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The Hunter's Children Cry

He walked amid the woodlands muted morn.
The scents of earth were wafting on the breeze.
For dawn had moistened yet another day.
And silence dripped beneath the autumn trees.

A rustle in dry leaves, he caught a glimpse.
His gun caressed the warmth of flannel sleeves.
The silent hunter, stalking, tiptoed near.
A golden-red meandered through the leaves.

The sun began to rise above the knoll.
It shone upon dark eyes; the gun rose high.
The pheasant flickered leaves; then, heard a crunch.
He recognized the scent; the man walked nigh.

Red feathers, brightly accented with gold,
Were ruffled as he took his fighting pose.
The cockerel next to man had no defense.
So, high above the trees the pheasant rose!

His hungry children waited back at home.
He rushed along the trail up to the crest.
The pheasant lost from view; his stomach growled.
The hunter and his gun had done their best.

At noon, the hunter rested on a log.
The water in his canteen, nearly dry,
No morsel did he eat as day grew long.
The stealthy man could hear his children’s cry.

December 1, 2014

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Structured forms - Iambic verse - Sketch a fictitious character - (Top Gun Poetry) - Poetry Contest
Sponsor	Giorgio A. V.

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Must make haste
Time for "waste"

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Guardian Of The Environment - Indigenous Peoples

For several thousands of years
you upheld the sacredness of Nature
avoiding wanton destruction 
of plant and animal life
taking only what you needed
since their sacredness was 
just as important to you
as the sacredness of humanity

When harvesting wild rice for food
you let some fall into the water
to produce crops for the future
Surrounding a pack of wild sheep
while hunting in the mountains
you let a male and female escape
so by their reproductive process
they would ensure the
continuation of their species

You saw yourself as part of Nature
living in harmony with it
and not plundering it with greed
Your religion was to respect Nature
viewing all plants and animals
as parts of its magnificent fabric
Abuse of a part of it was
an abuse of the whole

Your way of life 
provides valuable lessons
that can teach mankind how 
to deal with today's ecological crisis
that threatens the survival 
of all life on the planet
You were the genuine
Guardian of the Environment

I have always admired the way of life of the Native American Indians living in harmony with Nature before the advent of the Europeans. By extension, this applies to all indigenous peoples including the Amerindians and Polynesians. This piece is dedicated to them. 

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Enough For All

by Wordancer

All the species of this world, whether mammal, fish or bird
Are provided with their food, whatever their taste
Each created for the other,
When the offspring leaves the mother
There is all the food that’s needed without waste.

The ants will feed the lizard, and in turn, it feeds the Hawk 
The flies they feed the spiders, then the frogs.
The amphibian feeds the snake 
Which the Kookaburras take 
And in time, they all feed ants inside the logs.

The logs fall from mighty trees that house and feed the tiny bees
that fertilize the plants we use as foods.
With rain and sun the crops will flourish
And when harvested, they can nourish
All the peoples in the world, if we so choose

Foods for all the nations are here in God’s Creations,
Glorious is the spirit that’s big enough to care.
Food goes where it’s needed
If our sight is not impeded 
Or we keep it for ourselves when there’s enough for all to share.

In this world of ours we’re brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers,
We’re all related by living on this earth.
Whatever we do tomorrow
Can bring happiness or sorrow
Today is when we work out what it’s worth.

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Ice Cream

Vanilla bean skin,
Cool sweet breath and cherry lips
Make kissing dessert.

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Springs around the corner
what wondrous things we'll see,
bulbs popping up above the ground
giving joy to you and me,
time to tidy up our plot, lots of digging too,
weeds to pull, beds to hoe
lots of things will have to go. 
You have to be a little brave
if that rose you want to save,
but you will learn that over time
you've got to be cruel,  just to be kind,

The flower beds need a tidy
take all that dead stuff off the top,
veg plots being well dug over
hoping for a bumper crop.

Seeds to sow, hope they'll grow !
then the lawn will need a mow.

And when all the hard work is done
you can sit back and be pleased, 
wind , rain and sun you have grown all you need.

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the flying monkey

there once was a flying monkey who didn't know what to eat.  so he ate the old scraggly poop hanging from his butthole.  His friends thought he was weird but i didnt. i do that all the time.  it tastes good.

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Eagles {Birds of prey}

I am the predator you watch up in the sky
Blessed by the Lord with the keenest of eyes
I nest in the canyons high up on the walls
Keeping my babies safe from it all
When my babies grow hungry and it's time to feed
I rely on my senses to provide what they need
As I take to the sky it's so clear to see
You think of freedom while looking at me
Protected from hunters I've no need to hide
As upon the currents I gracefully glide
As I circle the sky throughout the day
I scour the ground searching for prey
When prey is spotted I go into my dive
Know that speed and accuracy are how I survive
You duck and you dodge for no use at all
With you held in my talons I fly back up the wall
Back to the nest to the fruit of my seed
For you are the food my babies need
Then back to the sky where I notice under a tree
One peaceful poet is writing of me

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Grandma's Garden


Apples.. beetles.. caterpillars..
daisies everywhere.. 
fertile ground.. hollyhocks.. 
Ivy jumbled kegs..
leafy mint.. nematodes..
quiet rest sunsets.. tomatoes under vines.. 
wheelbarrows.. xanadu yearning zeal!

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Of Autumn Rush

          During Autumn Rush,
Squirrels chase scraps of acorns-
                    On trails to winter.

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L   A   T   E
S   N  O   W
S   L   O   W
G   R   O  W

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long line

The tide shifted 
The sun blazed into the cuddy hatch
Moments later the anchor re caught 
To tip the empty glass to the deck
The eyes opened then squeezed tightly 
Shut to the sudden glare
Awareness filled the suddenly small space
Tide turn two o’clock sun 
Line to tend
Wind picking up
Perfect timing
Lets hope the fish run  as well as  the nap did
Now we’ll see if those hours of baiting
Where worth the effort
Two long pulls on the icy thermos
Then out into afternoon sun

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I'm Thristy

Clouds burst
   Crops thirst

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Living the Dream

My nightmare is so vividly I dream,
The dream, it feels so true to me...reality it seems.

Exhaust and smoke are all I breathe...the air is full of smog...
The job I do is thankless toil, but I work it like a dog.

There's mercury in the fish I eat...there're toxins in my food...
And drugs, they are a constant scourge...myriads for every mood.

Bipolar is my government...a house divided 'tis...
And corporations drive both the pockets of "Big Biz".

The icecaps, they are melting...the sea is rising, too.
Pandas, condors, polar bears -- empty cages at the zoo.

My money ne'er seems quite enough...I'm always out of cash...
My freedom fled when I wed my bride...(live I under the lash).

"Entertainment"? Reality TV...maybe some vampire shows...
Or idjits becoming household names for being beachfront "ho's".

People clamor "climate change" from the seats of S.U.V.'s,
And bitter news on the honey front...what's killing all the bees?

Politicians spending more...we go deeper in the red.
Opinions dressed as "news" journalism dead?

Cell phones are ubiquitous...conversation's endangered now...
And "Kardashians" are famous girls..but who knows why or how?

How strange my twisted psyche is t'make real what must be fake...
Now'f only I could find some way to get myself to wake.

