Long Trellises Poems

Your Own Favorite Poem Contest
Sponsor: Carol Eastman

"GOOD BYE, MY LOVE" Part I
Written: December 14, 2015

After the snowfall but before the lily blossoms,
you were this woman who left by choice,
all natural decisions made from a place...

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I was a whimsical, interior designer, bringing colors and joy into living spaces,
Subtly changing neighborhoods and lives, like vibrant arcs the rainbow traces.

People were as dissimilar as their houses, the both of them rather fascinating,
Like...

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SPIDER

Eight furry legs
Approaching black blob
Screeeeeeeeeeeeeech


COCKROACH

Periplaneta americana 
Out of planet, preys on women's tuxedo
Blob of fat, smell, monster


JULIA'S HAIR

Chameleon
Gunslinger, sniper
Death,myriologue


O SPACE

A junkyard
Sepulcher of machines
Requiem

CROW

Squawk 
Squawk
Gasconade 


LIZARD

A baby lizard
Drops on my hand
Check in


TELEPHONE BILL

Krinngggggggggggggg
Krinngggggggggggggg
Pay your bill today...

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I had named my verbose parrot Sunny, as he filled my world with sunshine;
For when someone truly touches the heart, you often must give some sign.

I habitually called him 'Sun' for short, and we had...

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Can We “Feel” Music?
By Carol Geyer


Can we “feel” music? Can the notes cool or warm us?
Soothing like green aloe balm, or warm as flaming Yule logs,
 or as majestic as a fully leafed oak?
 ...

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Covered Dishes

1

The password is… password, shhh...
Try to remember if possible,
this sure-fire way of getting through the door;
Entering indeed, as with all lithesome ladies,
and their dithering dogs, after
entreating the big dude at the entrance gate,
with licorice...

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Hello intrepid reader of poetry. 
Nice of you to drop in. 
I would offer you a diet soda,
And a few tokes of the ganja out in the garage, 
but I am not there, and you...

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"A House In New Orleans" Contest
Sponsor: Lin Lane

Walking down Bourbon Street I stopped at the 1850 house to see it for myself. The French Quarter is rich with historic homes...homes with fully furnished decorations and...

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My poetry garden of late has lain untended and forlorn.
I succumbed to shock and dismay upon entering recently, for I observed that
great disagreement had erupted and now vehemently 
raged among adjoining unmade weed-filled beds of...

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BOX OF CHOCOLATES 

My heart aches for those who vanish —
a variety like chocolates, melting
into vanquished existence.

First and farewell - those lucky
who have died, without having
their names besmirched —

the young and old, the hospitable
and the...

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Dear swollen-trunk maple, deemed 
diseased by the saw-happy tree guy, 
you who have stood silently, supposedly 
slipping your ailment through your roots 
to the neighboring trees, now fallen 
full blast down, geometrically down, 
right angle,...

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Cobblestone heart
She treads lightly on my cobblestone heart;
As scarlet ,yellow and crimson flowers drip; 
from trellises on ancient stone walls,  
And beams of sunlight shine on  towers of old,
And clouds cast shadows on...

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Etches of landscapes and silhouettes of faces,
paintings of starlit nights and far off places-
        My existence is encompassed by the creative arts,
      ...

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We Are The Stardust Men
Collaboration by Stark Hunter and D.Lee
Dedicated to T.S. Eliot

We are the stardust men, 
the wayward stardust catching men,
dalliances of mind and shadow occur openly,
As we have cast off our anchors
And await...

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We Are The Stardust Men

Dedicated to T.S. Eliot

We are the stardust men, 
the wayward stardust catching men,
dalliances of mind and shadow occur openly,
As we have cast off our anchors
And await the tidal sway,
The open expanse...

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It’s rare you meet a mortal
Whose body is a riddle
Whose body is riddled with moonlight shrines
Whose Heaven is her
Whose God is the thought of herself
Whose eyes are tiles in Turkish bath houses
Whose hair is a...

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Far beyond mans intrusions, 
A vast hidden world lives on.
An ancient fortress lost amidst,
Historical reference, a faded shade,
Amongst remembrances memory.
Imagination limitless vision, 
Separating conscious truth, 
And make believers legendary
Spree.
Conjuring mystical thoughts,
Simply, Drifting aloft, 
Revealing a...

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The gate to Monet’s Japanese garden’s open,
beckoning, and green as Giverny’s winter wheat,
but there’s no time to glimpse the pond’s lilies within.
 
Monet’s Rose Cottage-locked to all but the wrens-
though curved trellises invite, and a...

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From their splendid new homes unto my brush
The cascades of colors come
To  celebrate vines, fruit, healthy branches
For four and five hours' meditation
On John's Gospel (Chapter 15)

Meanwhile back at the ranch
Folks love the cross -...

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Sweet sounds of every day enriching the life

Empty dark lucky enough into your lights

Life looks in the mirror at its crimson strife

Feeling within how the stars getting bright 


As I walk in the garden looking...

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wind always knows 
it limitation
as it writes its swirling
scripts upon threadbare roof.
lamentations for the
fields of empty prairies
as the dry leaves rustle
in strings of grass… 

i do not know
my boundaries
the geographical shapes
of my darkness
for life
has been...

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SPRING GARDEN PREPARATION (20150213)

After the winter season
But before the rains begin
Catalogues of heirloom seeds
Delivered just in time
Earmarked and prioritized
Farmer’s Almanac consulted
Given planting periods
Horoscopes included (but useless!)
Individual seed varieties ordered
Junk mail shredded and added to compost
K...

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Monster Trees 

Monster trees reaching down through insane skies like spiders,
They see something coming in the green benign stretches,
We are the onion ring bearers wearing dark-day secrets.
We know what happens when bearded eyes shut tight,
When...

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Brewing my morning coffee I drew aside the half curtains 
Behind the gas stove to view the peaceful morn
Silence all around, the doors of neighbours still locked
My eyes settled with admiration on their glass panes...

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Glass illusions forestry of butterflies in flight 
swiveling and turning wing, aiming for sun 
hovering over lulling waters of purple hues  
Breathing like flowers, frilling up the air 
inside a cornucopia world of rich...

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