Short Canopied Poems

Summer
is on the turn,
red,orange then yellow-
canopied in contemplation..
mellow...

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 Country Roads

Sandy, soft, sacred soil savored
Calm, cool, canopied, carefree place
Picturesque painting a panacea
Luminous, luculent road lumbering home

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Silently star shimmering moonlit love,
Love’s moment moves me.      canopied night.
Whisper soft starsong melody shines;

To kiss, a kiss, we kiss             (a prayer)
Wings away in the glitter gleam dark.

Alas!           that kissingvelvet moments fly....

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Majestic river tumbles down
gleaming glorious in dawn's rise.
Herons surface glossed in onyx
sprayed by cascades of polished jade,
and I curl boughs in pleats canopied wild
on bank of prayers rolling to meet sea.



Written 2/26/17 for the River Line Contest...

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BACKROADS
 Rocky,
 Dusty,
 Bumpy,
 Curving,
 Twisting,
 Turning
 Tree-Canopied pathways;
 The Short cut
 The Scenic Route
 Or the long way home.
 2012 Patricia Neely-Dorsey 
 from My Magnolia Memories and Musings in Poems
#country #countrylife #countrylifepoems #southernpoems...

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Slowly she creeps
into the hearts
into the minds
into the mist
of fleeing sun.
Hiding the sheen
of dappled doe
masking the eyes
of prey and foe.
Holding for ransom
a thin moon’s hope
as puppeteer stars
stringlessly float
under canopied darkness
of sunset’s lost hope.


©2/24/2022

The Night Sky Poetry Contest...

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a placid scene
under eyeliner horizon
dew drops tearing across canopied skies

roiling thunder
shaking the earth and heavens
a flood falls, staining porcelain facade

the stream snaking its way
through flat-topped mountains
and forests untouched by man

the river returning to its origin
a sordid spring once wet with creation
now run dry by rage...

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Daylight comes and daylight goes

Such a vision to the eye

Nighttime comes and darkness grows

Beneath a canopied sky

Moonlight casts a subtle glow

Shadows creep across the ground

Behold now this wondrous show

Stars twinkle without a sound 

Right before a new day's born

Vivid colors running deep

Dawn awakens to the morn

As it puts the stars to sleep...

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Simple singular, shards of silver moonlight,
Fell magically, over shadowy bodies, that night.

In the lush, jasmined garden, innocent,we?
Canopied by an angelic, embracing oak tree.

Oh, that wicker bench, where we embraced!
To this day, remains, our loves' first, indelible trace!



                       August 30, 2020
                          8am PST

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this death will be the life of me
patches in the sky
we used to call them clouds
before the bombs went off
and canopied us in a toxic shell; 
the artist swapped his brush
for a brick
and threw it in tantrum
from a distance 
at some cheesy idyllic canvas
and despite our decaying teeth falling out
with clumps of hair and skin
you slipped out of your negligee
a little too easy tonight...

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A gentle sway
Amidst two pines
Mid summer day
One may find

A Georgia peach
About “yay” tall
Low key screech
Preventing fall

Canopied shade
From layered leaves
Pigtail braids
Adorning trees

Whistling winds
Promote the sway
That soothe her limbs
Wide awake

A humming sound
Could be heard
Before she’s found
Preceding words

Once disturbed
The magic fades
There are no words
To recreate...

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The colour of life
Nature's healing remedy
Administered through the eyes
Flows through the nerves
To heal the mind,
To bring bring forth gratitude,
And joy and thanksgiving.

Yes, green is good.
See, how the Great Designer
The skillful Creator God
Purposely knitted it,
On leaves tiny and huge,
Carpeted and canopied the forests.
Painted the valleys 
Crafted the hills
With color of life.

Love it green.
Keep it green....

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The magnificent perianths
Of the Day Lilies with their six
Spreading bright orange arms (funnel-formed)
Fixed in their clustered colonies
Absent of any luring scent
Still attracts the bees
And the poets aesthetic eyes.
Oblique, penetrating sunrays
Shine through the high canopied trees
Directly onto their blossoms
Seemingly glowing like embers
In a campers dying campfire;
And not unlike the fire, remain
Briefly beautiful and then die....

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