Written on November 27th, 2012
By Daniel Beus (Rebel Sun)

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Orange you Glad to be---an Orange---

     Contract Delete

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Poetry Shared

Ocean draws me love
Come, come relax as waves tap
Toes, pelicans, gulls

Fun floating face down
Snorkel, mask, strange ocean clown
Below fish dart, chase
Look for love, food, fun, frolic
Similiar needs_fish~humans

Love, food, fun, frolic,friendship
Fish congregate in close schools
Human congregate in needs
Needs as poetry shared

Contest:"Fun & Frolic"
Written by: Sara Kendrick

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The Apple Don't Fall Far From The Tree

<                                          amidst .... apple tree
                                        black bear .... pounces limb
                                              cubs wait .... below

Entry For
Andrea Dietrich's
Fall Animal Haiku Contest
G.L. All

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A Burger And A Fry

What was better than pumpkin
pie stuffed in my eye? Nothing
more than a burger and a fry..
That's why I wonder why? 
If pancakes are great at 
breakfest time? A sandwich
is great at lunchtime? 
A spaghetti a great meal at 
dinner time? But what was 
better than just old fashion
ham on rye? Nothing more
than a burger and a fry..

Lunchtime Poetry by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2010,2014..All rights reserved.

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Beachside Food and Drink Slinks

A is for algae, red, green, blue cells, soaking up sun, sliming teeth 
B is for bacterial mat, clumping underneath, earliest born, never asleep

C is for coral reef, the place we all find cover or the sand parrotfish chew and release
D is for diatom, all seeded calcium, all float free, all denizens barely seen

E is for eelgrass, nursery meadows of the anchovy, and other browsers of green 
F is for fan worm, filter feeder like a flower, 8000 species on which fish feed

G is for giant kelp, floating on bladders of air they’re forests of cold waters clean
H is for helmet, the royalty of snails who protect our feet, queen, emperor, king

I is for isopod, the chameleon crustacean, they color match what they eat
J is for jellyball, or cannonball jellyfish, not upside down or moon, avoid their heat

K is for keyhole limpet, favorite food of ochre stars, will erect its own wall
L is for laver, the sea lettuce of nori, it swirls red skirt as ocean falls

M is for mermaid’s purse, the sack of the skate whose yolk keeps them alive
N is for nerite, the prisoner striped snail of the rocky zone as numerous as a hive

O is for oyster drills, the snails that slurp oysters and use them to lay eggs
P is for pleurobranch, a sea slug answer for oranges, with one active leg

Q is for quahog, the bivalve seaman who can survive eating the mud
R is for rove beetle, the one waiting to snatch the unwary beach hopper for good

S is for saxitoxin, those red tides produced by mating that can paralyze humans
T is for tubular sponge, they squish, bore and encrust as space lends

U is for urchin, those spiny skinned balls, no eyes or noses but dig food in sand 
V is for Venus, Music Volutes dined or Vampire Squids skimming along land

W is for whelk, not the musically inclined, but the slow moving snail in a shell
X is for X and a half, the six rayed star, hungry for anything on the half shell

Y is for yucca, blooming on the beach, they bloom nice and tolerate the sand
Z is for Zostera marinara, the address of eel grass when they're feeling grand

All of this green life is what crunches, stinks, dries and slips underfoot
The rest that find the housing and dining compatible means someone’s on the look.

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Haiku 8 - bees and butterflies, ants in action, shimmering pools

what new plant is this
flowering bees this morning
and butterflies too?

running to and fro
a group of ants in action
searching for food

bathed in the sunshine
shimmering pools of water
pulsating with life

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Milk and Cereal

Crispy leaves sipping Autumn's pour

car roofs collect and bathe in snow

milk and cereal for breakfast.

For Carol Brown's 'Whats the buzz' contest

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Oversized sweaters
Perfect for this weather
Leaves falling from trees
Hair waving in the breeze
Cheering at football games
Bonfires with there dancing flames
Stepping on the frozen, cold, hard ground
The wind is the only sound
Stepping inside after being in the cold
Eating fall’s harvest can never get old
So much rain
It's just hard to explain
My love for fall

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Instilled With This

Dust covered crawled like worms, had no concern
Found on ground ripened apple’s bitter juice
Digging in gluttony without discern
Dark heart in matter chooses wrong produce

Climb from trunk to branches long journey true
Building without rest to sleep in cocoon
While feeding on nourishment from fruit grew
Rise from sleep to sail high sky like balloon  

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In late October the reddest moon didn't change its phase,
it remained in the same spot to watch the witches' ballet;
the loud music matched the mood of the mystical night: tambourines
and flutes frantically played; sneers, jeers, giggles of the ugliest witches
mixed with the goblins' roars while they danced around a huge, hot fire.

I smelled a foul odor, the wild dogs feasted on a bloody oar,
" Leave some for us, or we'll turn you into bats! "
the hunched witch snarled with menacing eyes,
but they roared and threatened her with sharp teeth,
then Olga began to speak Latin words to cast  
a spell on them and before it worked, they fled.

Glad that they had left, she dragged the dead animal
and hung it on a long rod to roast on the sparking fire;
hungry witches continued to dance with forks and knives 
in their hands, anxiously waiting for their Halloween treat.  

Written by Andrew Crisci
for Russel Sivey's contest,
" The Ultimate Halloween Contest "
10/5/ 2012

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Black Widow

Lust faking
Widow in making
Breath taking

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scarlet runner beans

scarlet runner beans
twisting high in tree branches—
hummingbirds visit

Ó April 18, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  Sweet Flowers & Hummingbirds (HAIKU) 
Sponsor	Sidney ~ LeeAnn

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Butterflies and Honey Bees

In the meadow, weeds flowering
By a cluster of old shade trees
Make a lovely scene attracting
Some butterflies and honey bees

Butterflies sipping each flower
Flit happily from bloom to bloom
Flaunting their wings of gossamer
Giving each other lots of room

Several colours of the rainbow
Painted on their gossamer wings
Put on a brilliant colour show
Such a happy feeling it brings

Bees also join in the feasting
Imbibing each flower's nectar
Doing so with joyful humming
In their role as honey maker

Weed flowers are in Nature's brood
Springing up where ever they please
They assist in providing food
For butterflies and honey bees

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Round heels of crumpets,
aromatic lavender jam.
Poached eggs in a skillet,
succulent portions of ham.
An awakening stretch had heralded
a yawn mouthed long and loud.
While rain fell down in splatters
from the dark pewter clouds. 

Dated Macintosh slicker,
hoary exhausted gum boots.
Tenacious steps into nature
in search of family and roots.
The fallacies of the wind
twists hair into long plaits.
Across wide fields of enchantment
new journeys await.

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Vermont Apple Pie

Crispy Macintosh Apples
Red with Sunset hue
Peeled and sliced on the bias
Soaked in apple dew ;
Maple syrup, Too
Oven Baked

Inspired By "Barbara Gorelick's Contest :
      " Harvest Foods Epulaeryu "

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Rainy days

along city streets
slight breeze carries aroma
food and wet pavement

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Harvest Festival

aerial viewing
outstretched crows flying frenzy
harvest festival

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F is for friends

Fantastic friends fry fresh fish friday for fun

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Summer's Spilled Milk

Summer’s Spilled Milk
City dwellers pumped;
Oil effused into ocean,
Ocean creatures died.

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Jock with his Cock

There was once a Scotsman called Jock Who was always stroking his cock But when the clock struck ten He then turned to his hen The egg basket is now restocked . 05/07/2014

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Feeding time

Feeding Time

Those birds sit in the Banksia tree
They wait there silently
Then every now and then these guys
They screech on out to me
The trays are empty down below
There ain’t no seed to eat
And so they call on out to me
And give to me some heat.

I run outside and fill those trays
Like every day before
Those Guys they watch me from the tree
They’re smart birds that’s for sure
I do my job and move away
Then they dive bomb through the air
All squabbling and a bickering
And fighting for their share.

