Short Landscaped Poems

landscaped yard
that one rock
not quite right...

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landscaped yard
that one rock
not quite right...

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bushy gray squirrel
sneaking cautiously across
neatly landscaped lawns...

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Just hours before now
we were landscaped together
my 3 sons null, void
fateful meetings of goodbyes
Solitary confinement...

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FANTASY FLICKS
When I was in my teens
Hollywood set the scene;
On manufactured landscaped lots,
In simple wholesome movie plots-
Each Saturday standing in a queue..
Awaiting escape ..to somewhere new....

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Alphabetical Zen



A bee came dancing, 

energetically flying.

Glides high into July’s kindly landscaped moment.

Navigates over petals,  quaffs rose splendor.

This useful vagabond with x-rated youthful zest.




July 29, 2009...

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   I step outside, a world of beauty greets me
     landscaped gardens, lush leaves on each tree
  
   Yet my stomach feels so queasy
     a vague sense of doom leaves me uneasy...   

   Sans freedom of speech, life is hell
     afraid to break a single eggshell
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She grasped the dinosaur thoughts,
holding on like a junkyard dog, 
til the light came, 
in a pre dawn dream,
through an archangel,
who walked up the rigorous and sparsely landscaped path
at a crossroads,
where the churning and ancient mental acrobats could not climb,
so she followed....

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Love is
Looking in his eyes
And seeing
The rest of your life
Unfurled in a moment
So hurried
You cannot gasp a breathe
But love
Has landscaped it 
So beautiful
In such fine detail
Down to the last 
Breathe
The last touch
The last hold of his hand
The last 'I love you'
The always eternity......

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He flew home
nothing remained
only her.
Houses and neighbors
had shrunk into footnotes.
His dog had lost its sense of smell
- was not well.
The roots of the town
had rotted beneath the forgotten
and disowned.
The whole damn country
had been re-landscaped.
He did not fit anymore
except into her -
that was more than enough....

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Empty cold branch fingers
Reaching out in all directions
Through the quiet skies
Gray and heavy smoldering
Whisping skyward from chimneys
Through the windows frost child eyes
Spy the first snowfall softly
Drifting about heedlessly
White velvet landscaped covering
As December settles down
Enfolding the night
In her tranquility...

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How Much Longer Will We
Sacrifice JUSTICE for MERCY
With the likes of 
Our Dee Pee Bee's (Domestic Purposes Benefits)
Before we realize it
Undermines OUR morality
Insidiously insinuating itself in
To legislation landscaped unevenly
As if handouts are 'free'.

"Who DECIDES WHO IS NEEDY?"
Should be the question asked.
Why do we ignore
Embedded in the core
The rot mercy masked?...

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The small of a womans back
Sacred ground, desire
It beckons, quietly inviting

Waiting to be caressed
Waiting to be touched
Waiting to be claimed

Unmistakably feminine
Uniquely landscaped
Female curves, danger

Feel the touch of my hands
Strong, firm, suggestive
Soft, tender, comforting

The small of a womans back
Waiting to be caressed
By the hands of her lover 

~Rick Berry...

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When I was in my teens
Hollywood set the scene;
Powerful producers called the shots
On manufactured landscaped lots,
Adventure,humour excitement
In simple wholsome movie plots-
Hayward and Mature
Wayne & westerns..for sure,
Russell and Marilyn Monroe,
Hope & Cosby.. with miles to go,
Rogers & Astaire,
Hudson & Day with love in the air-
Just to name a few....
Each Saturday standing in a queue..
Awaiting escape ..to somewhere new.
,...

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Often a country will plough over its dead.
Flowers planted; parks landscaped
over the biographies of the brave.
To read the fallen, to honor the dead and the living
we must gouge out the forgetting,
shake the roots of heaven, name the roll call
of each damnable war one hero at a time,
one loss at a time -
for each survivor there is always some loss.
Bless the memory, write down the word 'freedom'
as if we who stay at home
had always fought for it....

