Best Imagism Poems

In riming realms 
of crystal contemplations -
frozen water-vapor meditations
and chilled flutes 
filled with zodiacal-light musings 
of ancient cosmic dust 
dancing in the arms of Sol..

windswept operatic reveries
rise and fall
as her stirring soprano
tickled by the chanting of icicle chimes
gathers momentum
in strengthening sprays
of frosted musical notes adrift...

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Eventide’s misty winds gently oscillate
Colorful clusters of crepe-myrtle flowers
Crowning atop rows of elegant tree-trunks
Blooms lavender, pink, red, and purple
Hanging in air from tips of twigs slender 
Bowing to earth, donning green foliage
Arrayed in symmetrical flower-bouquets.

On a summer stroll, my hand you hold,
Gazing rhythms tilting back...

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...to the finessed fowl
humming by my ear      tell me
Did anyone ever tell you
just how glad they are
to have you here?

Poignant eyes, azure crown,
that lightasapenny frame...
(how monstrous we must appear!
our human eyes like soccer balls)
We have only God to blame...

...and our...

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Smile, O spring, smile, upon crimson arc of morning
Grinning through willows filtering golden sunbeams,
Sparkling from eyes of dew, glinting realms pristine,
Reveling through prairies, giggling tenor of streams, 
Glistening core of purple-iris, soul of flaxen-pansies.

Waltz, O spring, waltz, shimmying blushing peonies,
Meandering with butterflies chasing nectar carefree,
Bouncing...

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night snow
  moccasin silent 
drifts downward
  landing without feet...
smiles in the sunlight
  ~ morning curtains peek...

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The raptor and the peacock hence,
Sit pensive on a rambling fence.
The first, inclined to be the host,
Jumped down to claim the nearest post.
The pea averse to snubs or quailing
Moves closer on the weathered railing.

Both immersed in trailing thoughts
Mused on nigh, and what was naught.
The Pea...

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In a crystal vase, a flower bouquet I arrayed:
 
Iris flowers purple, yellow on its outer edge

Interlaced with a layer of tulips burgundy-red

Beholden to support of emerald green stems

And gracing the center are tall pink rose buds

Warning their sharp prickles not to interfere

With romantic dreams...

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A muddy toad 'ribbits,'  
before leaping away -
to which I ponder,
if fairy tales were true,
who's 'Prince Charming.' would you be?

I smile,
in the quiet pond's reflection.
I can see fading green leaves falling,
as petals wilt from red to rust.
Soft gold sunbeams caress ripples,
like little Autumnal whispers from
nature's story of...

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Midnight rides—his pulse aligns with the thunder beneath him
fingers tracing her curves polishing fire into steel.

Wind against his skin she sings beneath him once more
Saturday mornings spent bathing her shine in devotion

One last glance—wait for me—before stepping inside
his grip firm not on the world but...

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Pull out the easel
   set the canvas 
    positioned long and slender clean slate.
Sketch the figures huddled and dark-bound hostage
   to charcoal-cooled coals 
    etching in shadow images;
Faceless entities 
   slipping in and...

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I pause for a robin, musing on dogwood pink,
As red cardinal dashes-in, hops, hops, and sits,
Warbling of silken-rose blossoms of peonies
And fragrant white flowers of magnolia’s zeal
While you’re lost in waltzing yellow daffodils
Where sparrow is whistling flapping its wings
Amid birds chirping, rejoicing flowering trees
Gathering grass,...

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With mouth open wide
I swallow whole the moon
hoping to feel the tides
deep within the womb
of my feminine side
allow this man to bloom.
Pregnant with ideas
I am giving birth to poems.
These rocks, rivers and trees
are all my native homes,
a glossy jagged marble
to sanctify these bones.
So look above...

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I've somehow pondered about the 
   rush of air
of how I could be lulled on billows, and  
   yet, 
its notes upon my flesh eludes me--
as if in midnight trailing, weeping in refrains
this cadence glides beyond 
   ...

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Seasons

With a chill still in the wind, spring arrives
Clutching her white coat that slowly melts
In Sun's warmth, coaxing blossom's birth.

Humidity heavy with the scent of Jasmine
Announces summer's steamy footsteps
As ripe strawberries share sweet savors.

A harvest moon greets lovely autumn, smiling,
When her frosty breath changes verdant...

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With my brightened lens, I watch you
mystically zooming in     zooming out,
and my eyes focus on the shutter where
 a hundred gulls flap in brief moments: carefully, 
I seize the image, almost lost  in transition 
 as my rushed  stanzas...

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