Long Redly Poems

I was talking to my solitary self again, grumbling how life held no adventure,
And my parrot, Cherry, often echoed me, as moon echoes golden splendors.

She'd ruffle her feathers and preen, as she perched redly upon...

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I was a fashionable horticulturist, for elegant flowers keep eternally in style,
Like the saffron sun, coming and going, always causing dark skies to smile.

Plants were a jade preoccupation, long before glad days of my rosy...

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Polly Astley loved to have visitors, for she loved piquant, plum people;
Like counting stars when we were young, in milky moonlight, peaceful.

Her days were spent teaching children, with faces perky as sunflowers,
When redbirds danced in...

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The golden hour for rising has arrived, and there are violet roses in the sky,
So, I bid hello to you, my robust friend, as the vibrant, cerise birds float by.

The obsidian night, it was very...

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I find it easier
and, admittedly, more fun
to climb through tough terrain,
piles of leaves,
loose rocks,
debris,

If
and when
my goal is not to push sweaty through
by force of independently superior will,

But
to dance
with EarthTribe's diverse
and miraculous co-creations,
sometimes feeling monstrous,

While marching
up...

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It is the latest news that even claimed attention there in London...
A video clip somewhere in the city, the central part being redly encircled...

Drawing attention to the running digital display of a statement...
Of an Opposition...

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GO   GENTLE  INTO   THAT   GOODNIGHT


Crunch of gravel - and a boat grounds its prow:
Cloud and wind hide its arrest
From the small cottage near the dark forest
With its candle...

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Hillsides shimmer in summer's golden fire
as marmalade sun dawns on poppied slopes.
I run with Monarch butterflies higher
barefoot in honey with tangerine hopes.

I hear the butter chirp of a warbler's song
and smile at God's creative citrine...

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In verity and with great hopes,
Malachy told his Prophecy of Popes!
Centuries ago, he was called to Rome,
Like the bees to their honeycomb.

There a beauteous vision did flower,
Of all remaining popes in their hour!
His sequence of...

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The eyes have it

Cat eyes and eagle eyes can focus redly
Green eyes turn a cold steel gray
Awash in anger

Next time you have a moment look deep into a cat’s eyes
What? Oh try again with empathy
Deeply...

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I swat mosquitoes
smash flies -- 
not because I hate them

just what they do

the pernicious nature
of their existence

assisting their evolution

helping them to
come back as a 
higher life form…

same tough love applied
to terrorist, hoping they
come back as...

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Blood flowed from His palms,

ankles redly bright--

the blind first to see Him,

as lame stood upright.

 

The proud,

of course, they fled Him;

and the strong

more refuge in might--

while the famished

approached the pool

at His feet,

took fill

for their hunger...

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