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Dachau

The train rails are gone, the processing center an exhibition. The barracks scrubbed.  

The hanging loops in The shower rooms removed, racks and whipping tables clean and displayed. The execution wall & Blood Ditch grown over, trimmed and landscaped.

“Shower” rooms with gas jets are sealed.  The three-person ovens impervious to the scorn. 
Ash dumps and mass graves covered, and monuments marked. 

Hell has been sanitized for public viewing......

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Valleys wide of rust and green
Rolling hills, such vintage green

Woven rope of twisted vines
Purple hues of grape divine

Paths between the rows of braid
Staked in strands so neatly laid

As if a Sun God reaching down
Had trailed his fingers 'cross the ground

Welcome signs that offer tastes
Archway drives, with landscaped gates

Merlot reds, a richness deep
Zinfandel, a year to keep

Perfect day, a sweet escape
A Champagne toast to celebrate...

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Today, all is landscaped by mist.
North, South, East, and West
                all are one floating sea.

The hedgerows are reefs,
a familiar tree-line
seems like a gray cliff face.
My own face
feels as if swept over
                          by a tidal spume.

Now a kitchen radio is turned on,
a truck blasts its air-horn, a child shouts,
and as if the sun were only now roused
to scatter ocean dreams
with a newly rinsed
                        and blotting wind....

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It's Crowded in Here

Mother,Father,Brother,Sister,Friend
Person,People,Traffic,Regrets.
Love,Hate,Sadness,Happy Memories
Missed Moments,Uncertainties,Financial Dilemmas,
Social Phobias,Bad Habits,Bad Actions,
Favors,Promises,Pacts,Trust
Hope,Dreams,Nightmares,Ghosts
Job Prospects,Skills learnt,Places Traveled and lived.
Landscaped scenes,Machinery worked,
Goals in progress,Needs,Wants,Desires and Undecideds
All inside my head
It's Crowded in here

Damian L Hunt
2000...

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OUTLOOKS
 A shifting
   play of angles
multilayered
that morph
into
 landscaped
abstractions
 already
 enmeshed
 about to
embark
the density
 dissipates time
with
 lights
&sounds
flickering
thr awake
 hushed
&enshrined
by the  curious

white seeps
 through
from underneath
 a blossoming
 light from memory
that glimpse
of nature
blurs
 the boundary
between
temporarlilty
& the transient
 becomes
the frame
to inhabits it
 to savour
every
fleeting
element...

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When I was in my teens
Hollywood set the scene;
Powerful producers called the shots
On manufactured landscaped lots,
Adventure,humour excitement
In simple wholsome movie plots-
Hayward and Mature
Wayne & westerns..for sure,
Russell and Marilyn Monroe,
Hope & Crosby.. with miles to go,
Rogers & Astaire,
Hudson & Day with love in the air-
Just to name a few....
Each Saturday standing in a queue..
Awaiting escape ..to somewhere new.
,
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2009...

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we
dressed for visibility
armed with answers
we had no questions for

you
the only one who knows me
who goes away when the lights go out
and disappears at noon

O! how you are ahead of me sometimes...
So thin the thing between us
what we've always hoped for
and what we've always been.

pealing back the landscaped features
sets you apart
but we are getting closer
every day

staring at it
unfolding

the looming emptiness before me

My shadow
o abyss
opening up
o, abyss, abyss! 


Big Sur 12/2011...

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Sandy Times
Trundling over soft
feet deteriorating downwards

Attempting migration
to impenetrable grains

Dramatic curving seas
landscaped for eyes to dance upon
 
Cloudy lilied surf
circumnavigates at the foot

Colourful daystar
skulks dreamingly away 

Big whites enshroud
the navigating splendor 

Scattered coral
Impinges the mind

Pebbles placed into
Intriguing decorations
On now rigid sand

Destinations met
The soul refreshed

Remembering
enjoying
Sandy times...

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