Sleeping in blossoms, plush pillows!
Fleeting dreams, of pink, cloud billows.
Red, orange, purple and golden,
spread over green park, so olden.
Soft, the sighs, as hummingbird flies,
Oft' plagued by purple martin cries.
Falling through petals ~ deep, downy.
Crawling time, scented and drowsy.
A canner exceedingly canny
One morning remarked to his granny:
"A canner can can
Any thing that he can
But a canner can't can a can, can he?"
Words of no profit,
Chitchat and debate
worth no participate!
Rather saving the lost,
Edifying the synagogue.
It’s the beast works
For men to mine;
Strifes among themselves,
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My darling spot is a grassy hill,
Where I go to hear the bluebirds thrill,
Sometimes in mauve marigold dawn morn,
As waking dreams are in stillness born!
Other times to taste hot noonday bliss,
Sweeping me off to the clouds' abyss,
Of red sunsets, or nights after nine.
That time's my accomplice, is just fine-
With nature dancing its borderlines!
I'm blessed beyond measure
treasured above every other treasure
Not by pleasure
but by grace
grace that didn't consider my race
nor my pace
This grace considered me worthy
not because I'm wealthy
but because I'm filthy
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Sultry evening surprise,
the starry sky of fireflies!
Pink, shining, full moon
on rosy, Dragonfly Lagoon.
Lofty fireflies are winking,
as gold time is blinking.
Ash silhouetted clouds,
partially veil fleet crowds,
that glow emerald green,
until so suddenly unseen.
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Sleeping in blossoms, plush pillows!
Fleeting dreams, of pink, cloud billows.
Red, orange, purple and golden,
spread over green park, so olden.
Soft, the sighs, as hummingbird flies,
Oft' plagued by purple martin cries.
Falling through petals ~ deep, downy.
Crawling time, scented and drowsy.
Amid the recent snowfall, is a sunny, yellow cascade;
For, jasmine blooms are now plunging, in cold shade.
Stark trees are forever shivering, though much alive;
Dreaming of the purple birds, and lonesome beehives.
Jasmine is blooming, on every fence and green trellis,
Like rainbow that lingers; when it has much to tell us!
The street of pink-blue skies, now brings ready smiles;
To see myriad florets, on one of nature's snowy aisles.
As I sit in sunbeam pearls,
My gemmed dragonfly visits, noon.
Warm regards from red, butterfly world!
Purple birds' sing summer tune.
Fairy and dragonfly visit,
sitting on my silk sunflower.
Joy and magic of the hued minute!
Birds flit the plum tree bower.
It seems I don't know quite how to respond,
To the pain present, within and beyond,
So, my subconscious defaults to the lead,
With habitual patterns, I proceed…
Reliant on instincts and emotions,
These primal pathways take me through motions,
Now I’m acting rash, values misaligned,
Hurting loved ones in this stressed frame of mind,
All because I’m unable to pacify,
My cortex, drenched in stimuli.
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