Long Nosegay Poems

This is the story of my life,
So filled with joys and strife;
This is the story of my days--
Through countless doorways!

This is the story of my dream--
And of my shimmering moonbeam.
This is my brief tale of...

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Holly Day Cheer, Oy Vey

Lemme breathe smoke free air, okay
devoid of exhaust from swarm
(bajillion) enroute without delay
Santas Clauses gas guzzling 
hybridized motorized sleigh,
coordinating global deliveries, 

via GPS devices with weather proof inlay, 
nor without the...

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pick a rose
pick a posy
posy of snowdrops
posy of violets
violets bright purple
violets to spray
spray the flowers
spray softly misty
misty blue eyes
misty cloudy days
days with laughter
days with tears
tears of gladness
tears of sadness
sadness in death
sadness for grades
grades to record
grades...

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Cresento Canta                               


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Thou art my mistress,my fantasy,and my craving
Thou art my imperial,my masterpiece,my wealth, and treasure 
Thou art sunshine and silvery that doth enliven dismal heart 
To the sparkling stars I shall compare thee
Your beauty with beauteous,luminous,and...

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Bloom or bouquet or bunch or bare brief buttonhole,
Fresh or full-blown or nosegay or fresh posy role;
Flowers blossom in saucy slimy silkiness,
Seek them to be the same, is senile silliness.

Red-necked Tanager cannot be Mandarin duck,
Let...

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I walked into the shaded forest
seeking comfort from my fears.
On a blanket of soft green moss,
I lay down and shed my tears.

I gathered a handful of tiny flowers.
among the bees, who seemed at play.
Was then...

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O dear mother, you have left me, on one of those deep and dark winter nights. When the chilling wind from the northern frozen waste came by the window of 
your heart and violently shook...

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Am I allowed to court you with many a lovely look,
Like Paris throwing an apple for you, my reader?

Sweet Fancy`s Fairy, sitting by this dear stanza- brook,
Am I allowed some pretty nothings for you, my...

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Felicity, when there is melancholy,
is a feat most peculiar.
Likewise, smiles are parallel to joy
while frowns are perpendicular.

To promote happiness
allows "the pent" to unwind.
Their health will become in the pink
and better longevity they will find.

Elation and...

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Ranks of glossy printed editions
squeezed into a concertina of space.
The acrylic smell of new books
is cordite to my nose.

Then in softer contrast,
the musky ambiance of the old and well-thumbed,
a well used dust on dust-covers.
A tactile...

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Music is always loved,
every piece that is heard, felt.
And yet I can play none,
not a chord, not a note.

Art is always stunning,
every piece that is studied, beheld.
And yet I can produce none,
not a drawing, not...

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But, who feels the hush of future-in-the past?
A rabbit in the bush, his heart when he’d greet
The lover’s smile, at little distance, at the last,
To see that Nature's charms would be so sweet;
With an orange...

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A nosegay is just a bunch of flowers 
The 'Gift' is a bunch of special powers
A day is just twenty-four hours
Lemons and limes are a pair of sours

A poem is a group of words that...

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I hold the rainbow and an arrow, for you, my reader;
The thrill of good  tomorrow for you, my reader;

The butterfly of happiness will fly from our book
To find a reason and a certitude, for...

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Pretty forget-me-nots in month of May
Visited by faeries ever so bright
Honored by fireflies into the night
Gorgeous corsage made from sweetest nosegay
Admired by the prettiest of fey
Healthy plants twinkling with all of their might
Her red knock...

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child-like eyes I look at the waving flowers
only ones as blue as this can be called the cornflower
resplendent in any bouquet loved by many artists,
noted favourite of Dutch painter Johannes Vermeer
fields of cornflowers make everyone...

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Tomorrow is another lovely day,
For June brings bright flowers in profusion,
Lilies, pinks, and greens compose a nosegay
Or roses she'll get without confusion.

For June brings bright flowers in profusion,
Will she welcome my most fragrant bouquet?
Or roses...

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Soft baby's breath in prim nosegay
abandoned in a parking bay.
A whispered message left behind; 
perhaps a gesture was declined?
An assignation underway?

Meet me, my dear, floor three, bay A;
I'll leave you there a small bouquet;
you know...

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