Long Springtide 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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The campaign …
was over -
he, the last left alive on the
field of battle, and barely, at that …
his men had fought valiantly -
the odds were never theirs,
yet he was content in
their efforts, and more than...

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Written: March 2nd, 2024
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Wingbeats on warm whisper wavelength
wasteland, waves of wasabi writhe
with wilting, whimpering, witless wring...

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watch me!

oh, watch me dance!
  al these months I have waited
    twisting in the wind with the others
      clasping tight
      ...

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Whether a totally
tubular ordinary day, or...hmm...
perhaps at the
approach of yuletide,
one need not go

far and wide
across the webbed world
to experience being unified,
this quasi motto maxim of sorts
analogous to auld 

sanity clause trailguide
motivates me to 
seek if...

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Feelings are those seismic ocean waves,
they capture evanescent moments,
a Jack-o-lantern thought which might vanish,
deep breath of ink blue laden vortex,
I wallow in the beneficial sweep,
elation at each seacoast prompt,
banshee wail current of moss-rim swirl,
laughter that...

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Springtime, you always arrive so gently,
as high school proms bring tears of friends
who know they must soon part.
I will try not to weep of fifty-six years ago,
as I see the vision of my siblings,
and I...

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Weepy and willowy
   purple and greening…

Green and purpling vines,
Landowners between the lines.
Beyond the willowing pines,
Spring’s surplusity sublime.

Weepy and willowy
   purple and greening…

Conifers a leap, in front of creek,
reminiscent-flooding was not meek.
Caught...

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Springtide has come with great ease, 
as all the frigid temperatures cease,
and mother nature’s devoid of freeze.
I see the lavender fields in the breeze, 
and fall down onto my grateful knees.
There’s such beauty in the...

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Reflecting on the beauty
Found in a springtime morning
Laughter of the birds and trees
Colored my thoughts in sweetest promise

Observing the lovely creatures
That pass over mountains and valleys
I found myself thrilled by the way they move
Prancing and...

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my red-robed friend grand on your perch
      how regal yours - now dressed for church
         so formal how you meet the springtide...

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The ground
   now saturated from several days
   of cold unyielding rain
begins to dry
   beneath the warming rays
   of a bright white and distant sun.
Released from its hiding...

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A vestige lingers of my sweet Ginger sharing the treasure of What color is love? 

Springtide fell according
Affliction bred
Tending a foundation; no longer perceived

Flailing in an undertow between the realms of fragmented desires while desperately...

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Sitting opposite one another atop elateds springtide shore; the moon trickling down 
These beams of light and messaline the ribbon within, her flowing red hair; flames...
Redolent this moment, as bare aneath the stars a thrashing...

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The entrancing note that soothes the soul,

Brings inner chaos under control,

Like a bell upon summer dawn tolls,

And lifts the weight of daily chores.



The beginning of a fragrant whiff,

Began when roses were still in bud,

Now grown...

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May I touch thee beneath a springtide moon
with the warming of love's rapture
to synchronize our hearts with passion's tune.

Might I taste thine lips within summer's seethe:
soft and flared of cerise red hue;
to quench our pleasures...

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While cherry trees are blooming scented pink
a poet sits beneath the boughs to think,
of words and passion poured into the ink
as love and lust empower souls to drink.

The vibrant rose damask against the sky,
her petals...

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All that is good, it’s said, shines in virtue
and loving patience waits in tender care
in gentle thoughts that watch a seedling grow.
One tiny seed we planted, me and you,
when first we met too shy to...

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The scented garden where I wait for you
I sit and watch the fairies come to play
And hear them sing their ancient songs of May
Beneath the pretty bells of velvet blue.
My ragged jeans are wet from...

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The eager winter in dead display
The sky a-sparkle great beautifier
With rosy flushes of radiant sachet
The winds at eve, melodic and higher 
As clearing harmonies of a delighting lyre 

O calm spring morning smooth 'n clean
Sun...

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"And like a Spring flower be soft and beautiful, and 
never, ever lose the courage and strength to bloom."

               ...

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Proped amid her mid morning's springtide shade exiting
Swift the dagger's breeze; an entering, it's blade to slice away
This beauty as bound another day tis, a fleshly thing ? His world
Having already viewed their brailes silhouetted...

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Glacial sent wet winds to chase out autumn radiance,
Snowdrift saints powdered white many gardens,
Leaving long flakes to peel open the morning ~
   Secretly smiling...

Morning emerged radiantly recuperating,
Silence silenced, replaced by stormy sunshine,
Winter's wetness...

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