Hurts Costumed as Lesson
Lesson as Costumed Hurts
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Hurt, mysterious, scary
Bundled scars, pain wrapped
Holding tears
Pressed tightly
Gifts bestowed with shrugs of
Hopelessness
Of shrugs with bestowed gifts
Tightly pressed tears
Holding wrapped pain
Scars bundled
Scary, mysterious hurt
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(A Palindrome Poem)
Or
(A Mirrored Poem)
Samara
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Colossal samara sculpture spinning
The gentle breeze provoking giant seed
Around the garden at a ghostly speed
The bronze patinaed green and weathered well
Enormous silent, it has me grinning
The towering art, not aunaturel
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Now where did I park that car?
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Hope I find my car
This big concrete maze
Swallowed it
Cell phone of no use here
I may never find it
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Hope I find my car
I’ll be here for days
Wandering
Pressing lock a lot
Listening closely
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Hope I find my car
Retracing my ways
Filled with hope
Hearing my horn honk
Following the sound
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(A Cardinal Stanza)
Salvia elegens
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Pineapple sage, sweet scented mint – November blooms, glad to know it
Tropical plant, ruby red hint – soft light green leaves, had to sow it
Container bound, oh so fragrant – hummingbird bait, rad to show it
Matter of time, frost will kill it – yearly planted, mad to grow it.
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Modern Convenience
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The seat heat spoils me, no grief – modern convenience, I’m spoiled
Cold days and long days, a relief – on to a warm place, I’ve toiled
Not just for winter, a stress thief – great for long road trips, stress foiled
My Required option, even brief – I’ll always have it, I’m loyal.
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Anemone japonica
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White Japanese Anemone blooms
When the days grow shorter
While lighting up garden rooms
Wonderful during the season’s third quarter
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How lovely are these flowers
Happiness on a stem
Hanging on into colder hours
Heroic late season gem
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Only people who dare traverse
Onto garden paths in fall
Open their eyes and are immersed
Oddly in the beauty of it all
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Nearing the end of the season
Nifty leaves change their hues
No they’re not the only reason
Needed to get out and enjoy the view.
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( A Trolaan Poem)
Wild for Salmon
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Wild salmon is from the great cold pacific
The fisherpeople there are quite prolific
Know what I make of it will be terrific.
Dolloped with shallots tomatoes lemon squeeze
And fresh herbs from my garden grown with great ease
This recipe seems it will be sure to please
This filet is so large I can make six meals
With good fats and nutrients, it’s food that heals
Healthy sustainable food has great appeal.
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(A Muzdawidj Poem)
Katydid
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Nice try katydid but you are no leaf
Stick in cold pause in the October dawn
In slow motion until the cool is gone
Soaking in the sun’s rays for some relief
Up in the boughs you may never be seen
Down on the bark you’re the only thing green
This time of year the cool morning is brief
As sun steals the chill like a sly thief
You’re a target here now so green on the bark
Sure you were safe but it’s no longer dark
As the day brightens it’s nature’s belief
It’s time to conclude your chirps and your trills
Ending the night of adventures and thrills
‘Til dark katydid, go hide on a leaf
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Technical Difficulties
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Oh
Why do you
Constantly do this
Giving me the run around
Hours on the telephone
Zero problems solved
I will not
Hold
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Noisy Neighbor
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Blender buzzes through open door
Flower fragrance fills the hallway
Private phone calls you can’t ignore
Can hear every word she does say
Others’ space she seems to ignore
Wish I cared less what people say
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Private phone calls you can’t ignore
Can hear every word she does say
Silently, please stop I implore
Can’t wait for the end of the day
Others’ space she seems to ignore
Wish I cared less what people say
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Silently please stop I implore
Can’t wait for the end of the day
I really can’t take any more
I wonder how late she will stay
Others’ space she seems to ignore
Wish I cared less what people say
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I really can’t take anymore
I wonder how late she will stay
Not sure we’ll develop rapport
I close my door with no delay
Others’ space she seems to ignore
Wish I cared less what people say
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(A Roundelay Poem)
A Picture and a Poem 