Short Mosses Poems

The very velvet moss of you is lost forever from my forest floor...

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when the ducks return
	pink mosses utter volumes ~
		Lakota listen

(April Full Moon – Lakota)...

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Latching deceased life
Mineral depredation
Mosses vital spark

Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 05/24/2009...

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Mess up not mosses 
This green not garden
Round ground wells
There around walls
Frogs small, wells always small 
The World not there come out breaking walls...

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Above wet mosses tread quiet spirits,
Leaving blossoming boughs, and flowers abloom.
Between vivid light and verdant grasses,
It is here, where their wild hearts loom....

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Cascade of blue, flows
Green mosses, grace nature's rocks
The trees drink in toast


For Raul's contest " Rhythm of the Falls " 



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-5.php...

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Pastels in bright hue
Sporadic ebony limbs
Soon to be blessed ~~~*

With green lush mosses
Whilst all around this haven
blooms to it's fullest ~~~*








http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-12.php...

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The monstrous spires uprise
But never touch the skies,
Vain, earth-foundationed monuments
To Life’s impermanence.

Expensive markers war with Time
Where lichen mosses climb
And cover up each hand-carved word
That tells of those interred....

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The monstrous spires uprise
But never touch the skies,
Vain, earth-foundationed monuments
To Life’s impermanence.

Expensive markers war with Time
Where lichen mosses climb
And cover up each hand-carved word
That tells of those interred....

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Somewhere to the place
where club mosses grow
picking away the rusty pins
the city has pricked to my soul
somewhere to grow..









SOMEWHERE - Poetry Contest
Sponsor	nette onclaud
Syllables=30
Poet: Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
7th January,2015...

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Merging into the chorus

I glanced at the night sky
Mesmerizing/Spellbinding

This carbon-based life form 
Started to break into p.i.e.c.e.s

As the mosses desperately approach the light
All of my p.a.r.t.i.c.l.e.s 
Head toward the sun
Not waiting for its rise...

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Belle,

Earth’s grace,

leaves her spire

Light-laced her pace

Shimmering, she glides, and the granite gleams

Sweet laughs she splashes, so the mosses beam

In her cascade...

many parade...

Aqua's

!life
~~
~

(9/22/2020: Sea Ray 240 DMS)...

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My husband and I are good at not having bosses.
We like positions where no one tells us what to do.
We have quit many jobs and cut our losses.
Give us autonomy, which we feel is our due.
Hire us if you must, but as sure as trees have mosses
We will resign fast unless left alone by you....

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where
  soft mosses
             grow
winds
from
every land 
         compact
         &warm
waiting..
    here...
        in rain
        out of the west
honeysuckle
          about
           to
            blossom
in
   my
        heart

FP inspired by Sing Song by Christina Rossetti...

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I am happy but there is a pain in this gaiety.
The mosses and thistle have turned their tint on the threshold.
How more eon to be created, these collection of azure are getting shrivel.
How more shall I live on the basis of this white papers.
Everyday you are slaughtering me not with your aura but your letters....

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Mosses dabbed gray

                                       Silver moon above shines blind

                                             Owl hoots distant rats
        
                                         Drag  glum silence of blood

                                          A tale of love not well told...

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then i wrote it to myself

Quo teint
where they keep the intelligence

who was the sexiest of the seven dwarves
Was Bash
Fully interrupted that line

look at that shoop in those sheep
A rolling gather mosses no stone
i mist the sky
fog got

definitively asking what does the mean

why do people think
Pikachu would taste like chicken...

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contemplative, reflective, thoughtful, pensive, introspective spring
surveying her meadows and woodlands, encouraging the daffodils,
lilacs, violets and fresh mosses.
She encourages and enthuses her verdent greens to do their best.
Buds are starting on limbs, tiny leaves are beginning to appear.
She congratulates herself, again a success, loving her occupation....

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Green leaves blocking the sky
  under the tree branches,
Between the triangular and square
  pebbles of the softest curve,
Water of unknown origin flows
  white streams of water and bubbles
Appear and then disappear,
  and at some point,
Pass by the big rock right in front of you
  become one with your poor friends
Then it hits the edge
  of the computer monitor....

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Her mushroom hat gave us pause, made us stop.
We saw beautiful monarchs nearing the top.
Mosses and violets surrounded the edge.
In the middle of the back was a woodland ledge.

Her mushroom hat was designed with love.
Inherited from her grandmother’s talents from above.
We were in awe of the gorgeous concoction she made.
There were tiny toadstools down in the grass shade....

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Elfin forest, 
Hiding in Peru,
Waiting for fog drip

Gnarled trunks,
Lichens, ferns, orchids,
Mossy forest's trolls

Intense tree canopy
Keeping shy mountain gorilla's secrets
Holding raindrops hostage

Perpetual fog,
Adding a mystique 
of shadowed magic

Tropical delight
Heavily affected by
Global climate changes

Elfin forest,
Lending her mosses
To lead the way...

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male woodland elf with your handsome smile 
frolicking between oaks and maples
shimmering green and silver leaves with pride
hugging willow trees around their middles 
leaving the purple violets wanting more
as fey as gnomes, faeries, and brownies 
i sense you slipping in and out of the forest in silence
delighting in the mushrooms and the mosses
intriguing the innocence of the woods
playing your mesmerizing melodic flute...

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Upon arrival Forest Antler Ghost of the Oaks shook the leaves
She tweaked some of the mosses, so they were a bit springier
She gave love to the woodland violets and mushrooms
The north wind and the oaks always sensed her arrival.
They spruced themselves up a bit; the faeries were unsure
They felt something but were not able to fully see her.
The elves brownies and forest imps figured it out first,
mayhap due to their close affinity with woods....

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Seeing the mosses hanging from the trees. 
Feeling the warm and gentle breeze. 
Smell that fragrant scent from the magnolia trees. 
Touch the rich soil tha lies beneath my feet. 
I hear a rhythm and blues melody that sounds so sweet.
I miss those things that are so fine.
Let me go back below the Mason-Dixon Line. 
The south is the place I used to call home. 
I want to return there and no longer roam.

inspired by another member's poem
...

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Winter Coolers

The air of Delhi,
Giving the pure air bely,
One-time visit to our Suraj valley,
Where even stone mosses give pure air.
Where the discussion on the Chinaberry,
Giving Great Green Back Order,
To  Cloud Computing cloudiness ( pollutants ) Maker,
Giving Originally order to Organized Oregon,
When Cloud bawls and fallen teardrop,
Telling The Kohinoor salvation,
Where on winter flour Dive from Sky,
The rind of the Seville Soar Orange tells the Winter Cooler Current....

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