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Lines written in a my country garden
Heaven's here in my fond garden fair,
nature's love lit spirit's everywhere,
each flower packed with artistic bliss,
blessed by Sun and Moon's opaque kiss,
oft we gaze on them, wide eyes address
those subtle tones if sheer loveliness,
such is the beauty of love laid bare
by continuous waves of scent woven care,
that dance amongst the flowering trees
where lowly blooms reach to kissing please
coloured Spring"s sweet smelling perfumery,
how here, simplistic and cascading hung,
sweet the honeysuckle has proudly sprung,
whilst nearby Jasmine's purity of hue
issues forth her star like flower'ts to view,
such earth 'Elysian Fields' rich and rare
as the dew kissed lawn refresh the air,
whilst Laburnum's pendent branches flair
exhibit her yellow'd profussion lacy lair,
o'er the pavillions of lush soft green,
as wide our haloed eyes, much is seen
amid the coloured garden beauty drest,
as white the rose, breathes her noble breast,
Thus by destiny's unseen fond embrace
breathes my garden, full fair of face.
nature's love lit spirit's everywhere,
each flower packed with artistic bliss,
blessed by Sun and Moon's opaque kiss,
oft we gaze on them, wide eyes address
those subtle tones if sheer loveliness,
such is the beauty of love laid bare
by continuous waves of scent woven care,
that dance amongst the flowering trees
where lowly blooms reach to kissing please
coloured Spring"s sweet smelling perfumery,
how here, simplistic and cascading hung,
sweet the honeysuckle has proudly sprung,
whilst nearby Jasmine's purity of hue
issues forth her star like flower'ts to view,
such earth 'Elysian Fields' rich and rare
as the dew kissed lawn refresh the air,
whilst Laburnum's pendent branches flair
exhibit her yellow'd profussion lacy lair,
o'er the pavillions of lush soft green,
as wide our haloed eyes, much is seen
amid the coloured garden beauty drest,
as white the rose, breathes her noble breast,
Thus by destiny's unseen fond embrace
breathes my garden, full fair of face.
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Posted: Jun 2016
About this poem:
Written in the month of May when the awakening year was saying farewell the Winters chill
Fear.
Your eyes are solitude
Your lips unspoken
Your mind lost
On a heart that is open
You hide the key
Fear expels you to love
You live in a world of mistrust
Your lips unspoken
Your mind lost
On a heart that is open
You hide the key
Fear expels you to love
You live in a world of mistrust
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Posted: Jul 2016
About this poem:
Just made up .
"Spot"
See Spot run!
Poor Spot ~ He died!
Poor Spot ~ He died!
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Posted: Jul 2016
About this poem:
Here today ~ gone tomorrow!
Ms. Pacman
I first played you in 1981
You were a lot of fun
Eating cherries, strawberries, peaches, pretzels, and apples
Eating pears and bananas made you able
To have two children later on with your Pacman
After dots, power pellets, and blue ghost you ran
A beauty mark on your cheek and a bow on you head
You kept yourself well fed
So here's to you Ms. Pacman who is 35 years young
To all the people who played you were a lot of fun!
You were a lot of fun
Eating cherries, strawberries, peaches, pretzels, and apples
Eating pears and bananas made you able
To have two children later on with your Pacman
After dots, power pellets, and blue ghost you ran
A beauty mark on your cheek and a bow on you head
You kept yourself well fed
So here's to you Ms. Pacman who is 35 years young
To all the people who played you were a lot of fun!
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Posted: Jul 2016
About this poem:
I used to play Ms. Pacman after I bowled in league in seventh grade. I could usually make it to apple. I have it on my sega, and I can make her go a lot faster, so I usally make it way past banana.Ode to Canada.
Full many a native flower here I've seen,
nestled beneath your Mountain's lush green
that breathes each breath of scent laden air,
to daily wash the hours, with unrivaled care,
cavorting clouds float here, without flaws,
like yon oceanic waves that constant roll,
that's fortune favoured beyond Man's vain control,
answering alone to Heaven's pious laws,
thus privileged scan sunsets rejoicing sky,
amplifying realms of proud nurtured liberty,
cherished Maple, heralded, flying high, espy
your forests deep where night birds sing
their overtures, like Angelic Harps finest string,
captures poetic harmonies, each note combine
soft Lydian Airs, perpetuating symphonic Spring,
thus with unfettered stride strolled thy haloed sod
of sculptured avenues, carved by an unseen God
that promotes national Pride, wrapt in facets Holy,
such unsullied joy, far beyond the ways of folly,
all live here amid the corridors of contented quietude,
unknown to spoils of war or its cruel feud,
nor seek cunning paths or Vixen's stealth,
riches of the heart, us but thy exclusive wealth.
