Seasons Pride Poems

THERE IS A LAND

There is a land, always near to me, 
I know so well,
A place, where the cycle of seasons 
Never fails to mark
Each...

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Dressed to the nines the envy of tall pines,
This tree on the sidelines others outshines. 
Flashing new colors of red, orange and gold. 
Proud as...

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Fluttering Blue Banners
Pink & White long behind
Hidden under the tiles, an adder
Teeth sharp as rock we’ll surely find

Large smiles and new energy
So young blooms breathe...

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In searching for a heart of gold, 
with standards higher than I deserve.
I lost my way.
Lost sight of the truth, what would truly make me...

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 Written in the Viator Poetry Form
Invented by Robin Skelton (1925-1997)
Canadian Author and Poet

'Tis of Thee Canada

For my country, proudly I wave the flag,
surround by...

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When hidden reflections and murmurs explode;
as heart’s queries are but left unanswered
till  seasons melt, thaw quite hurriedly,
my callous pride dismissing nights
from human warmth never...

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All day long on the boulevard
Fire escape I elude with attitude
Heat wave of summer's sting
A tepid breeze of spring 
I sing of pastels and 
Lemonade...

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She thought she knew herself and what she was doing
Having plenty of wealth or at least most so construing 
Yep! She was on the right...

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The morning has come & the skies are blue 
Some people are lightly delightly soft like clouds 
That you see the sea  reflects the...

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Once upon a time
                There were days, months and years
Once...

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My eyes see where stars were born
and the moon veils the sun
with white teardrops penetrating 
the stubborn hearts of men who from love run.

My eyes...

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To move forward in blindness
plane to plane
to whistle the winded tune
of inspir'd stride
wreckage maintained
coldly
plane to
p l a n e
whirled at the side-stepper in violence
violness
vileness
busy in...

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When the Earth was in danger     5 /8

Prelude   (For Prelude please see part 1 )


Watching the changing season all...

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This is a breezy and starry night,
with no strange sounds to induce its mystery;
lingering with sadness is the loneliest heart
opening the pages of an unfinished...

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What need have we of arches?
What need have we of domes?
What need have we of Churches?
What need have we of Romes?

Let's look beyond our crippling...

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