The big boss Coccy [I call him Fred]
He seems to run the show
He calls the shots, he always does
He’ll always let them know
That he’s the boss and with his spouse
{I call his misses June}
They feed alone on one seed tray
But they be finished soon.

Then all the parrots crash on down
Doing wheelies in the sky
A screeching and a carrying on
Oh lord, they’re noisy guys.
Then when they’ve finished feeding
Well suddenly they’re gone
They fly so crazy through the air
Oh how they carry on.

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The River

A quiet foggy morning. The river lies low.
A lone fly -fisherman is hoping to catch a trout.
Ripples and waves,
trickle and play.
The trees stoop over the water.
Reaching for their drink for the dawn.
A squirrel.
Nibbling the hickory nut away from its branch.
Appetizer on a limb.
It’s breakfast ,
wilderness style.

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orange pumpkin

orange pumpkin treat food for aristocracy crunch some toasted seeds

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Fine Wine Takes Its Time

Grapes on the vine are heavy with flavor Fruit fragrance softly blowing through the air The harvest is near, then we may savor Picking swollen orbs until vine is bare From flower to ripened handle with care Pressing, barreling, and aging takes years Fine wine takes its time, to that I say, “Cheers!”
Written by: Shani Fassbender For Dr. Ram Mehta's Contest: Rhyme Royal

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Beyond the maple hills that have fought many storms,
gales don't disturb the meadow of grape hyacinths:
observe the Aurora Borealis paint the soft azure sky
into a glittering, robust gold which the fading moon envies
as thick dew starts dripping from them like idle rain often does...

Over there a varicolored aura of glitter always appeared,  
and from a run-down shack blue grass was played on time...
drunken with buck beer, the big fellow with frizzy, red hair
anxiously stepped outside and started the ritual of vain fools:
thinking that fire would have burned the Earth and he would have died.

Bobtails watched him and wondered what made
his face so red and his dirty feet miss a step as he fled
to reach the meadow of grape hyacinths to cry out and curse God,
but his cussing nobody heard while his anger increased into the unfolding dawn...
exhausted from screaming he got up listening to a rustling sound coming from behind. 

He looked around and saw nothing moving,
" It must be a squirrel searching for food, " he thought to himself  
then a swishing wind knocked him down and an eagle swooped down to seize his beer,
" From now on, I'll never return to the meadow of grape hyacinths! " he vowed.

As time went on, he forgot his promise to never go back,
but one spring morning getting up early to watch the brilliant dawn from his shack,
he remembered the meadow of grape hyacinths and with the strong urge of seeker...
he raced there to catch the last rays of that sunrise to proclaim himself its keeper. 

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flavor and fragrance

delicious ice cream
hues that match nature’s beauty --
   come to me, sweet treat

strawberry petals
roses springing from brown earth –
   flavor and fragrance

not to be outdone
vanilla is number one --

*Haiku for PD’s “Neapolitan Ice Cream” contest

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Wild Portland Marion berries

The wild berries of the Northwest 
it seems every path you walk on , they are there for you to sample ,

Almost as The city of Portland  itself is welcoming you with astonishing beauty, the view of a snow tipped Volcano , as if greeting you  with a basket full of fresh wild Marion berries 

The beauty, just picked plump , the color of dark purple 
a fragrance to savor , what will I do ?
will I make a pie or preserves ?
Oh the pancakes and waffles , the Tillamook ice cream is a must ~ 

After rinsing the fresh picked Berries with water and dusting them with fine Sugar , a hint of cinnamon  , if pie , waffle , or cake . maybe just plain ,
serve with whipped cream made from scratch and a leaf of mint .

The Salmon , the berries , roses and apples all in the Great Northwest ,
You may visit however be warned , for many have come this way
Many have travelled a far , 

For the great Spirit of This Northwest will encompass and astound you .
Begging your soul to stay and  live the way of a Portlander .

Give me rain I say , for the green here will blind you, it is
 like walking off the black and white set of Wizard of Oz,
and opening the amazing door to Colors .

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Fried Apples

Apples hang upon the trees in orchard
Just reach up and pick of nature's bounty
Months of waiting now great flavor's award
Fried apples for lunch drenched in butter aplenty
Cinnamon, allspice, nutmeg plenty
Aromas float on the air alluring
Scents that draw and are so reassuring

Contest:Rhyme Royal
Sponsor: Dr. Ram Mehta
Written by: Sara Kendrick
Click on "About this poem"

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first class nature

passive high sun shade flawless predatory eyes a happy hour dive!

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W inter's almost here now the apples are falling down
I n homage have the Winesap's dropped to hoary ground.
N ature nurtures honeybees with each fallen peach.
D eacons rise up home bound spirits with each sermons preached.
F rost has come and nipped the nose, given a rosy cheek
a mong the children in the rye fields, playing hide and seek.
L aughter often lingers with the pumpkins in the fields   
L overs toss in high hay mounds, with thoughts of springtime yields.

Date 9/5/12

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Thanksgiving Family Tradition

My sons eyes opened wide, 

when I pulled on the slide,

 on the airplanes opening door partition, 

I had took the time, 

without being sublime,

 to explain the Reith Family's Thanksgiving tradition, 

Maybe he had thought it pure jest,

 his bulging eyes processed, 

as his parachute opened, he wore a look of derision,

 His body had spun, 

his look registered stunned, 

like this was some kind of unreasonable decision,

 It was expected of the youngest born,

 before Thanksgiving morn, 

to bring back from the nearest forest, a bird,

 after a mighty and fierce war, 

with piles of blood spilled galore, 

he registered a look,

 that I mistook, 

as if my demands were patently absurd, 

After the last desperate howl, 

of the game but defeated fowl, 

he would drag the beast back to where we were living, 

and as hard as he was able, 

slam it down on the dinner table,

 and holler loudly, "To all a  Happy Thanksgiving"!

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water melon in my garden
like the sun and moon
just two… 
”...launcher ready…”
steady my hand
tending the weeds
near a row of beans
a far away land
”’s not a good time…”
so I wondered
and thought of when
wars are just plays
staged in the hands
of writers like me…
I’d arm the nations
with radish leaves
squash for bullets
that unload seeds
Peanuts money
on my jelly spread
I’d share the health
giving lettuce, head…
”... is it a good time now?...”
who wants a cow
chickens grown
in crowded pens
suffering blows
in.human.e hands
glitters the water
between the corn
I’d sale on ships
into rosebud shores
and i’d grow my fish
in between the stores
”...I’m god in my garden…”
and I divide the rows
soing what suits me
in tomato groves
and near my basil
I’ll build a school
teaching the mint
just how to be cool
and over hear
the potatoes anchor
on stalks of beer
to chi…
banana central
read booms of cheer
...but they say I’m mental.
are sooo good in soup!
my capitals
I declare are true!
I only cook 
When I brew my stew…
and no one regrets
in the garden of Sue.
”...yes piglet…”
I was Just
Making sure of you.

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Song To Mother Earth

Mother Earth spinning on your centre
while revolving around Father Sun
making day and night on your surface
and the different seasons every one  

Your flesh provides the vital substance
on which trees, plants and grasses feed
and become food for birds and animals
who partake of them as they need

Some of those birds and animals 
feed others higher in the food chain
and become part of the eco cycle
which continues full circle again

All living things decay when they die
and return to you dearest mother 
to become substance that feeds plant life
and start off a new eco chapter 

Rain and snow from the sky bring water
that feeds the lakes, seas and rivers
which have a food chain of their own
among all their different creatures

Water from the sea becomes vapour
and rises as a cloud formation 
which precipitates as rain and snow
and water after condensation

Sun and Earth combine in harmony
doing so since before our birth
Thank you for feeding all living things
Our dearest blessed Mother Earth

Details | Tyburn | |

sunset slumber





raced to beach, parked corvette, sunset glows!
stretched out on soft blanket;allset--doze.