nestled beneath your Mountain's lush green
that breathes each breath of scent laden air,
to daily wash the hours, with unrivaled care,
cavorting clouds float here, without flaws,
like yon oceanic waves that constant roll,
that's fortune favoured beyond Man's vain control,
answering alone to Heaven's pious laws,
thus privileged scan sunsets rejoicing sky,
amplifying realms of proud nurtured liberty,
cherished Maple, heralded, flying high, espy
your forests deep where night birds sing
their overtures, like Angelic Harps finest string,
captures poetic harmonies, each note combine
soft Lydian Airs, perpetuating symphonic Spring,
thus with unfettered stride strolled thy haloed sod
of sculptured avenues, carved by an unseen God
that promotes national Pride, wrapt in facets Holy,
such unsullied joy, far beyond the ways of folly,
all live here amid the corridors of contented quietude,
unknown to spoils of war or its cruel feud,
nor seek cunning paths or Vixen's stealth,
riches of the heart, us but thy exclusive wealth.
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Posted: Jul 2016
About this poem:
A reflection of my recent first time in Canada, and as a gift to my Canadian cousin who looked after me so well.
HIPPIES ARE FOREVER
I KNOW THAT GONE ARE THE DAYS WHEN HIPPIES RULED; BUT THERE ARE STILL PLACES LIKE SAN FRANCISCO AND NEW YORK; WHERE HIPPIES STILL RULE WITH AN IRON FORK! THEIR DRESSUPS ARE WONDERFUL; AND THE THOUGHT OF FREE LOVE, IS UNEQUIVICAL! WE NEED TO BRING THE ERA BACK IF WE ARE TO BRING TRUE LOVE TO ITS GREATEST HEIGHTS! THE LORD HAS LONG HAIR;BUT I NEED NOT GO THERE! HIPPIES ARE FOREVER ACCORDING TO MY AMAZING INSIGHTS!
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Posted: Jul 2016
About this poem:
I WANT THAT ERA TO ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED!
weight of the world
like Atlas in dark shadow
there is a Titan in every soul
a thing of horrible effort
and terrible scars
there is a Titan in every soul
a thing of horrible effort
and terrible scars
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Posted: Jul 2016
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Down South
Down South
there are flaming beds of mountains
and the days are yellow and cross
in summer
the heat swells upon
moist black flesh
and is scented
with pork and warm pies
through darkened rooms
we leave as though from caves
emerging
seeking air that barely moves
And day is put to sleep on narrow porches
while streelights defend us from the night
there are flaming beds of mountains
and the days are yellow and cross
in summer
the heat swells upon
moist black flesh
and is scented
with pork and warm pies
through darkened rooms
we leave as though from caves
emerging
seeking air that barely moves
And day is put to sleep on narrow porches
while streelights defend us from the night
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Posted: Aug 2016
Post Commentonline today!GRASP A MOMENT
We walk the valley of our mind
Into nooks and crannies, find
Forgotten dreams, once lost
Remember pain, at human cost
Still our search, with hope
Illusive at times, we cope
Each emotion, giving joy
Grasp the moment, not act coy
Special times, shared by two
Held in hearts, right on cue
Burst to life, when times right
Bringing smiles, to eyes light
None can fake that loving look
Exchanged by two, the action took
Inner feelings, explode to life
Love confirmed, without a price.....
Into nooks and crannies, find
Forgotten dreams, once lost
Remember pain, at human cost
Still our search, with hope
Illusive at times, we cope
Each emotion, giving joy
Grasp the moment, not act coy
Special times, shared by two
Held in hearts, right on cue
Burst to life, when times right
Bringing smiles, to eyes light
None can fake that loving look
Exchanged by two, the action took
Inner feelings, explode to life
Love confirmed, without a price.....
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Posted: Sep 2016
About this poem:
on quiet times we remember......80's Songs
Some songs you may have missed from the 80's:
Who Stole My Quarters For Ms. Pacman
I Can't Solve This Rubix's Cube No Matter How Hard I Try!
Madonna's Pointy Bra is Weird!
Ronnie's Rap
Mount St. Helen Ash On My Car
I Love All Those Videos Playing All Day on MTV!
New Coke Really Sucks!
Need Another Seven Astronauts
My Dad Wants Me To Mow the Grass, It Looks Like Chernobyl
I Want A Chimp Like Michael Jackson's
Who Stole My Quarters For Ms. Pacman
I Can't Solve This Rubix's Cube No Matter How Hard I Try!
Madonna's Pointy Bra is Weird!
Ronnie's Rap
Mount St. Helen Ash On My Car
I Love All Those Videos Playing All Day on MTV!
New Coke Really Sucks!
Need Another Seven Astronauts
My Dad Wants Me To Mow the Grass, It Looks Like Chernobyl
I Want A Chimp Like Michael Jackson's
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Posted: Sep 2016
About this poem:
Just making up some songs related to things that happened in the 80's. Ronnie Rap is an actual song by Ron and the D.C. Crew.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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