Long Orangey Poems

I'd risen from my bed quite early, in the pale silent sunshine,
And I thought to have a day out, and not waste summer's prime.

The world still was sleeping, but the bluebirds sang a tune,
And blooms...

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I will admit I was a tightwad, though that fact shames me now,
As never changing mountains, often colorful mists will allow!

I never meant to be unkind, but only endeavored to be practical,
Like the moon exiting...

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I was awakening from my dreams, in search of an orangey sun,
As dreamers had always done, since warm vibrancy of day one.

I was emerging from fine silken coverings, in the usual way,
For wild places beckoned...

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I was a fashionable interior decorator, beautifying comfortable, loved homes;
And selecting wall paints, fabrics and furniture, like the sparkle of gemstones.

I worked closely with eager owners, for their wildest, dream homes to occur,
Like clusters of...

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I was an eminent, solar physicist, like the blushing rose, craving renown.
Each butterscotch morning I drove to work, and toiled until red sundown.

The observatory was the place I loved, keeping watch on our nearest star;
Like...

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A road to nowhere

A picturesque scene of trees turning bare


Fresh autumn scents filling the air

And a young woman on a journey traveling from here to there

 

With a slow, steady pace and tapping shoes

She...

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Well I don't want to even think about the world today
I'd rather take a little break and make a way to play
When end to ending has no end well then my friend retreat
To find a...

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Late August evening’s high
   the sun set easing in deep and low
   loitering and hanging in the north western sky
   barely giving light to the world below.
A mix of...

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There are brief moments in the autumn sunset
when strange and eerie shadows creep along the grass;
it sets an indefinable color scheme of yellow green hues
that peek a hidden fear of oncoming night.

The sun slips in...

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Outside my window is a papaya tree,
loaded with fruits mostly green
awaiting maturity for consumption
while smaller ones ripen from corruption.
One papaya fully matured almost yellow,
camouflaged by leaves and nature 's halo.

Ever noticed that the papaya when...

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DAWN


                          ~It's 5:40 am....
I can hear all types of birds...

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My vacuum cleaner’s broken, 
sits in the garage gathering dust 
Beside dad’s old green car,
oxidising an orangey rust
I tried washing it last week, 
and the water turned to wine
Well the colour miraculously looks,
venetian turpentine 

World...

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Aboard the event train I watched over the undulating scenery ahead. 
Whose eyes see into shadows ogling the unknown
What a basically exhilarating time indeed.

What other panorama undresses before admiring glances.
Evening skies in many orangey shades...

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I bid farewell to pristine auroras
upon the backdrop of a still clear sky
Venus rising from the distance,
the harbinger of light and shadow.
Intricate shades of pink sprawled 
across the arhed span
like strands beneath a canopy white...

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The neighborhood convence store
was always good for necessities and more
Together I would walk with my dad
and to get a smile and make me glad
A bag of jellybeans he would add
to whatever it was my mother...

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"Wistful/Wishful: sometimes if a word can ever be realized, just an 'alphabet' change will suffice," ... by the Poet

The coconuts have gone awry,
and its fronds they seemed to deny,
their stumped stilts beaches pierce the sky,
an...

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Fairies Stroke's Of Luck

Traipse taffaria fairies, comps citrine
fragrances, tis thirty orangey glean
plucked days hath November, foundation blend,
paints its labored autumns rests, well-earned friend.

Forbade naught tis these pristine fairies, gifts
kids pain brief, gather teeth hid neath...

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On the stone whitebeige border of a bridge over the Seine,
  she rests her two arms, her body leaning on her outer forearms;
  the tearlet longlaced white ruffles on her longsleeved dark skyblue...

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I've been writing poems for three years now. I didn't write any before that. I just found a notebook from 20 years ago and this poem was in it. Evidently I wrote one poem for...

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Scented Leaves

Flowery fragrance sorts divisive airflow and cooperates amidst plethoric aubergines that bathe breathlessly, brushing raised exemplars of strewn unfurled chartreuse fronds, lain in the wake of humble pattered feet enthralled in its tangy betrothed...

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My first spreadsheet went without a hitch
I'm delighted with everything I’d achieved,
but my new computer develops a glitch -
I'm distraught and feel very aggrieved!

My spreadsheet file has just disappeared,
my hubby Peter hears my loud scream
A...

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It was a sizzling summer of electric blues and vibrant hues 
in  a garden full of flowers inked in plushy spanking reds 
a wall of buttress wood splashed with vines of green 
a purple...

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I entered my dream amidst a lavender grassy plain
I realised looking up that the skies are not the same
Orange to yellow patterns as if in cotton wool collage
Blood red horizons in compass as I view...

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Hooray! Autumn's on full display;
my favorite season of all
is the grand pageantry of Fall.

I feel just like a child at play,
trading my tee-shirt for long-sleeves
and jumping in piles of dry leaves.

Fall is a seasonal bouquet
and...

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A brevity trails

of life's bounty, engaging

the elements nigh,

be they neath, be they

sides, be they all around, starts

of a summer June

saffron breaths of warmth, 

ochered until the leaves...

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