Dr. Ram's  Tyburn contest

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Watching with wise eyes, 
Gliding through the air of night, 
There goes its prey... Hoot!

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Harvest Hymn

When we were born into this world
we were crafted to fit together.
Fragrances of us enchant.
A seductive spice we long for and
find everywhere we nestle.
In loved ones ears, eyelids, neck, 
lips, arm pits, breasts  and yes 
an enormous bright balloon 
rests on our playful hands.
Outstretched— fills the whole sky
We're holding the Harvest Moon while
it bursts bright on crops in the darkest dome 
and incubates with night light
the chants that sing the harvest home.

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Nature's Single Dads - The Australian Emu

Nature’s Single Dad:
The Australian Emu :
The first 55 days

Emund is busy
preparing his
dance-floor for
partners who’ll put
him to the test. 
His pedigree line
has proven with time

that it is now his
turn, to be best.
He hears them emerge
from the bush as
they gather in
answer to nature’s
They dance, and then
go away, they know
they cannot stay; 
there is not enough
food for them all. 

They dip and they
weave as they mingle
together knowing
that each has a
With his reputation,
there is no
he is ready to join
in the dance.
‘Bonk! Bonk,’ comes
the sound of another
arrival, ‘It’s
Emulena!’ he says
with a grin. 
Others move to the
side as he leaves
them mid-stride 
to greet this dancer
as she flounces in.

With sensuous,
rhythmic movement of
hips she fluffs up
her boa, it bounces
in time. 
He matches her mood.
His movements are
as they twist and
twirl in their
dancing mime.
He does not fuss
about who takes the
lead, he follows and
their dance now is
With steps that are
light he glides to
the right, 	
he meets her, bows
deeply, head
Emulena says,
“Sorry, we cannot
stay longer, we all
must find paddocks
It matters not
whether we all stay
we trust you to know
what to do.”
As she speaks, they
deposit their gifts,
and he hears, as in
chorus they say,
“We know you’ll do
magically, what you
do naturally 
to deliver these in
your own way.”

After completing her
task, Emulena stands
tall and she fluffs
up her feathers once
They follow her lead
in twos, and in
and promenade across
the dance floor.
Left all alone, he
goes back to his
duties and looks
closely at each pale
green shell.
He checks all for
defects. He sees
they are perfect, 
so with care he
covers every one

He sticks to his
task for fifty-five
days in sunshine,
strong winds and
some showers.
He values each
treasure and tends
them with pleasure 
as he, turns each
egg every three
Through his long
lashes he sees
danger coming. He
drops his neck down
like a log.
Feathers flying on
high and red fur
prowls near-by; 
he needs to fool
both bird and dog.

The shells have now
turned a dark bluey
green, there’s an
infertile egg in the
This egg will be
food for his hungry
but he won’t eat or
drink, ‘til they
Each day he looks
up, and turns his
head to the sun as
it rises each
He’ll sit day and
night until the
time’s right.
He knows, that time
comes without

to be continued...

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Sweet Mango

here i am lying
trying waiting for something
your shape and smell i'm loving

i need you so bad
only desire wish i had
Girl come down i'm going mad

sweet and delicious
color of gold you're precious
come closer don't be anxious

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Golden Grain

                                             Amazingly alive and appealing
                                                         Crop ready
                                                Delightful bread bowl
                                      Wheat golden ripe ready for harvest..

Contest:Nature's Bounty
Sponsor:John Freeman

The second choice of ABC form 
from this site's definition...

Click on:
"About This Poem"

Details | Haiku | |

' mouth-watering milieu '

rosy nestle flows succulent pinkish top scoop mouth's now watering... pure savory hmm... melts like puffs of clouds floating swinging goddess... woods' delicacy chocolate brown heaven - ohhh! "NEAPOLITAN".

Details | Free verse | |

Go Figure

As the dust floats on moisture laden air, fog like and heavy
Vultures circle in a narrow tornado shaped pattern
Catching those upper air currents and ride the waves
So do the jets _ride the airways of the sky
Jets consume fuel leave waste of gases and particles
Vultures use no fuel but carrion which they consume
Cleaning up the earth's dead
Then deposit manure to fertilize the land
One designed by God and the other by man
Go figure...

Details | Lyric | |

Trees and Dirt

Trees and dirt I sleep on the earth, the dust the sand, longing to birth.
Oil on skin, bare, 
sweat on your back, 
feels amazing.
Yes! Im back on track.
Sleeping cosy as a worm, 
unencumbered by any material possession or fixed term.
Free to explore, a magical universe, 
I must implore.
No home, no chores, no bills to pay. 
Just water, food gathered and warmth today.
A dusty cave, cute as a button, no slamming door, 
just love in your belly, to the very core.
I love this realm, 
just need more time, 
time to explore.
Trees and dirt  I sleep on the earth, the dust, the sand, longing to birth.
And return once again to mother earth.

Details | Haiku | |

Ancient Barlett Pear

                                                Ancient Barlett Pear
                                    Orange leaves dance reflect light...
                                           Lone pear splats 'on earth

Details | Tanka | |

My Huckle Berry Heaven 2K13

Many of time have
I sat upon earthy ground,
amongst Huckle Berry patches
gorging in Huckle Berry heaven
with glutton lips painted purple.

Details | Haiku | |

beasts preparing seek

beasts preparing seek... delicious nuts, hibernates sleep surrenders chill

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As promised in bloggy comment

The weekend I slept with four married men
was the same weekend my hubby slept with their wives.

We loved in for charity
raised twenty eight thousand
three hundred two

for community gardens where we teach
children and teens how to

grow their own food.

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And Goliath Said

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

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A Squirrel's Treat

Now there’s a sound I’ve heard before,
The quietest knock on plastic door,
The squirrel on the other side,
Boldly stands, no need to hide,
He knows that there’s nothing to fear,
From the people within here,
But if he can just look so sweet,
He might just earn himself a treat,
And so he stands with widening eyes,
Hoping for a small surprise,
He waits patiently for bread,
With his tail so bushy and red,
Give him it dry and he might just utter,
“Thank you Miss, but where’s the butter?”

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cold memorial weekend dreams

tiny hams of garlic
towering crowns of chives
bursting busty rose tomatoes
clutching lettuce clusters
bulbous purple eggplants
hiding in green velvet 
from the burning touch of sun
another cold wet morning
but hope has turned to promise
and the planting has begun

Details | Rhyme | |

Cinco De Mayo

 Packed a picnic for the middle of the night,
sandwiches,chocolet stawberrys , liqueur taste just right,
 Smoke a lil sumthin to make us feel so light,
My baby sister here, we can never feel so tight,
 One candle burning flickering just right,
Here with our loves, the moon shines so bight,

 We walk through the trails, to stretch our legs and feel the air,
we get so spooked we run back feeling fear,
 We laugh out loud to clear the air,
 Enjoy this time from here to there,
Cinco de mayo is outa sight,

We love each other all so right.

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Harvest Time

Honey combs swollen..sticky and sweet
Apples candied or  chopped for  mince meat
Raisins dried from my Daddy's grape vine
Verily I say.. it's again  harvest time..
Eager for Winter and sun shortened days
Storehouses busting we bring in the strays
Tilling and tending ... the work and the grime

Toiling and teamwork.. we receive Harvest time..
Intervals of hours.. of weeks and years
Miles of work.. with blood.. sweat and tears..
Every time to a season.. every season for a time
      ~With our hearts full of gladness.. 
            we celebrate Harvest Time!

