Short Gazebo Poems

gazebo of love
first kiss place for so many
The park like magic...

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june mountain valley
summer sleepers dream at peace
moonlit lattice gazebo
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finishing touches
to gazebo 
new summer guesthouse



posted on June 4, 2018...

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There once was a young man from Toledo
Who fast needed to rent a tuxedo
He went in
Was too thin
Suit hung on him like a cloth gazebo...

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Great Things Grow In Gazebo

In gallant  gazebo great  things grow;
Like my curiosity which you do know;
Do ameliorate;
Not  humiliate;
To Trump brain caused a severe blow.

Jim Horn...

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Come purchase assurance! Salvation sold here!
Our rose-colored glasses cure doubt, pride, and fear.
Believe without question and watch your faith grow.
(The price may be truth, but it’s not like you’ll know.)...

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Set up our gazebo for the summer, our joy overflows
Adds another whole room to our sweet humble abode
With the feeling of camping
Helps to alleviate the cramping
Making it homey helping us forget winter's cold...

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When springtime lifts its sunlit gaze,
amid the foliage and silvery waves,
of a pond with scarlet gazebo
lovers swim lightheartedly
and Gaia’s song rings out among,
the nest-filled boughs of emerald trees.
 

3-3-2022
Bite Size Poem.#38 Contest
Line Gauthier...

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A man sought advice for his pains that persist.

Was told to see Gracie the cute pharmacist;

Built up so much his ego

He bypassed John’s gazebo,

Cured by the blue pill for his flacciditis.








19 July 2015

Note: My own take on the Trending Topic Started by Jack, Eve, Jan and JOhn...

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Was In Gazebo Horn Haiku

Was in gazebo
When we found a placebo
And will watch it grow.

I am still reading Never Do 
Deny Bill Nye the Science 
guy.

As a rule what you
Normally will do in school
Is do fight a duel.

Should I ask her another
question or to priest make
a confession?

Jim Horn

Jim Horn...

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lost in greenery
out of the house for a day
gazebo breezes
in midst of blooming summer
underneath the singing trees

sitting on sunshine
before the sweet crimson hour
in summer's fun house
in a universe of stars
outside of icy winter

on the edge of bliss
and thankful for God's goodness
in a jasmine year
butterflies hummingbirds scents
excitement for the senses...

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Sunny settings
Picnics
Barbecues
Even weddings
Chatting and having a good time
Laughter with friends
Or
Quiet times
Alone
To just sit
And breathe
Take in the beauty
Of the surroundings
Flowering trees
With heavenly scent
Green lush grass
Flowering shrubs
Perfumed garden blooms
Bright cheerful colours



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Posted on March 16, 2018...

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With his long narrow beak he drank
drawing out nectar from a flower 
it was an Eastern Red Columbine,  
an Aquilegia wild desire ...

Nature was singing a sweet refrain 
sending sunshine to my visitor 
with wings spread he extracted,  
using a tubular beak and tongue;

He was a welcome guest 
inside this beautiful garden  
From a latticed gazebo I espied 
as he took delight, in every sip...

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sweet conversation in the rain
sitting in a gazebo enjoying mother nature's rhythm
you have caramel popcorn
i have butter toffee kettle corn
we both have icy cold bottled water
your laughter soothes me
my unique humor soothes you
my laughter soothes you
your equally unique humor soothes me
we are where we wanna be, with each other
simplicity and precipitation merging and smiling on our souls...

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I have a whole week
On this hilltop house
With trees for company
And flowers as friends
Lazing in the gazebo
Feeding the ducks 
Life is true pleasure
With no intrusion from the world
Writing poetry
When a thought dances
Into the grey matter
Drinking coffee 
And eating tons of chocolates
Sleeping when the eyes
Decide the time
Waking when the birds
Give a call
My whole week spent 
In entire serenity...

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Ever since my eyes met yours
I felt something in my heart
Love, joy and fear
I don't know where to start

Love because I knew someday
We were meant to be
Under that gazebo
It was plain to see

Joy because I smile
It's pretty simple too
It never seems to go away
Whenever I'm with you

Fear because I'm so very scared
I've never loved this way before
To give someone my heart
Through rich, or through poor...

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sitting in a gazebo
in the rain with you
watching the water flow with a smile
enjoying the quiet as well as the stillness
listening to you sing love (can make you happy)
and saying to my self, 'oh mercy!'
making you laugh mid-lyric
then i sing 'laughter in the rain'
to myself while enjoying the beautiful 
singing voice and the pleasure of the
pleasingly permanent company of the
One That I Love......Nothing Like It!...

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Water wheel running
cascading over slate rocks
the water pours fast
down the mini waterfall
into the large pond below.

Gold fish are thriving
nine fishes swim in this pond
from the gazebo
watching them dart in the pond 
chasing each other around.

Raspberry plants grow
along with my small garden
the potted flowers
sit high on my five foot deck
where they survey my back yard.




Phyllis Babcock
Sept 14 2011...

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We are propped
in chanting Indian summer wind,
fixed upon empty ribs
of snow fence
swaying akimbo in afternoon air,
lightly touching
            sepia earth.

As I touch you
I am someone else.

A new-dark wind rages
through the open window.
Lying here, we absorb night
                  suspended
in a high gazebo, unseen fences
pushing backs,
pushing us to one another;
the last harvest wind
            jade through hands....

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come; sit for 
 a bit on the
  bench in
   the gazebo; 
    before evenfall. 
     watch the sun 
      wan dim
       feel the flame
        burn lose,
         inviting 
          spirit love 
           to sing with passion,
            boring deep, bound on its 
             own 
              mist of evenfall.

2. Evenfall
 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3, 2, 3,3, 5, 6,1,5 
Poetry Contest: Pick-A-Title, Vol 17 - Yalto -'
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh...

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I do not dream... Except

I do not dream...
Except to dream of you
Sitting in the gazebo
Sipping your morning brew

I do not dream...
Except to dream of you
Looking out across the lake
Watching the fowl migrate

I do not dream...
Except to dream of you
Picking some wildflowers
To grace my table today

I do not dream...
Except to dream of you
Leading us in prayer
In autumn's peaceful breeze

I do not dream...
Except...
To dream of you....

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Near faint mountain ridges, upon bends of bridges,

splashes of light tickle as streams below trickle.

Moonlight's expansive flow sprinkles the gazebo.

White canterbury bells absorb sheen luster swells.

Illuminations strum nature's palette spectrum.

Brushed garden's rainbow felts, like dripping oil, melts.

Cottage lights extend to the stream's reflective blend.

Luminance warms our days as fireplace logs blaze.


2-4-2021

Tribute to Thomas Kincaid, "Painter of Light."...

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