Paddocks Poems - Poems about Paddocks

...But Not The Mountains There is no sound from the mountains Unlike that of  the Magpie The kereru or the Bell birds Or the tractors rumbling across the paddocks There is no sound from the mou......

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...I see peace in the bright blue skies, in the paddocks green In the warble from the magpies tounge in the breath of God I come undone, in the pouring rain there are melodies To heal hearts and fill......

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...On reflection, a shining mirror lays my core ethos bear, inkling etched on mien can’t escape deep probing, tilted jaw, gleaming eyes, vivacious aspect, express an ardent quest for exponential flo......

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... You see them everywhere, sometimes countless in number, winged, walking or wading, running the gauntlet of waves, filling the air. Birds populate the planet, make their home in trees, bui......

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... In the cool of an autumn morning my father and his friend, Jimmy Kerin, would go mushroom picking in paddocks way out past the last suburban fence. I would tag along not to pick but feel th......

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... Meaning is over there, beyond the burnt paddocks and blackened hills, the crumpled, flattened ruins of houses. It is further out than that nothingness glazed upon the distances of a vacant......

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...Age defiant was this spruce and spirited citizen slinking blithely past the burgundy red doors of her enigmatic country dwelling. As her olive skin neatly curved fingers slid over an intermittentl......

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...Straight lines, sepia The suppression of unwanted thoughts Like time spent in sensory deprivation Time spent in a droning room Under sterile light hums, practically drooling The vacuum of ......

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...I have a little greenhouse It sits wobbly on the hill Constructed from a kitset Requiring monumental skill A 40 page instruction book Said it was a simple task to do But I was not convinced ......

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...on a chill morning a crisp sheet of white frosting coating the paddocks 29 December 2022 Poetry soup syllable counter......

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...trees along the fence line strain stretched tight by the wind turning inside and out leaves in all directions buffeting and thrashing in the howling gale sheets of horizontal rain hammer th......

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...Tui birdsong starts again, melodious warbling bitter southerly wind still bites sleet, horizontal and cold, flattens the daffodils sudden rays of bright warm sunshine......

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...warmed earth from blue skies falling down flat in long grass my whole self laughing we had the best fun playing hide and seek in hay paddocks Tanka 57577 syllable count......

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...Day I've known in early Autumn You are spring in winter long thought on How truth differs; three have I known Two hemispheres I now call home German day in such heavy leaf British may I've known......

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...As the moon climbs high in the starry sky, I hear the penguins in their nest cry. The moon casts an eerie glow in the roaring ocean below. As The ocean eats away at the white sand, Each grain is ......

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