Details | Cinquain | |


Fig Tender, beauty Grows, sways, breathes Comfortable, energetic, excited, insignificant Fruit
In honor of Brian Strand Contest: Ten or less

Details | Couplet | |


   Here I am...just a tiny Krill
   Alive and well, swimming still.

   I wasn't eaten like my buddy Hank
   Taken by a Beluga, before he went off to the tank.

   My only safety has been in our school
   One whale, however, can instantly reduce that pool.

   I always shudder at the thought of being eaten alive
   When all I want to do is swim and survive.

   But we Krill are so special in the food chain you see
   I don't know if I will see my hopes, or if they will die with me.

   I'd like to turn the tables on those whales just once
   See how they'd like it, if upon them I'd pounce.

   Oh, to be able to eat just one of those creatures
   To digest it then burp, as I enjoyed all its features.

   They are the biggest things I have ever seen
   And that's o'er all the earth, wherever I've been.

   You wouldn't think that such a tiny creature like me
   Would have to ever be ready to swim in a hurry.

   But you know, when I really think about it I see
   Just what the attraction is in a creature like me.

   We are small and quick and abundantly abound
   I suppose we are tasty, or they wouldn't be around.

   We know that we are just simple little Krill
   What we don't know is...when is the time for us to be killed.

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Summer Dandelion

dry brown summer grass dandelions gone to seed goldfinch eat their fill

Details | Haiku | |

Masked Nuthatcher

                                 The masked Nuthatcher
                         Feeds from ample seed and suet..
                                   Perches upside down

Details | Narrative | |

a purple planet

One night and one
one place in a crowd
too many flowers
no room for a frown
places are higher
the World and the news
people and places
a distance for spaces
a planet with wastelands
a future with grape lands
cloudy with rooms
more flowers and brooms
jewels and the bunnies
bracelets for no money
a panther and the day light
a creature and the new sights
blue wars that go around the moon
makes prettier roses
and more waters bloom

Details | I do not know? | |

The Constitution of a Aging Veggie Eater

The Constitution of a Aging Veggie Eater

I the aged, will do my solemnly best
to eat all my green like vegetables 
and what every doctor Oz says is good for my body 
and will affirm that in good faith, I give my word that, I will protect my colon and my heart 
to the best of my ability, to preserve my health and defend my new way of life 
no matter how young i may feel at the time...  

P.S.  But if a desert comes into view, I will not, do my Hostess best to walk away?!  
               but eat it with the vigor of a young woman, without a waist line!    
             "Oath of office of the President of the United States"

	"I do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will faithfully execute the Office of President
of the United States, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the
Constitution of the United States."

Details | Free verse | |

The Tree

                     The Tree

Tree came about before me as I grew in and with it
Squirrels had to go so I kicked them from their hole
They left their nesting which became my twigs for resting 
I grew in and with the tree, in that hole provided me
And slept while tree kept growing
In that tree that comforted me through adolescence
With no education or reference
 I could not say with certainty
Was it oak or birch or maple?
As I grew older I climbed to the very top
It had green pointy things that smelled of pine
How I knew, I could not tell you, I simply surmised such things 
I grew in and with the tree that knew me well
Sun filled it with photosynthesis to let it breath
I did not become the tree
The tree did not become me
I simply grew with it and under branches
In that hole carved out of wood I took my chances
With tender leaves or pine needles if you please
And took a solid look on my existence  
Through that hole reality provided me
Pine needles fragrance fills the air
With a little touch of rain, we drank it in together
I grew in and with it, that is, my tree and me

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Golden Sun Of Spring

As spring's golden sun rises awakening the fog.  Its light reveals fog's gray clinging tenacles all about. A Dove coos softly singing in spaces opened up when the roosters quieten their chorus..The tree's dark silhouettes stand still for no breeze rustles the air this morn. Those Blackbirds are back their voices fill the Oaks with lively music.  Then they go down upon the good earth to feed upon the rich food available.  I don't even see anything there but they seem to find plenty everyday.  It seems they are here to stay this year.  They usually come for awhile then leave until about the same time the next year. I wonder if they are going to pair off and stay around.  Only God knows if they will stay or leave.  He has provided for the troup to have sufficient food everyday.  All they have to do is come and feed.  We His creation only have to come into His Presence each day for a short time, open our hearts and minds to hear His Voice.  He is there waiting won't you come and feed upon His Word(The Bible) and then wait to hear His Voice for it is pleasant to the ears..  

Details | Haiku | |

albino hummer

                                                   albino hummer
                                            adorn flowers pollinate...
                                                dangerous contrast

Details | Verse | |

Green Alternative

Mary, Mary, quite contrary, your garden's a splendid show. How do you get such massive crops, I really want to know? " With pesticides, insecticides and chemicals all in a row. I raise a finger to all the Greens, then watch my treasures grow!" ~
For Poet Destroyer's Green Competition.

Details | Limerick | |


My juicy grapes are so ripe, plump and white,
they have soaked up most of the summer's sun...
will they make the tastiest wine?
Sparkling wine for gests' delight...
while I pull the air-tight cork with true might!

Entered in Francine Robert's contest,
" Bottle Of Wine "
June 23, 2001

Details | I do not know? | |


              As the saying goes,an apple a day will keep the doctor away
                                   But what is a worm to do
                               I lie in a apple close to the core
               Ever so often i slither up to my brown bedroom door
                              I stick my head out to peek at the world
                              To my surprise,there's a monster out there
                                     Picking apples real fast
                                I held my breath,i could only gasp
                                     My heart was thumping
                  The apples were bumping in a basket down below
                   A monster reached out and grabbed my home
                    Opened his mouth,of long white teeth
                     Said ,''im hungry'', i need something to eat
                     My heart stood still,i couldn't breath
                     Thought this would be the end of me.

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Estephania was the Spanish horse,
with a chestnut coat and mane   
and a lighter long tail...and she ate
alfalfa for strong teeth and bones.

She was domesticated, losing her liberty
and neighing she showed keen ability:
to spot dangers on a perilous path...
Estefania even stopped for a stranded cat.

In summertime she fed mostly on grass,
but bees stung her many times to protest,
and struggling to get them off her tail...
she hit a shrilling raven in the head.

And feeling sorry for the dying bird wincing, 
Estefania licked his semi-open
him a little comfort as he folded his wings;
and whinnying she wept a river of tears.

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Nature And Noodle - Haiku

     Nature And Noodle - Haiku

Noodles steam in lake
Roll over water falls cooked
Rocks taste soup flavor 

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Time-Worn Barlett Pear

                                              Time-worn Barlett Pear
                                        Orange leaves dance with the wind...
                                                  Clumsily fruit falls

Details | Couplet | |

Seagull and the Penguin

A sea gull flew over the ocean admiring his reflection every day.
Passing over the shore, he saw penguins at work and careful play.
What an ugly bird they are he suddenly proclaimed.
They can’t fly and still they strut… know they no shame!

One day the gull was swooping down angling for a fish…
When suddenly an orca whale knocked him in the briny brink.
Snapping and churning the orca would soon have his way.
The gull was surely lost, if he could not gain the air to stay.

Moments before the whale pod arrived the penguins chose to assist.
They chose to distract the whale, giving the gull a chance to resist.
The orca didn’t care which meal he had as long as there was one…
He finally beached himself upon the shore, and still he hadn’t won.

