Long Verdancy Poems

*Image of Hikers Warning by Pixabay.

Out Of The Way

As a self-proclaimed ruler of my person, I am mindful of the internal convictions, external constitutions as Lord overseer of my spotless realm,

Upon my own free will,...

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the grace of Paris
lingering in my thoughts. . . 
Madrid’s grimy walls

As our small group of students entered Madrid, it was an early morning in late January. We had left behind us what has been...

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A stretched gloaming tethers creation in a 
U - - U || U UUt U U - || U - X
daystar's wake ... askew parts The Old Guitarist 
U U - || U UUt -...

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I asked the desert 
 to carry me from this place
 of the Qubbanet El-Qirud’ infertile soil 
 suddenly, that whisper of wind
 took my hand, and walked
 along and alone with me
 I, heard...

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"The forest is a sanctuary where you can grow to be you," ... by the Poet.

The passing of a torch, when Spring was announced, 
was noted in the melting quarter of winter memories, as a...

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I have no crystal ball

Very little perspective at all, 

About what the future holds

I root myself in the present

But if you asked me for my thoughts, 

I will explain what I think

It could surely be...

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*Image of Achieve Your Day by Pixabay.

Blessed Moments

As night sleeps gold streaks undisturbedly passive wake
     An accordion of yellow feathers flutters dealt reflectively
        ...

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From my bay window, each pane holds my small world
window leaks anticipation out and in this glassy casement
here seasons show their multi-colored faces in a whisper
 
Trees liberated from weight of their leaves, I eavesdrop...
wintertime's...

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With verdancy surrounding me, I wish to spin
around this world of endless spring that I am in.
Bewitched am I by forests, hills, and fields of green.

If nature is a woman, here she loves to preen
in...

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Mountainous - there's a joke in there somewhere
Funny how I just appeared one day
Or at least that's how it feels
I've observed others rise and fall
Whilst I stay put
There's more to me, weight, heaviness 
I hold...

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My open-ended lines can convey more than one idea. Verse 3, middle line, ends in “I am.” I am both okay (today) & puddles on pavement. 

whispering birds through wind and light rain
no drama of...

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(To one’s Birthplace)

In the glory of the morning
just to see the sunrise
take the place of the moon,
at this time I love the best
this memory this place truly blest.
Through the ages one had not forgotten
blue skies...

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A stretched gloaming tethers creation in a 
daystar's wake ... askew parts The Old Guitarist 
ebbing lambent stars strung to a yarn of spring ...

'Tis the volley of calendrical crasis 
poised to a youthful Einstein...

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             First picked Summertime cherry 
             Dew glimmer marble blood clot
...

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Setting: The Nanny and her youngest charge chat near the window. Maria has taken down the expensive curtains.

Maria (M)
Gretl (G)

Dialogue:

M: Hee hee, seeing the hills from here, alive without echo
     I...

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I see blue sky days

A white sails

Soft breeze

Golden sands

I birds flying

By degrees

Over a verdancy

Of tall green trees

And the summer sun

Warms the clear blue sea

And I see you there

Waiting with your love for me

You draw me...

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Child play. Dawn, as a wind-up toy,
jumping up and down, keen.
A buoyant verdancy of joy -
waking up fresh and green.

Waking up fresh and green.
The ivy…the oaks and weeps.
On the salient morning I lean.
Whatever this day…it...

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Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay -
       from the poem 'Under the canopy of pine trees by Eve Roper

UNDER THE CANOPY

Under the canopy of the pine...

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Surrounded by verdancy, we have come from afar to visit you, dear Dale.
I notice few changes although this place now has a slightly more modern look.
I recall those summer days as preteens when we rode...

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"Green is nature’s poetry."
"Green – the magical canvas of nature."
"Green gives the calm we need in this world full of chaos."
              ...

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Yearly - for a spell - I come calling,
not unexpected.
But there are times my travel may be slow.
On such rare occasions when I’m late,
you’ll look and see the mountains’ crowns
remain uncovered,
and in the valley, meadow...

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How I love the sky, the sea and land.
Today I paint myself into a scene
of visual delight; though I'm on sand,
I dip my brush first into vivid green.

Tall trees are in my view far left...

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The wings of winter
Silent flutter on the northern winds
Drifting away back to its abode 
With the melting mist to hibernation
Thu’ the rustle of leaves’ stem-snapped isolation
Shaping the space for the sprouting verdancy of spring.

Your frost...

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folding the trees, branch by branch;
rolling the leaves.

slender sticks play eye tricks;
fat and juicy ones’ carried downwards.

small branches gathered;
large ones, heave ho.

these matchsticks aren’t lit,
and I don’t know

how my small forest thrives
…and then a sound

an...

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Eloquently serene

Reminds me of seas

Of aquamarine,

Peaceful solitude

Aids my dreams,

Of forested trees

In bottle green verdancy,

I create my dreams

In luminescent

Tangerine themes,

Warm is my heart

That is fired by my passion,

In flames that are burning

White hot incandescently,

In a life...

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