Nature Ode Poems

Upon the shore,
The exotic moonlight,
Has kissed,
from the oceanic sky,

The moonlight,
Like,
The lavendar,
Dress of irises,
Shimmering,
Upon each wave,
Undulating,
Like,
Sparkling diamonds,

A nightingale,
Lights,
With its warm sighs,
And hymns,
The candle of the moon,

The...

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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Skin bright,eyes shine brighter than the noon's ray.
A smile that gladdens the heart of a weary stranger,
And causes...

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Spontaneous,
All caressing,
Wind,
That she has loved,
As much as a glass,
Of champagne,
In evenings splendor,
That has sighingly,
Caressed,
Her wild sweet laughter,
Her hairs golden tenderness,
Warm and chill winds,
That has caressed,
Her...

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The midnight streets,
Are empty,
And the ladies,
Are filled,
With longings,
And croissants,

The moon,
Has lit,
Its candle,
From within,
And the songbirds,
Are filled,
With nostalgia,
And wine,

The autumn trees,
Are shedding,
Their leaves,
And the jazz,
Is shedding...

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Mango tree,
Lovely and beautiful,
As a salsa lady,
You are exotic,
And tropical splendors,
Your leathery sultry petals,
With fine and rare warmth,
Dress the body,
Of your surreal canopy,
In the enchanted...

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Each year the ghost of past Falls’ returns
bringing its  simple—but wondrous—treasures.
Turning the world to harmonious earthy hues.
Ardent amber, golden orange, warm browns of
walnut, spicy...

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A lovely mango flower,
Reposes,
In a porcelain vase,
As if it has run away,
From its moonkissed,
garden,
And gala of stars,
Overwhelmed,
By its clusters,
Porcelain vase,
With,
an,
enchanted,
mango,
Flower,
You caress,
A magic,
Of,
Enchantment,
Fruit of petals,
Sensual midnights,
Vineyard...

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Thigh high boots,
Upon her golden,
Dancer legs,
How lovely,
To,
Adorn,
Such beauties,
To caress,
And kiss,
The shore,
Of,
Her heavenly,
Thighs,
Where nightingale hymns,
Drift,
To,
Sigh,

From what vistas,
Did she gather,
Your leathers,
Exotic honey,

Thigh high boots,
Upon,
a, 
lovely,
Dancer,
Depths of cabaret...

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Golden leaves,
Upon the maple trees,
You are at your Beautys,
Loveliest,
In the sweet autumn evenings,
The candle,
Of the seasons,
With the Moonlights kiss,
Has changed,
your green hues,
To a golden vibrancy,
Fine...

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The whistler,
In the moonblossomed,
Evening,
Hums along,
Like a modest star,
His own company,
And melody,
With the golden leaves,
Bound to nothing,
But his own romance,

A drifter of drifters,
A gypsy of gypsies,
He...

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Lighthouse,
quaint and exotic,,
Upon a romantic shore,
Beacon of starry,
And wanderlust love,
Your radiance,
A surreal candle,
Through the dark,
And vibrant nights,
For lost drifters,
Dancing gypsys,
And dolphins sleek,
as our moon,
Your tiara...

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From the warm lap,
Of a vineyard,
The mango,
Dressed,
In the evening moonlight,
Orange,
As an exotic sunset,
Basks,
Upon the vines,
Like a gypsy,
In a flamenco stillness,
Within,
The vineyards,
Sweet sanctuary,

The tropical winds,
Caresses,
The mangos,
Flamenco...

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Gnats, fruitflies, midges, black flies
What do you call them?
I call them pests.
Unwelcome guests
I call them demons from hell.
They fly past my face.
They go for my...

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How beautiful is the rain

that flows in my veins 

from the sky to my head

and falls down to the thirsty ground



When I speak listen says...

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"Painting is silent poetry and poetry is painting that speaks" _ Greek philosopher, Plutarch

O hearts  that breathe with nature breath! 
O eyes that dipped...

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