Short Gazebo Poems
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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
fuchsia flower blooms
in the park near Gazebo
enlightens the day
Heidi Sands
5/30/24
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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
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.)
gigantic girlish ghouls gathered at Gate’s gazebo
glabrous ghouls glistening grotesque globs of gloom
gothic goldbricking good-for-nothing gossips on the go
green-eyed grandstanding grifters, guests of green groom.
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
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
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Line Gauthier
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
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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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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!
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
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.
Listen to poem:
Cuddles and feelings make the world so good.
Hushed our embrace, our silence understood.
Ten spare lights, as our romance is revealed.
Jenni in love, our hearts gently healed.
Jenni I allow you to ravish me this night.
Mutual trust, a bond shining bright.
Harmonious whispers dance in the air.
Gazebo nuzzles, a moment so rare.
Caressing souls, as sweet as your perfume.
Aspiring union in our discrete bedroom.
Hold love safe from shadows' loom.
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
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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.
ice cream cones will be delivered by the gazebo in the park.
We saw a large lumbering thing coming at us in the dark.
It was an ice cream cone delivery man in form of a red dragon.
Carrying four ices at the same time, his tail never dragg’n.
You need a wagon, we told him, a Red Flyer wagon.
Thank you for the tip, he said. He was a super polite dragon.
We had ice cream cones delivered the next night too.
But this time they were delivered by squirrels, we counted sixty-two.
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."