Sonnet Places Poems

Zigzag criss-cross sculptured archipelago love exchange
Mountainous scapes interrupt the coastal contemplation.
Sands, like peerless pure pearls, split and spread into a dune range.
Glee and glow with...

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Small stadium built in the late forties,
minor-league once, but has been left behind,
built with girders and backless, wooden seats,
a local relic of an older time.
The...

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Just In Time To See My Many Fairy Friends Flee

I heard the gusto from running river current
Walking the big woods, letting my spirit rejoice
White splashed...

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Like a poem is my birthplace - so dear!
The rhythm of it is the constant flow
of the Mississippi, which is so near
the town where I...

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What if I told you about the stories in my head?
The ones where my ideas dance on the very top of the clouds
Where the shrouds...

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caught in the midst of armed insurrection
refugees headed in wrong direction
milling about amid a mass shooting
walking the streets where people are looting

driving your car through...

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Illustration Caption: Frederick Law Olmsted,
father of American Landscape Architecture,
at "El Capitan" iconic summit, Yosemite, CA,
in 1865.


Olmsted saw verdant paths of our core.
Urban sprawl separated at...

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My peaceful place beside this sapphire lake,
As reflections take on a deep dark blue,
Soft snow sprinkled peaks where my dreams awake
Of the distant mountains through...

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I sat quietly staring out the porthole window
As we were passing over a village in the low hills
A cumulus cloud casting over its ominous shadow
Far...

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From toothed alps to McKenzie High Country
  to hardwood alpine forest and fernland,
there rises the jewel Aoraki 
  out of the jagged ice...

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My heart lies amongst those majestic hills
Where the sun stretches to warm the holler
When spring comes, sending down rippling rills
My heart lies amongst those majestic...

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I drive through fog as it hovers near ground,
the mist clings to the shape of house and tree,
old farms and fields that I know are...

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Some parts of this city I should not go
too few streetlamps dampened, wobbly wet walls.
These are those parts that one ought not to know
perfect settings...

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I still recall the playground at my school.
The bell for recess rang, and out we’d run.
It was time to practice the Golden rule:
choose teams and...

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LORD, I humbly greet You, early this new day, a Tuesday in May
I return to my prayer list with "N" countries, from Netherlands to Norway
Adoration...

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