Long Verdigris Poems

Spirit of Christmastide
Beneath the mantel's alabaster gleam
Where verdigris flames pirouette 
     in cerulean ballet's beam...
We gather close—a familial love—
In hallowed halls where chimes of 
     crystal laughter...

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In Memoriam Quietly Always Close

Are they whispers, then, settling
So gently upon that slightest breeze wending
     Over the granite crosses and statues of cradling angels,
     Which stand in...

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Anti-Poem — “Snaking It To Venice”

(Poet’s Instruction: Play “The End” by the Doors loudly, while reading this anti-poem)

it’s you and me baby inside this gliding duster
this ’74 green plymouth cruising machine blasting
spit fire and gasoline...

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She’d kept the pewter dusted and displayed
since 1969.
A verdigris had leached out of the urn nevertheless.

She had been hard on him, had forgiven little,
but felt much closer now.
The television became a corner coffin,
its screen a...

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She’d kept the pewter dusted and displayed
since 1959.
A verdigris had leached out of the urn nevertheless
She had been hard on him, had forgiven little,
but felt much closer now.
The television became a corner coffin,
its screen a...

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In the tenebrous, xenial realm of the lake, where human cadavers oscillate, suspended by verdigris chains, a lamia of unholy provenance, orchestrates a gambits cavalcade.

Each mortal she ensnares, a lugubrious, ghoulish spectacle unfolds, as if...

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CHI - RHO    IN  THE  BOOK OF KELLS 


A millennium and more since it left the Scottish shore,
Chi -Rho  Christ’s name 
Swirling  in an anaesthetising trance induces
The soul-memory...

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The house on Elder Street is old,
menopausal in fact, 
with no signs of children at play.
A lovingly maintained lawn 
rolls gently from front porch
to the vine-covered mailbox 
standing guard alongside
the blacktop pavement.
No fences hinder a...

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One day a Starling did speak with his brother
He twittering and whistled ten minutes or more
On and on about preening and bees, 
About sly cats that hide in the trees

How he lost brown bread by...

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The distinction is of no relevance
It is one and the same in my eyes.
Lime, Forest, Hunter and Mint Green ;
Sage, Seafoam, Olive and Pea Green;
Emerald, Jade, Chartreuse and fen Green;
Verdigris, Celadon and Spruce Green;
One truth...

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What does it mean, to be green,
Referring to color, not politics or emotions.
There's some tints or hues, between yellows and blues;
With a lot of room, in between, for so many types of green.

There are some...

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Blanketed like silky chiffon amongst
a babe’s soft scent, 
allured into the morn’s glory with
sunbeams burnishing the dew 
bellowing on a white rose’s blade. 

The luster expressed has been 
tempted by the reasoning of love’s
natural resounding...

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Glowing orange, cloud coals burn
reflections into low tide evening surf,
slap lapping against scattered shells,
ripe fruits for hungry sea tramp's picking.
Itinerant thoughts, aimless as seaweed drift,
scatter like bands of sandpiper strays
on endless quest for burrowing crabs.
Peace...

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Cascades of stretching autumn ivy
snuggle close to the verdigris hardware
of an intricately carved, but sun-bleached
walnut door under a collapsing portico.

Droplets of sweat trace jigsaw trails
through the clinging film of dirt, revealing 
the white of fluted...

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Beneath a white blanket, Gaia sleeps;
in crystalline slumber, dreams cascade,
like the thawing waters of a river.
Her children are nestled deep,
among the roots of the trees
and hovels dug beneath her skin;
it's the dying of the old...

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As mist descended far and low, 
dark storm clouds stirred the sea. 
Upon the rocks a maiden lay, 
weep by the tide did she.
 
Fair English rose, her skin so pure, 
awash with salty dew....

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I have a passion to hold a lamp aloft,
to capture one acre of starshine
before the sun writes a new dawn.

Rusting Chevys bloom in the half-light.
Nightjars depart on shadow wings.
Shimmering’s walk toward my window
on silver slippers.

A...

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If my heart could be unveiled
In etchings on a canvas sky,
I would have to barter with the gods
for inks richly dyed, 
ground saffron and vermilion, citrine and verdigris
could scarcely start to paint nuances of an...

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A transcendental splendor in sepia hues,
spreads it’s woody arms across a nomadic river;
leaves of cinnamon and amber dog the landscape,
as long spectral limbs stretch to golden beams.
Here lay serenity, a breath of neutrality;
tranquility in verdigris-amber...

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Gaia gifts her wares to all, not just the understanding few.  Each minute seed with high hopes, sprouts and a newborn emerges from tiny coil within.

seeds stretch
upwards to the light
baby greens

The passing of a...

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The willow blushes in the Sun’s caress,
such a colorful personality lending its’
ambiance to the greenwood.

Tiny catkins peek from morning bud-beds
to greet the dawn of this tangerine day;
willow celebrates the natality.

Her roots run deep, like ancient
ancestors...

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Uplift the scent of stars from nightshade.
Sprinkle moondust upon unearthly skies.
Portals light up
And smile within.
Welcome to the garden of breathless night.

Swings the cedar from the country porch.
Chiming butterflies verdigris flight.
Charmed in calico dress,
Summer flirts with...

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Wisteria bridge spans the traveling river
in vibrant hues of verdigris and blues;
I find myself once again strolling through
vines of sweet-scented, lilac-colored plumes;
embraced by their silky, delicate deliciousness.
The serenity of these gentle flowered vines
casts its magic...

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