At that point the gull realized, the penguins were really seriously cool.
They could certainly fly in the water, if maybe not the air to rule.
Now friends for life… he would scout for them safe passage to their fish.
Indeed, the gull flew away that day a little wiser, knowing he’d been remiss.

Everyone in life is different. He surmised… It’s not a choice they’ve made.
But now he knows each demands respect… in their own separate way.

Details | Sonnet | |

Lazily Lay Two Yellow Jackets

The two yellow jackets lazily lay
Upon the chilled turnip leaf 
This November autumnial day
Waiting to be warmed in the noon day sun

Maybe they're in love hoping above hope
To be spared many eggs somewhere to lay
New life to come next spring_ summer in scope
Sometimes yellow jackets mix in raked hay

Where their nest was disturbed on a fall eve
By tractors with blades that cut luscious grass
Then are caught in spinning baler in weave
That makes them so mad they come out fighting

Two yellow jackets lazily lay waiting
Glad there is a chance for them this day_mating

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vultures circling

                                                 vultures circling
                                      over fall's red golden leaves..
                                             suddenly dive lunch

Details | Verse | |

Pink Slime

Pink Slime, Pesticides
And chicken thighs bigger than my thighs

And we wonder why there is an increase
in learning disabilities among children today 
I say it’s because the process, that the food is processed and grown and raised, is
compromised by demand, money, greed or fame. 
I do understand that demand is high 
so we have to do somethin’

So to compete, we inject hormones into the very animal or plant that is sold for consumption
So now we eat these hormones and our bodies are stressed because of the added pesticides and  herbicides and other sh#! that’s hard to digest  

I mean what’s really the cause?
There’s more kids with disabilities today than there ever was  
I say it’s because like the story is told in the verses, that knowledge is increasing in man and the result is not what He purposed. 

Pink Slime and Pesticides..We’re eating stuff that’s been chemically grown inside…and chickens bigger than my thighs

Details | Prose Poetry | |


Inches make feet without inches there is no foot without beginnings there is no work without measure there is no dearth without a ruler there is no worth there must be rules and there are rules but eye will let them all apply to them my enemies at work and never eye. The horse runs well it has a heart so then they fill syringes from the start to inject the muscles of the neck to make the beast faster than the wind oh heck the animal is dead it never hit the ground but flew too fast and lost the race and life. Desert life is winterless but not without some weather life the sun is always shading and the water is found in sub altern placing near the animals for killing under the ledge of apprehension near the fire of desperation comes the frog and toad and watercrest nut sandwiches. Eye had been to the desert on a horse with no namme it felt good to be out of the rain. Voices come out at me from the air into mye membrain eye call it Disraeli musick it is usually someone in the area with a boom box or even cars with the windows rolled down can be the culprits they hound me when eye am hicking place to place. There is other answers to the crazxy place eye hear noises mad mostly by people in the other cubicles the walls are just invisible the talking is allowed. The thief cannot sneak in sneakers they squeak like he is sweating in his shoe laces. This brings me to mye priority eye. The reason that no one wants to be a Detective is the movies the guy may have had DAMES by the score but he had fights and was so sore the men were ruthless and left him spinning on the side of every road. The streets of New Nuevo York has gum shoe on them. The American idea of Indians and wampum has brought us to the test of food in rest or rants of foreign style they smile and bring the menu back to make certain that the orders write the man has pointed several times at five bills a whack. One from Column A and 2 from Column B brings us to a bill of $23. Well eye wanted some meat too but you are so expansive. Rice and curry hot mustard radishes. Try finding food in the summer time how careful now that eye a homeless one should be then tossing caution to the winding blowing wind when it seems only wrapped so tightly to keep flies at night away. To feed myself is easy to offer some to others almost impossible a few times eye have asked to share they slide that nostril in the air and leave the food to the one that found it in the lair of tossed and discarded things the general city the loose leaf cabbage so nicely adds a bite to the membrain of mye priority eye. 

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Succulent Blackberries

Clusters of black orbs
Glisten in golden sunshine
Skins swell and ripen.

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Mountain Nock--- Bawdy

There once was a gigantic mountain
That used to cave out on its molten
The last time Heir visits
Mountain Nock got digits
And walked on fauna’s realm to sustain


Details | Cinquain | |


Desert Moisture
Thriving In The Dry Heat
Green Prickly Desert Flora
Prick Bush

Details | Rhyme | |

Poetry About Poetry

Shades of color bounce within
Singing their hues dancing in place
Vivid lines colored outside
Rules broken with empty space
A midnights dream heard and seen
Gleaming from the twinkle of a eye
Wings touched flown and plucked
Gliding like a bird up in the sky
Wishes from pennies thrown into tears
The reservoir over flowing with pigments of pain
Drowning from the shadows 
The flood paints the day
Words speak volumes of silence hidden
Their sounds blind to what they see
Mirrors of nouns and verbs 
Their meaning and secrets lost at sea
Emotions ruled by laws of language
Spelled in boxes of glass
Melted from sands inside
That voices strangle to grasp

Details | Haiku | |

Strawberry Colors

Strawberry colors 
Illuminate vanilla clouds.
The setting sun sinks.

Children watch, singing.
A Neapolitan World
Melting into dreams.

When heaven sprinkles
Delight comes to one and all.

Details | Free verse | |


We are in a continuous state of becoming with our environment I am becoming that tree just as that tree is becoming me It took in the carbon dioxide that I exhaled which became part of it and through photosynthesis converted it to oxygen which I inhaled becoming part of me I am the tree and the tree is me I am becoming that insect, that bird, that animal and other persons I breathe in the air they gave up Air that was part of them is now part of me just as the air I exhaled is now part of them Earth is becoming me and I am becoming earth It becomes me through the food I eat which comes from the earth directly or indirectly and I become the earth through matter that leaves my body waste and otherwise which returns to the earth to become the earth

Details | Rhyme | |

Morning Massacre

A rainstorm in the morning helps to wash away the night,
a rainbow seems to promise that this day will turn out right.
Our feathered friends all gathering in search of morning treat,
could anything go wrong today?  Just look below your feet.

Wonderful for all who greet this frenzy with delight,
to watch the pretty birds catch worms, oh what a lovely sight!
For as the waters seeps below we worms rise one by one
and try to seek a ‘safer’ place dried by the morning sun.

Heavy rain is death to us, it creates a muddy sea
of sodden soil, a watery grave for those who can’t get free.
But terror hangs above our home as birds all flock around,
they know that we have got no choice, we’ll be their killing ground.

Before our heads have seen the light their beaks begin to tear,
they rip my family into shreds before they get ‘their’ air.
This feast is at our fatal cost, our numbers dwindle down,
if only we weren’t forced to rise from safety underground.

Today I was the lucky one, the one they never caught,
I’ll live to squirm another day alone with life and thought.
To live my days in solitude, to have no friends around,
and still to face the terrors of that ‘pitter patter’ sound.

So if you’re happy with your friends but feel that you are down,
unless you’re ‘forced’ to rise above the place that you have found,
it’s safer to accept your lot for sometimes you can’t see,
the place you struggle to achieve could leave you alone… like me.

Ivor G Davies.

(A Family Crisis?)

