Long Noontide Poems

Yours truly embarks on wild goose chase after elusive pot of gold

alternately titled: incorrigible lottery dreamer
big plans to relocate self and spouse
to some tropical island paradise
by the dashboard light
(the above line credited
to musician named Meatloaf)
upon...

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I was in a love affair with art, which had lasted for most of my life,
As beauty graces bush tree and field, whenever hued blossoms are rife.

I started painting at a young age, and had...

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I was going to be late to work again, as it was one of those days,
When one small mishap after another, made for way too many delays.

Lateness had become a genuine problem, to a person...

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It was a late springtime day, and the bluebirds all were singing,
Outside the classroom window, while the bells all were ringing.

I had a lucky window seat, which afforded quite amazing views,
Of lovely natural colorings, the...

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Birdwatching had become for me, such pleasurable summertime hobby,
So I was often among the trees, young ones or those old and knobby. 

I chased rose finches at dawn, and the yellow warblers come noon,
Scarlet flycatchers...

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Mary was ten and she adored flowers, and she had three pretty sisters;
But, she never could make a garden grow; like stars, losing jade glitter.

Sisters Sarah, Martha and Alice spoiled Mary, for she was the...

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Ash Groves

“Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander 
When twilight is fading I pensively rove,
Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander 
Amid the dark shades of the lonely Ash Grove.
‘Tis there where the blackbird...

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What is this that I feel sighing within my breast?
What is this that I feel breathing within my chest?
What is this that I feel whispering up from my heart?
What is this that I feel murmuring...

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Whether a totally
tubular ordinary day, or...hmm...
perhaps at the
approach of yuletide,
one need not go

far and wide
across the webbed world
to experience being unified,
this quasi motto maxim of sorts
analogous to auld 

sanity clause trailguide
motivates me to 
seek if...

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Our Midnight The Unseen Within
        ( Collaboration )

Silent unto our sense, yet musical
With eternal harmony, they move
About our darkened vision, the beautiful ones,
Angels of destiny.

Pale with the dawn,...

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Your life through stages 
By Michelle Morris 
13/08/2020 

In the morning of your life,
You'll feel like you have
All the time in the world;
You'll be enthusiastic and 
Fearless, and without any
Limits unfurled...

Simultaneously, you'll be 
Surrounded by...

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As rushes meet the newborn sky
and dew damp moments briefly lie
upon a sleeping kingdom drawn
from quiet visions yet unquelled
and shaken dry by breaths of dawn. 

Serenity too quick dispelled
where silence just before had dwelled.
A tightly...

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Amid the stillness
   as racing time grinds to a halt,
      I watch the steady 
         hustle and bustle of noontide.
...

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Hattie L. Rogers

1844 – 1917


The playing cards of life are a stacked deck.
As soon as you begin to breathe
You begin to die and disintegrate.
All of the winners in life  
Eventually end up the losers.
You...

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Fly me to the moon
                              And...

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Silent unto our sense, yet musical
With eternal harmony, they move
About our darkened vision, the beautiful ones,
Angels of destiny.

Pale with the dawn, sun-golden with the noontide,
They mingle with our moments;
There is no sadness that they do...

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Steady thrums of May rain
   have soddened the evergreen earth,
    and peonies are in full bloom again. 
         Hallelujah! A sublime rebirth.

...

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Your feelings in a group of touring innocence
travel up North towards trust and sincerity
in sweet submissive care like a carefully rubbed suede.
You put day light into your entrapment
for noontide to go nonstop.

Caress from yonder, massage...

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We should've been sad 
         and blue, but strangely 
       we found ourselves caged 
      in...

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in 1122 I’ll fall to the ground for you
princess O princess of rosemary dew
you know it takes two
to tango fandango

Delia – heartbound; foundling born tired
forsaken vixen of dying light
a submarine ghost
a rose dale long closed
infidel...

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In big sky country,
Joe Schmo wanders off 
into the prairie at daybreak
with his rifle to hunt for
game birds. His dog fetching for 
ones he shoots out of the sky.

In big sky country,
a homestead family is...

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I love thee not but only when
in morning time the daisies sway,
and blackbirds trill and do convey
that dusk turns dawn to strive again;
like fragile boats that go astray
in wild and roaring boundless seas,
bit by bit...

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A look far $urface Iland place
I stay where mostly gone both 
Shells a part across swimed
Around Natureness Dawn grewed
Some seven Seas of Flowers and dirt
Whence soil fresh sent after Industries
Time wacthing new Years $urface spined
Hurricane...

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Now that as quickly descends the gloaming on us
It all seems dawn and the noontide is a blink.
Roused from a dreamy night, our faces set as the sun,
Our voices chirruped with the mellow rhythm of...

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Along shores and the rolling hills
Circles of lightnings keep their vigil
Thunder dressed in curtains of rain
Lashed by the giant Luma the great.

Red shades of the blood wood tree
Colouring the waters of twilight pools
In dreamtime where...

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