturtiums    lilacs
May or June
That mixed aroma in the breeze
And the great sky-flower

There is an elegant    white pavilion distant
With spruce and willow trees
So perfectly...

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Rain, I adore, I impatiently wait for,
Like a wife awaits her husband from war.

Sloshing, splashing scintillating drops,
Soothing my skin with hopes
along with my smudged heart,
Rain, my first love, my sweetheart.

Laying on the gullible grass,
Staring at...

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In cupped hands you hold a world of scented butterflies
where time hangs from a golden thread spun with tears and night
where nasturtiums grow from seeds of laughter 
and there is warmth over the rainbow.

In cupped...

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Indian Summer

The poppy said "No",
The nasturtiums said "Wait"
The seedlings were jumping at the gate;

"We have to get through Winter first,"
The old oak spoke, and everyone burst.
The pansies nodded in assent,
With a great deal of sentiment.

He...

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Bright red geraniums 
light up my balconies
Foxgloves exquisite in peach
Sunflowers smile at me all the while
Nasturtiums tiptoe in between
in all shades of orange and auburn and red 
Whilst sweet smelling lavender 
so beautifully blue...

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When the intellect was 
defiling the unwritten book;
     half-read, you reach for epiphancy.

Why you had to kill yourself 
on the swing, before reaching- 
    the peak ? Searching...

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