Short Conserved Poems

Water is conserved
On the top of high mountains
In the glaciers...

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Creation of a Plantation

We constantly conserved for creation,
Of a pretty place having a plantation;
Where had been,
Programmed in;
Here where America is a new nation.

Jim Horn...

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Beeches
and blue-bells,
wych-elm and yew-
nature conserved from me
and you
Beeches
and blue-bells,
wych-elm and yew-
nature reserved for me
and you


Inspired by our local Chilterns Area of Natural Beauty...

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The warm patina of old age is cherished
revered, conserved, protected as irreplaceable.
Unlike the wrinkles and scars
that deface waned youth expired.
Only time and good care
coats much-loved keepsakes 
with protective patina - 
the glaze and sheen of esteemed age....

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Shadows flicker across my eye
blown on the wind,a brown butterfly

Hot summer days,wing into view
with an admiral and holly blue

Meadow brown,peacock and skipper
welcome pollen dusted,day-tripper

Art in flight,we so briefly see
conserved by us,their steward-trustee...

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In the sunken garden of love,
Pure water is conserved.
For-get-me-nots grow from above.
Fragrant roses are served.

Love will make our scent sing,
Birds fly and thrill with zing,
I feel i am a king.

Time up says the warden,
In the sunken garden.


Quietus
...

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You preserve your existence with
each step that you take,
adding an abundance of life to you're
very harsh being.
Coursing through and roaming beyond
the parallels of this earth with
bounded heart.
Burdened even ---
filled with remorse, crying
but to a beckoning soul, in an 
unruly attempt to
conserved the energy used to
continue to live and just...
Be....

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A thing for tomorrow reserved
Is a thing for today preserved:
The still-unused has not one served
The pleasure from saving: 'Deserved'

With things for tomorrow reserved
One's strength has been, somehow, conserved
And - some don't know - one's health preserved;
For tomorrows pains drugs reserved.

The Reserved is often preserved
And, there, waits to have you soon served!...

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I thought today I could make it work

it wasn’t so much the sadness

as lightness

as bottled crocodiles and persimmon fungi

as broken arrows across the ascended 

the ascended ones I shan’t recall 

as they won't allow it

today I make this work

as tears turn to conserved weapons

that ignite and sting every limb

as guttural music I can’t quite grasp

drips down my moldy walls

today

i thought

today reacts...

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