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"verduous" poems
The Magical Date Last nite was a celebration! And before it all begun He held me by my hand so close We were off to leprechaun land! The naughty elf with his impish pranks His sinful teases and wanton ways His playful gestures, fractious delights He rushed me off to his wilful fays We found ourselves in a Keatsian bower In 'embalmed darkness', 'mong 'white hawthorns' It was fragrant with the jasmine veils That covered the roof of rosy thorns we laughed and sang old happy numbers we talked our hearts out gleefully After aeons of blue moon we'd finally met A magical date it had to be! And so when i looked up to his eyes It held mine in a purple gaze In a trice of a second he was off with me Speeding through the verduous maze Help! i cried but held on tight Our windswept hair, our amorous plight His fervour, vigor, force and power Was all i felt that wondrous night Elf or gnome, genie or sprite A naughty brownie or the nisse vampire Bogie, goblin, fairy, nymph He carried me through the forests dire... So just wen I can close my eyes Just when i feel im missing him He's there as he says hes there with me Off we go into the woodlands dim We dance a waltz, a salsa true A foxtrot, a ballet in embrace tight In white moonshine, in purple rain When dewdrops catch the morning light. And then again with every dawn The magic wanes, the elf resigns To mossy groves and sylvan lands And the elfin grottos of my mind.
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Dec 20, 2011
Dec 20, 2011 at 12:37 AM UTC
The magical date
Blithely, eagerly I clip clusters of spiky purple, verduous Okinawa spinach for my lunch adding in fuzzy bright green leaves of Thai spinach squatting in the corner of the garden David, AKA, Farmer Brown has certainly been busy planting, fertilizing, cultivating a miniature farm in our backyard Delicate rain kisses fall lightly on my brow and Day hides her bonnie blue face in soft gray veils Gathering the fresh, vibrant bounty I feel so very blessed surprising a garland of yellow finches sipping water at the bird fountain whoooosh.... lofty wings of my heart joins them as they take off in golden flight
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Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 9:06 PM UTC
My heart belongs to Farmer Brown