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after a storm

after a storm
acorns cover the park bench—
a squirrrel nibbles

Ó November 27, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen

Details | Quatrain | |

In Defense Of The Rain

Some folks like to complain
And are very fickle
They fume when rain is falling
And fret at a mere drizzle

Wild birds and animals
They all need the rain
Which gives them water
For their lives to sustain

The plants and the trees
And all the lovely flowers
For them to grow and flourish
They also need the showers

The food crops that are grown
To provide food for us all
Each of them would perish
If the rain did not fall

So please think of these things
Before you start complaining
And creating a lot of fuss
The next time rain is falling

Details | Blank verse | |

the river

The River 
The river that crosses the high plain like 
an artery has only muddy water since it 
didn´t rain in the summer.
Wild horses and donkeys come here to 
drink, but often they look up and scan 
the horizon weary of man and his dogs.
They served mankind for thousands of 
years but with modern farming methods 
they are no longer needed and have gone 
feral. Free now, but freedom comes at 
a prize, winter can be hard and often they 
are hunted by sportsmen who kill for fun.
By the mountain there is a corral but only 
the stupid and sick go there, the rest know 
they are fattened up and used as sausage
meat, which the town uphill is famous for.
Every Octobers there is a gigantic party in 
the hill town, beer is senselessly drunk and 
tons of sausages eaten, the river, that crosses 
the plain, becomes a putrid pool of human 
waste till winter rain falls and clears it away.    

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night appearing slug

                                                  night appearing slug
                                           slimey creature on cat's plate..
                                                    one drop jelly left

Details | Senryu | |

When You Repent Sincerely

His will forgives
Stabs of a knife
Life still in strife

Details | Rhyme | |


Lately, the weather has dropped drastically,
and Fall holds up serenely and beautifully;
green trees so stately gently fluctuate 
against a sky of transparent blue as hummingbirds make plans to migrate,
but the downy woodpeckers interrupt their chat
with their unbearable drumming that disturbs their peace with intent. 

Summer in New York State has been humid and stormy,
temperatures rose above a hundred degrees as pavements smoked,
sprinklers in streets made children happy as they were being soaked...
so very thankful to live in a rich country offering such a commodity;
adversely, a water shortage caused drought in the South allowing tragedy
as gasoline and food prices soared and spouses couldn't pay alimony.

Hot summers predict cold winters, and we await a harsh winter...
stock up on shovels and salt, keep your driveway and sidewalk snow-and-ice-free;
will you get help from your kids when snow falls...having you think of electric bills?
No, let them play and have fun...their blood is hot and they feel no chills!
And should you think of joining them, drop your shovel as if stung by a bee! 
Which other way is there to endure the wintry weather living as an Alaska bear? 

Details | Imagism | |


Removing the coat,


In Summer hot!

Details | Couplet | |


Soft, silky, sweet and slow
Sexy, sensual and aromatic


Please release your concealing top
Send me into a daze let mind go . . .


Natural taste so rich it’s lovely
Thank you bee's for producing honey!

Details | Romanticism | |

In the Air

When at last we reached our bipedal stage
we stood with fists raised in the air
We bowed to the brightest stars in the sky
as we worshiped both heaven and earth

We chanted tales to the crescent moon
as we danced to the rhythm of falling rain
yet we stood with fists raised in the air
till the thunder-bird crashed in the plains

When bear and wolf were sacred beasts
while soil and water our precious friends
brought life to mouths of full belief
respect for creatures throughout the land

We stored the harvest and consumed the hunt
praised the god of food and the lord of death
yet we stood with fists raised in the air
till the goddess of truth and justice appeared

Primitive tribes much more advanced
where family the woven fabric of life
stitched tattered ends to meager means 
as they held out hope for all species

Yet we cast aside our former faith
dumped toxins for the wind to propel
stole lives for seconds on the silver screen
as we stood on the shore of our living hell

When technology defeated philosophy
we stood with a finger raised in the air
flaunting our thoughtless victory
over a social war - never declared

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The mom kingfisher

A mom kingfisher
Tried to catch a fish from pond
But dropped it at last!

Details | Light Poetry | |

Nature's food (footle)

A Bees 

Inspired by Brian’s footle contest

Details | Free verse | |

The Stench of You

I smell regret!
I smell it on your clothes
and in your hair,
on your hands
and in every stitch, 
every fiber,
every twist and turn in the path of your goddamned
train of thought,
and it is especially noticeable in the carpet,
but then again,
that could just be the milk I spilled
when I caught a big fat whiff of the aforementioned regret...

Details | Haiku | |

Under Blue Sky

Birds of a feather
All do not flock together
There be two kinds

The lawgiver says
Clean be the distinguished ones
Doves similar to

Others carnivores
Possessed tyrants they do be
Which type of bird you?

Details | Rhyme | |


An eagle with dark plumage and a white crest,
tends to her hungry chicks after a long flight,
and as tired as she is, she refuses to rest...
she will return before the last gleam of light.

No other bird is mighter than the impetuous eagle 
that still rules into the wilderness, observe her keenness!
Watch the one that I saw yesterday feeding her little ones
that soon will be alike her by embodying her will.

Tree times a day, this beautiful eagle with a trepidant heart,
will go back to her nest built with hay on an unreachable peak,
and she's very careful not to drop any food from her curved beak...
knowing that they are waiting endangered by the glances of a lark. 

What other bird can boost the strength she will proudly display
in her long flights without losing endurance and alertness?
And to provide for them, she searches everywhere for a prey...
proving with her might that the eagle still rules into the wildeness.

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...our lobster killers

...our lobster killers
BP's oil spill destroying
ocean, tap water

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My Carrot

I love the orange coloured skin 
My carrot has to tempt my eyes 
I love the crunchieness within 
Which with my teeth I realise 

I munch, I chew, I taste the juice 
The sweetness of the central core 
Willingly I let seduce 
This vegetable, this paramour. 

There is no finer time than this 
A summer's sunset in a field 
A carrot slowly chewed is bliss 
My soul is calm, my stomach filled.

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The Quakers, being religiously persecuted, set sail from expatriated England;
they were the first settlers to reach the shore of New England: a free land!
Later the Puritans came and settled in other eastern, bustling colonies
seeking the same religious freedom, but their urge was stronger than dreams.

Many moved westward on foot, on horseback and on overloaded wagons...
exploring the American wilderness plundered by indigenous Indians;
they searched for grassland everywhere, to let their cattle roam and graze;
first they built wooden shacks on vast, lush prairies full of Queen Ann's Lace. 

And out of this American westward expansion, came the fearless pioneers,
who sought gold mines...despite the wild cowboys causing troubles
with heavy drinking and desire for unscrupulous women, seeking money and pleasure, 
who served them more whisky and lured them to a room with a demeaning measure.

Beyond the Rocky Mountains' and the Appalachians Mountains' skies,
these diligent pioneers obtained wealth with sweat and sacrifices...
changing and shaping the wild landscapes of arable land,
avoiding the drudgery of getting stuck in mud and sand.

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Ocean Rights

Ocean Rights

I swim for my life
Free and following the waves
Don’t kill me with oil

We are all equal life in this planet. We might be smarter, but nature is stronger than 
                    Thoubert Larus

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...this is so intimate of time, as a first kiss of time close of soul, so near, so dear of heart beat, so precious a rhyme that flows so intimately,
deep of time, down by the Crystal Seas...
...this is so intimate of dreams,
dreaming reality,
as the Crystal Sea so reveals of destinies galore,
destined as the night light of the moon-glows of starry eyes,
upon the waters,
...seeing tranquility upon the waves...
watching to the depth of a dream,
and a sun-rise
being so true...
for underneath and within this a moon-lit poem of starry night eyes, down by the Crystal Seas, a vessel sets sail upon the deep...into a kiss of dawn...
Sea to shinning Sea.

