Long Orange tree Poems

I believed that I was rural … that I lived in country style,
where the city was close handy … that big distance was a mile.
Trains and buses ferried daily; a freeway ran close by …
comforts...

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Nobody lives in that house anymore
It was built to ridicule the poor
Nobody lives in that house anymore
They must have gone beyond the shore
The operator is no longer around
Greed has driven him out of the miserable...

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driving our kids west . . .
our past life vanishing in
the rear view mirror

I don’t recall many details about our move to California. My husband’s job had transferred him two states over to California where...

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The morning after I killed myself, I woke up.

I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a...

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Heart Washed Ashore

“The sun of my reason has set.  
My thoughts have set sail and 
My heart was washed ashore last night.
Take me to the bottom of the ocean. 
There, I will build you...

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Dear Neighbor, you know who you are.
You are a sweet neighbor and I know that
we have developed a friendship so rare...
You know a lot about me and I am finding
out a lot about you.
One day...

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Skirting church on Puig de Missa,
then down the slope towards the river,
St Eularia's Rui, with path that winds on to the sea.
Past the smelly goats, where poking little
fingers get nibbled, and goat-dribbled
through the fence. 

Billy...

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If you walk around our house…and I say this candidly…you probably wouldn’t give a second thought to some of the things you see.

You’d probably miss that piece of wood in the corner…if you walk by...

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In the hills of seven huts,
Where war is either a place or surname,
And dreams are translated into numbers,
And a number became a gambler's sad song,
I found God breathing through the pine trees.

Orchards in the hills...

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I am from bobby pins and countless bottles of Aqua Net hairspray.
From yellow blankets and pink satin, Russian Pointe shoes. 

I am from the yellow house with the brick red roof on the corner of...

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                               Evensong of Hope 


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Memories accumulate with each passing year
Some dark with anguish, some marked with cheer
I would like to stay focused on the smallest of things
For these are the ones I can keep in control
When everyday troubles have...

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My simple thoughts compounded leaves
The fruit of my labour I bear to thieves
The concentric circles in my bark at every stage
Hold me steady, firm as a rock of all ages

I’m a seed for juicy thoughts...

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In the wee hours,
When the wish hours of sleep flowers,
To computer games still sticking
And one’s satisfied lips licking;
A still irrepressible interest in understanding a movie
Or memorizing the lyrics of an American groovy
To the end follow...

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In the wee hours,
When the wish hours of sleep flowers,
To computer games still sticking
And one’s satisfied lips licking;
A still irrepressible interest in understanding a movie
Or memorizing the lyrics of an American groovy
To the end follow...

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After the sunrise
(At first the morning was clear)
The clouds drifted in

The last lilacs on the fence
Drop their petals to the ground

The signal changes;
Litter dances down the street
With a passing truck

Fanning herself as she walks
Between stores...

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CALIFORNIA CALLING 

Living my dream!
Surmounts any scheme.
It's like heaven on earth.
No long faces nor dirth.

When your decisions are 
where your heart is.
Love finds you, and your 
dreamy lightness.

That lightness of being works 
like magic for me.
Sitting...

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Round clutches of merriment, 
And contemplative fumes, 
Rattle the chiffonier of things past. 
Off-white memories are shaken out, 
Studied and delicately refolded for safe keeping. 

In the distance, the hues of evening, 
Drape gently across...

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Masters of Architecture

The air heavy with scent of August blossom
A warm and still day indeed!
Sitting by the lakeside
Watching fishes dance in the water

A twittering in the trees
Then captivated my attention
Above was a party of beautiful...

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       Ah, dearest Wordsworth, 
       what dost thou think?
       Of my meaningless poetry, 
   ...

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Close to what will be?
Choose the beginning and than the end
If true to his words, she will call on thee.

The beacon shows where to find the queen bee
And flowers full of nectar, blossoming on an...

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On return, first thing, I view
my garden with sleepy eyes.
Straight away, I summerise,
nothing died.

I pull a few offending weeds,
as I go along the paths.
New colours cream,lilac,red and yellow.
Daffidols bulbs that split in halves.

As I reach...

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In a bright and rosy room, with an open poetry book,
the red-haired lady voraciously reads verses,
perhaps that are about love that softens her look;
doesn't she, with a heavenly smile, show praises?


With her back gently leaning...

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The concrete jungle shines and gleams
All around shiny glass beams
And amid this dusty shimmering sea
Stands a lone orange tree

The fragrant flowers silently blooms
Seeking the warmth from the sun that looms
The birds have left and stopped...

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