Protea Poems - Poems about Protea

...haiku : protea ~N A T I O N AL flower~ hoary pinky Proteus ** sticKy ** f i N g e R ......

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...As I Read through the books I can find the words that decode I become a poet Not by circuit but by pursuit As I am fostering the new generation I always wanted to be famous I reclaim that th......

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...A MINISTER RETIRES : SOLILOQUY I arise as infant Phoenix from Akasha ashes counterparts frozen with foibles intact a still Arctic of death sheath for recalibration Source Light bre......

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...I was a celebrated, professional psychic, offering glimpses of rosy future; And helping people work through problems, like pink moon, come sooner. I had learnt to talk with the spirits, a......

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...The Wildman Left the mountains In search of love and wonder, Not in any particular order. Now, he patrols the borders of a gas station, hooked on fuel. Shadows act like Mother, stretching out ......

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...She is a beauty that stands out for her uniqueness and diversity. Who is very bold and brave and embraces any changes, nature creates. Her people put her on a pedestal and crown her a......

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...I Jim was the archetypal Mensch We loved writing, Greenbelt MD, Jesus II At the edge of my tears I could sit, daydream, make monuments with words The Hindu soul within my Soul Had adored wea......

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...It seemed like nature had concocted a singular miracle As I sat on the wooden bench looking in towards the woodland. A red maple tree stood tall surrounded by eucalyptus trees While down below gre......

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...The palms, the peas, the protea too Showing up the lilies and iris ever blue. The gourds and the daisies growing so fine. Nothing outshines fungi which walks a clear cut line. Tens of thousands o......

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...My Best Bouquets Exotic crocuses and ferns, Appalachian Trail … Baby’s breath that takes one’s breath away - Orchids and epiphytes near inland waters of KwaZulu-Natal A few fro......

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...I am not growing old or tall I am maturing, not only by shape but by wisdom. It has been placed in the furnace of my heart, burned with the radiance of the sun and been molded in the storms by G......

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...The king protea opens like corona of a star Only thing inside that’s missing is eye that sees far But even now it looks bizarre As mysterious as black hole in center of quasar Or supernova as it ex......

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...Situated on the Southern tip of Africa Where two oceans meet, lies my country of birth A rainbow nation is what we are called With eleven official languages and many diverse cultures it ......

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