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“Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads”
Marianne Moore
Tulips
Tulips, gently swaying, in the warm spring sun
Their colour of the brightest red, indicating fun
Counting down from a multitude to one
Spring time is here: everyone has won!
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“Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads”
Marianne Moore
Train Tracks
Clickety-clack
On the train tracks
The finger taps
Someone, playing the sax
The birds along side, their wings flap
A gentleman, trying to nap
This is no place to relax
Just join this rhythmic parallax
Enjoy the beat to the max
For on this trip, no one pays the tax
Clickety-clack
On the train tracks
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“Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads”
Marianne Moore
Piled Up
Piled up, for future consumption
Possibly, in a fiery combustion
Or at least, it was the assumption
The other option
To this odd concoction:
If you follow my suggestion
Maybe build a house instead?
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“Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads”
Marianne Moore
Berries
Juicy and sweet
Its taste a treat
Mix it in a tea or soup
Maybe into your mouth just scoop
The seasonal red berries in the bush
Plenty of them, no need to push
Just make your pick
And soon enough, your fingers you’ll lick
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“Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads”
Marianne Moore
Tree Tops
Where blue and green meet
In a rhythmic windy beat
Where spring’s growth is incomplete
And the weather still in a loss of heat
Just take a seat
Admire the treat
The dance of the trees
In this seasonal breeze
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“Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads”
Marianne Moore
Slow Boat
Over the nightly waters
A few daring trotters
Have set sail to the land of promise
Looking for that ultimate bonus
A peaceful resting place
Where life still stays
Where nothing ever changes
Only surrounded, with familiar faces
The land of utopia
A proverbial cornucopia
The final destination
With one united nation
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“Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads”
Marianne Moore
Horizon
Far away in the nightly horizon
Long before the moon’s arising
Where meeting, of the blue waters and skies
Here is, where the secret lies
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“Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads”
Marianne Moore
Rose
Standing tall
Never fall
A single red rose
In a proud pose
Petals shiny and red
With a promise to never shed
Come shine or rain
The rose will stay
Proud, red and tall
And never, ever fall
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“Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light”
Helen Keller
Friends of Mine
Please, be kind
Always, rewind
For these are all
Friends of mine
They were hard to find
Some, even declined
Some, were left behind
Some of them, combined
But when in a grind
I just had to remind
And here they all arrived
These, friends of mine
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“If, as a chemist, I see a flower, I know all that is involved in synthesizing a flower’s elements.
And I know that even the fact that it exists is not something that is natural. It is a miracle”
— Albert Hofmann
Elements and Symbols
Undiscovered
Laying dormant
Recovered
By an informant
The symbols drawn
Onto the unknown elements
Before the early dawn
Possibly as ornaments
Signs of prediction
Part, of some ancient superstition
Colourful
But fearful
These elements and symbols
Remaining a riddle
But nothing to belittle
Possibly the initials
Of gods from the past
Carved into stone
For ages to last
Rantings Of A Third Kind 