Short Perfuming Poems

dusk closes droopy eyelids -
      rose unfurls its petals
      perfuming the night...

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Spring  
The flowers are blooming  
They are perfuming 
  
The tree’s leafs are green 
The insect is small like bean 
  
Nature revives 
It looks like it lives!...

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Femina spiritus.
Breezy skirted.
There above it; in name of Spring
World, perfuming.
Of rose, iris embroidered
Back and forth sway.
In who's temple, to Flora's own
Prayful wait shown....

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Venomous snakes, hard rains savage
   Mercury, Venus and Mars
hissing like boas and rattlers
   plunging into rocky reservoirs

On Earth, gentle rains dance lightly
   atop welcoming green lawns
Perfuming Spring's warm, soft air
   refreshing the world at dawn...

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O June   linger on with your youthful charm;
Fireflies and evergreen still gloam to disarm
Woods  brimming lushly , perfuming the air…

Let springtime flaunt this elegance   so rare!


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Wnen A Fourth Line Helps It To Rhyme
Contest of Silent One     6/9/2018...

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darkness in every inch of town.
swallowing consumerism.
the itch to buy,
that envelopes society.
a rash,
infection.
sweet vanilla candles.
tea lights of safety.
windows open.
marijuana perfuming the air.
voices swept by summer heat.
lighting rumbling in the past.
pavement saturated by the storm.
everything is alright.
everything has turned blue....

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Outside of the city where the pomegranates grow,
With large citrus orchards perfuming the air,
I met my true love on a blossom strewed pathway.
My heart gave a leap when I saw him draw near.
He held me so tight underneath blooming tree
As he planted his kisses all over my face.
We met in the city where the pomegranate grows
And we'll wed in the valley where the scented wind blows....

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I am living proof of life after death.
Weakened and not yet at full power,
My heart beats in a quieter rhythm
than when you were alive.
I have been making the necessary repairs.
Hammering out the dents.
Checking for a spark.
Watching the gauges.
Listening for a hum or a ping.
Polishing the fenders.
Perfuming the interior.
I would rev up the engine, but I
wait 'til someone turns me on....

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A trio of warblers jargon
a madrigal in harmony.
Their polyphony awakens
a slumbering dawn from darkness
while white dewy daffodils, like
saintly daughters of charity,
bow before the paragon sun.
A gentle zephyr diffuses
its collection of fragrances
from the myriad wildflowers
it encountered on its journey
eastward; sojourning, perfuming,
impregnating the morning air
with its sweet, volatile essence....

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She beckons!
Attractive invites,
“Come closer”
Into my fragrance,
Mysterious ingredients, 
Potions!
Perfuming your souls,
Romancing into blooms,
Lighting fires
Exciting your hearts,
Flowering red
Elegance grace and style,
Her beauty charms,
Speaking words of passion,
Deep within,
Calling her suitors,
With arousing intoxication,
Imaginations awoken,
Enchanted forever
Into her garden,
Making her bed, 
With thorns....

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Spring unveils its sweet surprises, 
Perfuming the air with blooming reprises. 
Blossoms dance in the wind's tender hold, 
Whispering secrets of warmth untold.
Sunlight spills like liquid gold, 
While cool breezes weave stories, old. 
Emerald meadows, a verdant sea, 
Invite deer families to roam carefree.
Songbirds serenade the waking earth, 
Their melodies weave a tapestry of rebirth. 
Nature unveils bliss as life renews, 
A vibrant symphony of colorful hues.
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Crude stones should be tossed into the stream
to experience the hobby of life-
the art of loving everything anything...
to be exposed to all the fiery scribbles that come with it.


But flecks of beauty-wettened- are still hidden.
Meaningful glances and deeds 
meant only for the rarest of angels
are lost in the splashes and gargle
of unblemished indifference.

No stone can ever skip back to the nest
to do so would only perfume the spirit...
This is the purist of laws. 
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