Long Rock garden Poems

Ajuga, will be a must, a blue beauty that blows in the wind.
Bellflowers, charming and faithful and lovely, of course I must have
Candy Tufts from gardens of long gone, enchanting. And mother's favourite,
Daylilies, in a...

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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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On the edge 
of the evacuation zone
Miyuki holds her daughter 
tip-toeing in pink sneakers 
her small hands fragile 
blossoms opening
to the man with the beeping wand 

They were outside in the karesansui 
washing and raking...

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Amassed in flamboyant Azalea blooms when my garden is free of the cold.
Bird of Paradise, dressed in purple and orange,  wear their colors so bold.
Crocus bloom when the mounds of snow finally melt and...

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Everything in my life was going down
I lost hope for my country, my state, my town
A black dog followed me, I was weighed down by care
Saw a neon tiger in the dark, at day a...

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"Snapdragons and Dandy Lions - Part 2"


The day was cooling down 
pressing itself close into
the amythest and musk pink early eve
as the eggshell pale blue sky rolled over into 
Astor Purple to get ready for...

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Come with me, to where the river-water
Snakes around and through the rocks,
Lit by the sun,

To where the rushing stream
Cools hot, tired feet
 Where  all noise is stemmed by the stones.

Join me in this world...

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Vivian, my eighty-years-seasoned neighbor, called Vi, is a mystery only to those who did not return her first cheerful “hi”.
She is an open-book person, ready to love and accept everyone.  I met Vi the...

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Why slap somebody's else's face when you like to slap your own
	Why remain polite with crooked strangers upon the phone
	Standing at the crossroads of my own nightmare
	I want to jump on that train of despair
	Ride...

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No spot, no matter how ugly can be transformed,
into a place of beauty and delightful with flowers;
in spring I feel a rising sense of excitement,
oh, soon the winter damage will be full of color.

Primrose with...

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I reckon you'll find this tale of romance less fact than fiction,
But please bear with me as I try to give it plausible depiction.
I was about half asleep, musin' on the patio the other day,
When...

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fame,
you bitch
it was you who taunted us
we walked
on razor sharp blades
of grass
gras
p
ed
at straws
covered in white dust 
inside
on the surface

on the surface
we used the word art
and crapped on it
like so much hay

hey
we did it every day
in...

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In yard inside my haven home structure
appeared brown bear 
depressing during 
the darkest coldest times of the year
color is absent fragrance non clear
Blow the blossoms flowers are
winter still pansies and viola

My heart soul warm by...

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As I stood in my garden amongst my flowers,
       a parade of blue butterflies was drifting;
past my lovely brilliant primrose rock garden,
       ...

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It's another frigid morning
that February brings in howling;
I shiver more than the stripped branches
when a fierce wind makes me think of avalanches
sliding down mountains and ravage villages,
and yet I await spring that promises renewed joys.

Being...

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UNSUPPORTED CODE Thanksgiving


How can so few have so much -
so many have so little?
I am rich beyond belief
yet am not considered rich.
I count my riches daily:
the warmth of heart and
home, the patchy grass,
faded paint, rock...

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~*~

Ode to a Spring Garden

Primrose will thrive in the shade of a tree,
bluebell will happily rise through the foliage of bleeding hearts;
and blooming tulips will grow between clumps of lilies in the sun,
in a garden...

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Ordinary Precious Stones


Buddha saw it first
but as is his way never let me in on it.
The stones, rough, unfinished,
ill sized tribute to chaos, beckoned.

I closed my eyes
It started to take shape in the mist.
Each stone...

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How can so few have so much -
so many have so little?
I am rich beyond belief
yet am not considered rich.
I count my riches daily:
the warmth of heart and
home, the patchy grass,
faded paint, rock garden
(each stone...

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As I stand in my garden amongst my flowers,
a parade of butterflies comes a drifting,
past my lovely brilliant Primrose rock garden,
and kiss my purple Cone flowers, blooming.

They all kissed my rainbow painted Daisies,
drifting over...

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AUDIO: 'Meoto Zanzai' sung by Sayuri Ishikawa.

Japan's Enka Music

Labyrinths tuned to where the Far East lies,
Spilled words occasion a symphonic breeze,
Unfurls white banners where sun paint red rise,
Labyrinths tuned to where the Far East lies,
Cherry...

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Bookshelves: books, memories galore,
Bears, a dog, a monkey. Candle glow.
Music flows into the window, light.
Presidents Can. Music all over house.
Flowers, pictures, bulletin boards, 
Plenty of files and Kleenex, cards.
Statures of Jesus over my shoulder.
Desks for...

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Enough enough not enough
 reason in the conversation
 the angry tones cluttering 
 up in his neck
 he clears his throat
 to get to the point. 
put pen to paper to stain white 
sheets, maybe...

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Syd has finally come home to nest,
somewhere on the dark side of the moon.
Lovingly tending to his space rock garden.
Sometimes he strums an ancient guitar
and whispers sweetly to pinkish stars.
Syd is alone but never lonely...

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Synergy stones in my waterfall.
Budda sits with shepherd, owl and
Jimmey Cricket. Sand, rock garden
With a rake. Candles burn beside
Old pictures of kids and grandkids.

Powerful synergic rocks, connect
To Higher One; enable perception
Of one's true self to...

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