Garden Pastoral Poems

What colour will you be when you blossom
The colour, oh that colour depicting illumination;
I wonder what fragrance I shall smell;
When walking in the rose garden,...

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“Bee-lief (For Edmund Spenser)””
(Jamie Brolin)

Dawn—
All over the hollow
Within a pastoral,
Among lawn-scapes,
Turgid shoots of russet
Daffodils sing a tonal song
That transmutes into
Madrigal!

‘Bee-liefs’ smell
Choice floral fragrance,
Chosen with whom
To...

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A November wind has roared for days.
Dead garden stalks lay bent and frayed.
The proud maple now stands undressed
In drifts of yellow against the fence.

Broken remnants...

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Summer nears its end
   racing
   through the weeks now passed
with little left to do
  the garden 
  winding down...

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If there is a god and how is it possible, there is not,
	then he would be right here
	sitting next to me on this bench.
He would...

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Abundances is not a promise to everyone,
Live with joy today and love someone. 
Do you know the places we shall go?
When we are not sure...

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Telepathic Music

Drip-drop, drip-drop
On the the tin roof 
Above our rustic garages
We sat on our couches
Silently gazing at the sloping lawns
Overlooking the rivulet
Warming our hands
On our...

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Birds   -End Line Word Poem-

At sunrise I saw the humming             ...

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In my garden there stands a tree 
Its roots and leaves grow free
The changing seasons on you I see
Lord Jesus I believe 

That you are...

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All yours, God said, eyes sweeping 
Over an expanse of lush greenery across 
A wide, deep gorge. A rolling carpet 
Of lotus and daffodils in...

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I planted a seed, so tiny and small ,
And the seed opened up , to feed 'one and all'
What enchanted a seed' I dropped in...

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Such a simple thing a breeze,
it pleases God to send.
Dancing partners for His flowers,
see how they bow and bend.

Showering blessings through the air,
refreshing flowers everywhere.
He...

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The butterfly, it flutters by,
And yes flutter is the word--
For butterflies don't soar or buzz
Like other bugs, or birds. 

They dance upon the summer breeze
As...

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Angels are among us – in many different forms, 
The flowers in the garden or a rose among the thorns.
We may never know where they...

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The garden, it is fast asleep,
Or so it would appear--
I wonder what the roses dream,
Of dewdrops cool, and clear?

So peacefully they are folded
For their midnight...

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     Watching the blue, yellow and green flowers in a garden 
One can surmise there is a force behind them
The incerdible...

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Working as a missioner in a foreign land
involves a heart deeply rooted in human sacrifice;
there’s a global awareness of being a migrant
perceived to be a...

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A  bleeding heart sent me to bed
Tormented hot, by a lover's deception;
And in the folds of my blanket, cold as wet,
I sighed into sleep...

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In a nearby weeping willow tree
A visitor is perched upon a bough
Robin is singing somewhere above me
I'd never noticed the myriad variations 
Of his warbling...

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