Long Perennials Poems

Cascading off the winter chill
leaving warmth wherever it traces
the edge of the daffodil, tulip or crocus
spring shines its brilliant rays across
the windowpane that mirrors the friendly praise
coloring the seals with such sweet appeal 

lavender lilacs...

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Cascading off the winter chill
leaving warmth wherever it traces
the edge of the daffodil, tulip or crocus
spring shines its brilliant rays across
the windowpane that mirrors the friendly praise
coloring the seals with such sweet appeal 

lavender lilacs...

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Emma’s Garden

Flowers of infinity descendants of Divinity florals displaying on Earth
Within their symmetry of exotic imagery guiding love and light to birth
Botanical beaming with Delphian dreaming swaying Oracles of mirth
Upon roses bleeding crimsons meaning pricked...

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Everyday living becomes more of a truculent battle;
Where survival stands in the way of my living.
While Instinctively trying to live.
I need eyes in the back of my head,
while scratching out a meager existence.
Predators pulling us...

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Coming To The Garden

Long-lost secrets at Misselthwaite Manor.
Mistress Mary moves from self-centeredness to
self-awareness, leading to self-healing.
This tale's secret seems simple but not so.
A space to sense one's spiritual serenity,
children seek silence in a stillness place...

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ESCHATOLOGICAL

Everyday living becomes more of a truculent battle;
Where survival stands in the way of my living.
While Instinctively trying to live.
I need eyes in the back of my head,
while scratching out a meager existence.
Predators pulling us...

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SURSUM CORDA 

(for Ruth and Clement Mc Cormack, 
Bridgton, Maine)

“Come see us, we’ll talk about the job."

you were convalescent, generous, 
and anxious to get your hands moving
into the garden among the buds and birdsong 
ready...

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As Artists Touching an Audience - Thoughts on Creating


Beyond the full experiencing and aims of the creative process in all genres, there are the results, the “made” productions, the works, ready to be sent 
out...

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Who are you most longing to become?

How we answer this is different for an ancient rooted tree
than for a recent immigrant
searching for a niche of stable self-sufficiency.

Who we already have become together
feels more important to...

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Garden Oasis

Amongst the bees and the hummingbirds, I find my peace in my garden oasis.
My thoughts become sorted, by the peaceful purpose of eliminating weeds
The enemies of my soul.
We all have our place in the...

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October

Late morning light that casts a slanted path from Eastern sky
Upon a decaying terrain of diminished day
To torch the tumble of crisp and fragile foliage
Where a multitude of basking golden shapes rest serene
Waiting for some...

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A paradise of natural nature bouquets displayed:
of yellow, orange, pink, red roses of redolent scented phase.
Lilies, tulips, daisies, daffodils and violets are of bountiful blooms

All these have enchanted scents of fresh fragrant perfumes cues;
bringing love...

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Spring’s fading flowers
Worn down rocks on riverbeds
Trees losing their leaves

Is this growing old?
Is this what it is to age?
Not if you get there…

Spring’s perennials
The rivers water flowing
The trees budding leaves
 
The ones who fight age
Still...

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Come see me.
I'm just at the end of the dirt lane.
Just pass the flourishing sycamore and maple trees.
Just pass the vast meadow where crickets play and butterflies probe for nectar.

Come see me.
I'm just at the...

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Sitting on a garden wooden bench I made many years ago.  I hear the many birds that have made their home in my garden. I’m not afraid to sit on the bench for I...

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—wThis Thing Called Aging



1All day, no, far more nearly for 2 years,
I have been thinking I have had
Enough of being old, being
Pleasant about this form of present:
I have had enough of this aging task.
I wish...

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4/18/2018
Wide melancholic Owl Eyed glass goddess

Almost hypnotic, guilt trips semi-honest.

Her pain is contagious, vocally pulling heart strings

All guilty pleas are aimless, only her tragic tone sings.

Transparency: easily broken reflection of an identical image

-20 degrees: only...

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Our soul is in constant wonder of how often, Holy Father you have blessed us.
Delivering us through all the torrent storms of iniquity, in thee we trust.
Oh, how wonderful, Holy Father are your powerful healing...

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Hurry, hurry we are burning daylight,
      The flowers are wilting;
Mother was planting a cottage garden,
And we needed the right perennials;
Flowers durable, enduring, perpetual,
      Oh sweet...

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Winter is saying its last goodby to my lonely garden
as nature turns the page to another chapter as
it has done though-out the ages. 

The earth now free from the grip of Old Man Winter,
I welcome...

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IMMORTALITY

When you look into your daughter’s brown eyes 
And see  the eyes of your own mother long gone
But  still smiling there,   and understand that she
Too will hear  something of you...

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Looking out upon my garden on spring morning 
dew on grass, new shoots appearing natures best 
daffodils, tulips, primrose, beautiful new life dawning 
pollinators emerge collecting pollen after winter rest 
evergreens coordinate with shade loving...

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The birds are back.  The sparrows, the robins, the finches too.
The red cardinals, the blue jays, though they are seldom in two’s.
The woodpeckers, and the hummingbirds, some gray, and some blue.
Their choir is raising...

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Some kind of Boccaccio 
they open The Book, 
borrowing thoughts 
and stories from muses,
for it is a tome 
in its entirety,

each muse, a Page, unamused,
to be plucked from tomb,
those sepia petals thrown up in the...

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Glorious April, a month to be revered, wears a lovely gown.
In the form of butterflies and bees, brings happiness all around.
Exciting April makes me sing, and hop and play.
April could arrive monthly, I would let...

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