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Karijinbba Aug 2021
For too long I loved you dear.
I fear no evil I destroy it.
Wake up, don't think of death.
A new graceful soul invites me,
for a walk in his forest land;
into his wooded lands.

Peacocks mate nearby there
RD's awesome pink city skies.
His secret Island shores divine.
I love that RD's name resounds,
with yours dear ancient Rich.
He is identical to your inner matrix.
His loving art soul treats and likes.
I share our love in his cradle gates.
your Rod and staff did comfort me.
Thank you my guardian Angel.

From that road to this loverz
grass needing wear, I love him,
in his own golden light.
I see you Rick inside RD's soul.
He's mine to love and cherish.
I'm exlussive to RD.
Mind vessel art and soul.
Rd is darest purest
to my heart, I'm not his chore.
The wise universe conspires
we are doing just fine
alone no more.
~~~~
By Karijinbba.
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Mark Wanless Jul 2021
we all can truly
die defending our true mind
the grass is so green
Mark Wanless Jul 2021
the well kept green grass
uniform height and color
truly just beauty
Draginja Knezi May 2021
i don’t know
the ifs and thens
the chance
the firsts and lasts
congrats
i’m slow

i see lacks
and scraps
the straw
the traps

and the grass
laughs
and the trees
dance
Mark Toney May 2021
concrete jungle heat
suffocating cityscape
~ bare feet loving grass






Mark Toney © 2021
Poetry form: Haiku - Mark Toney © 2021
Alicia Moore May 2021
I miss the friend that kept me safe,
it kept me warm in my fragile state.
I now walk proudly and without hesitation,
knowing the friend that became my saviour
is thriving surrounded by its fellow nature.
Do you wonder, like me, if fawns miss the warmth of the grass that protected them before their legs could carry their weight?
Diesel Apr 2021
More puddle steps that everyday
Fall back again with water rain
More tiny drops of water blow
And concrete grasses wet the stone:
More morning hue that fills the trees
And vapid air that sets the breeze:
In spring, and yet with winters loud,
The shoddy days the world bestows:
Of quick sunshine in leaving days,
Sour grass set in mellow rays;
A cousin-friend to seasons like:
The April springs of Toronto life.
She sat there plucking bits out of the long grass in her hand
The wind ruffled her hair, lifting her eyelashes to the majestic view of the sunflower meadow
The sun setting had made a dark scarlet and purple hue in the sky
The birds retreating back to their nests
Over with their daily hunt for food, and singing their melodies
She sang her own song and whistled to the tune of the birds
Her eyes sparkling from the last rays of sun, she closed her eyes
Laying her head on the soft grass, she dozed into the night of stars
Hope this made your day better :)
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