Long Siestas Poems

     by how many badbyes can you measure the length of your day

                 first comes...

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My deplorable emotional collapse. 

Lucky for me, she happened to be in her many hour siestas!

My dear sister amelie came over (previously arranged to pick up some rocks that z mama rolled in a pile)...

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The elderly Elmer Brown dwelled alone, like a solitary tree on a hill,
Loving quiet, glazed life still, in burgundy, sunset moments of until.

A widower, Elmer Brown had generations of offspring, living far away,
Feeling fresh, foreign...

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I remember the land of drums I was born
  bedded beneath great hanging nets;
          the sound of the conch and the horn.
My blue suitcase filled...

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The scent of your soul

A caramelised breeze of fruit odours

reverberating  softly through my memory

Throwing me right back in ninth grade

where we sat side by side

Your right arm reaching slightly for my back.

Thoughts of you...

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In January, the kaboom of fireworks
Redefining glitter above us: What if
The sky was pink, should purple rain besmirch us
Yet, don a cheer for New Year.

In February, the appearance of bouquets, cordate chocolates
Many secret loves trespassing...

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Las siestas son divertidas, pero dormir es mejor
Incluso durante el clima tormentoso.
me despierto de mi sueño tranquilo
Y a la deriva en mi pensamiento tan profundo.

Pienso en fiestas sorpresa y tortas de cumpleaños altas
Y cajas y...

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Nationwide adverts are written so fine,
talking the talk of a walk that's sublime,
no mention of accounts that'll grow over time,
your attention's attained through these nursery rhymes.

In a nation that's narrow more tall than is wide,
steeped...

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To the cloudy evenings that darken the day;
To the pitter patter of raindrops on my window panes;
To the sweet odor of the earth after a downpour;
And to the rainbow flashing across the blue sky;
I yearn...

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wildflower meadow
as tall as a muntjac
cuckoo cuckooing
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farmers haymaking
grasshoppers stridulating
don't touch a stinkbug
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wood admiral glides
honeysuckle its host plant
humid the hot nights
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warm is the river
fish rising leaping for flies
life seeking cool shade
-
inverted swimmers
water boatmen taking in air
cygnets...

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Winding brooklets fill narrow streams
into rivers of my childish dreams
Amidst the field of seeding grass,carefree
Lush clover scents the nectar seeking bee
Lazy days meld into one,
summer siestas just begun;
Busy bees morn 'til late,
honeycombs proliferate.
Speckled starlings sing...

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Lazy days meld into one,
summer siestas just begun;

Busy bees morn 'til late,
honeycombs proliferate.

Speckled starlings sing with delight 
on July swarms in nuptial flight.

Swallows circle in storm clouds low,
a foraging airshow ,to and fro.

Cricket willow on...

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Lint dunes roll in around at 3pm.
A magma of malaise soaks flagging shoes,
pewter molehills baked
into every concrete moment.

P.M. anywhere outside a pool
is a waste land,
the day drones in sink holes,
waits for the sun and moon...

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“We are all petals of imperfection sharing the same sun.” - Silent One

Artistry thrives in Gemini Garden.
Gentle geraniums enjoy their
siestas in the shade as shy
pansies peek out at me from
a spot where radiant
roses and lovely
lilies...

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Lazy days meld into one,
summer siestas just begun;

Busy bees morn 'til late,
honeycombs proliferate.

Speckled starlings sing with delight 
on July swarms in nuptial flight.

Swallows circle in storm clouds low,
a foraging airshow ,to and fro.

Cricket willow on...

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