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A September day threatened by rain,
can promise a glint when clouds don't swell
and eagles still fly in empty skies;  
the rich soil wasn't cracked by drought,
paths were shady and hair-breath...
peach' trees drooped with fruits,
robins gathered
on them 'till

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What makes me get up
is the strongest coffee cup,
and the enthusiasm to live a full day:
either indoor to write, or outside to play.

Watching movies is fun, but laziness stores fat in my belly,
sitting on the coach, eating potato chips and drinking cola;
junk food won't harm my body if used moderately...
is there a sunnier, warmer place than California?

What wakes me up is the noise of a robin
tapping on my foggy window with his tiny beak;
if he's hungry, he'll flap...if he stands still, it means it'll rain,
hoping I'll invite him in and warble another tune he learned down the creek.

Vacations are far away, late July on my calendar of active man...
choose North or South, snow or sunshine?
Go skiing, or play gulf all day then dine
at the nearest restaurant, but my choice would be zesty Italian.

Isn't my lifestyle exciting and busy, not envying the rich,
or resent the luxuries they can afford along with caviar and champagne?
My pleasures are simple and inexpensive, like the sandiest beach...
you can come along and experience the thrill of an enjoyable day in slow lane.

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                                                heart of an small ant 
                                            if really loves whole world
                                                 we have to know it

                                                  small living insect
                                              voice is not read by any
                                              language need to know

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Bird Feed Under My Window

Since childhood I was always fascinated with nature
Curious to know how plants grow 
Always intrigued by the ingenuity of ants 
And mesmerized by the coordination 
And spectacular tactics of birds. 

Birds come in different colors and species 
They symbolize many conditions and have various 
Significance and meaning in different cultures. 
You have the nightingale and the humming birds 
And the whippoorwill is perhaps the most cunning 
of all species because it can camouflage itself.
Even though you can hear its distinctive sound 
It's difficult to be identified. 

I used to listen to them singing in nature 
singing melodious tune, tunes that span beyond 
Centuries, tunes reminding us that life is still divine.
I love to watch them soaring in the sky 
flying from north to east, south to west 
Until nature bids them to take their rest. 

Birds embrace freedom and they hold the power of truth 
they are unique messengers so the next time you see one
land on your doorstep just figure out if it is genuinely from nature
who send it, and what it is trying to say before you angrily chase it away. 

Birds have wit and might, they are powerful 
communication tools, they earn their keep from nature
and that’s how they stay alive 
like the cows and the sheep 
they can see way out in the deep. 

Something peculiar has been happening in nature 
I have been observing something unusual from the sky 
While walking down the street the sun burst from 
underneath a dark, cold overcast sky   
and spread its light over me then suddenly disappeared. 

Each time I take a stroll an army of birds appear from
nowhere and split up into different directions, 
they form groups of six, seven and eight, three,
four, two, one and  groups of twelve. 
Sometimes they are so many that I can hardly count them. 

It didn't seem as if they were on a journey, it appeared as if 
They were caged up somewhere and were suddenly released
into the atmosphere.
My curiosity grew deeper when I pounced upon 
a man attracting the birds with feed laced with 
corn grain and black sunflower seeds. 

This was quite unusual because 
no one in the entire neighborhood feed birds
I could read right into this mysterious cultural behavior
not only was he making a statement,
he was marking something by placing 
the bowl of feed in front of the house 
under my window and luring the birds to
fly from all directions to feed from the bowl. 

They say that black birds are symbol of human soul
and they symbolize happiness, intelligence and wisdom;
they also have deep religious meaning.
Always remember that everything we do
evil always hinges close by good
to make things seem inconspicuous. 
Legend has it to say that the devil appeared to St. Benedict
in the form of a black bird to tempt him. 

Long time ago my kindergarten teacher
used to teach me this poem by mother goose,
“Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye, 
four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie. 
When the pie was opened the birds began to sing
wasn't that a dainty dish to set before the king?
The king was in the counting-house counting out his money,
the queen was in the parlor eating bread and honey, 
the maid was in the garden hanging out the clothes. 
Along came a blackbird and snipped off her nose.” 

Birds are free habitats of nature
they do not earn their keep from artificial feed
but from natural food in the environment. 
So the next time you see a bowl of bird feed
laced with black sun flower seed and corn 
do not take it for granted 
something is deeper than bird feed. 

                                                                          ©2015 Christine Phillips


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Beautiful Flower

Pollination bee
Tasty flower for the soul
Fragrance at its best

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Death in Food Chain

Death within Nature's food chain Is it an ending? Or a start?

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Side streets, avenues and boulevards
seem fortifications of past civil wars
with piles of ice glistening, and the grime
and dirt from passing cars splash them with slime..

The meteorologist from Eyewitness News grins as he tracks down the January storm
predicting no pleasant, sunny weather or break in clouds tomorrow night;
more snow from West Carolina will arrive to New York Harbor after midnight,
then it will change to ice, rain and sleet....I'll drink plenty of coffee to keep me warm! 

So worried, I called my  pretty niece who's traveling up North,
I told her to drive safely and stop at a gas station to check her tires,
but Claudio will soothe her blues as he hums many happy rhymes,
and lots of stories he will tell me having seen the kids of the South.

Wednesday I will go back to work, having plenty of time to sleep...
to do as I will, but staring at a blackened snow at every curb,
I can't bear the thought that spring is months away and my Ford
is parked between cars that haven't been moved since last week.   

I'm waiting without thrill more snow from West Carolina,
praying for everyone's safety as they cross another borderline...
If I were a kid, I'd build the funniest snowman on my block,
and happily go around it twenty times as a quacking duck!

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Nature's Table Haiku

terra cotta earth 
baking in sun's open kiln 
large empty table 

drops of kindness fall 
nourishing new sprouts with hope 
earthen mother heals 

lively greens abound 
nature's plentiful banquet 
offers of herself

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Table Manners

The birds in our back garden
Seem completely unaware
That when eating from a table
One should sit upon a chair.

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Country Home

Nursing my Michelle in middle of the nights.
Gary and Teddy under Diedra's big double bed.
Seven room house, country road. One neighbor.
Gas station 'cross road: Gas, smokes - Candy!
Neighbor daughters babysit sometimes. I sleep.
We all go buy groceries. Gary is eating candy!
Box boy comes, tells me. I load food into my car.
Neighbors, mine, friend go to a quarry to swim.
Cut, bottom foot, hospital bandage. Father mad!
Husband never around. Cooking, studying, work.
Iron his shirt, mine. Gary pulls crockpot down!
Dinner ruined. Small fridge. Baby eats corn cob.
Diedra eats birthday cake in her room. Son picks
Up Bruce's beer can from coffee table. Two sips.
All kids drink milk. Peas on many vines. White
Potatos, carrots in the ground. Colored flowers
By front door. Nice, green country home. Fields!

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delectable pleasure

on a quiet 
amidst the 
trees of 

with a 
sweet juicy 
ripe with 

all senses

simply are..

the Fruit 
of the 

one of 
for the God 
& Goddess 
in all.

Details | Crystalline | |


horizons of sunflower yellow-
becomes oceans of oil,mellow

Details | Haiku | |


An a abundance
Of fruited gifts from heaven
On the market floor

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yellow flowers bloom

yellow flowers bloom in the pasture next to the road... milk reeks bitter weed

Details | I do not know? | |


This is the story of a beautiful horse named Glory Freckled and spotted She stood but a twig Lost in a forest Of abandonment Tires and barbwire Surround her by day And at night she suffers The coyotes cries, not far away Left with no food Or water to drink She stands by a tree And hopes for relief Halter grown in And hooves overgrown Not a grain in that belly And left all alone Withering quick She stands by her tree And hopes a kind soul Will help her to see There is life still No matter how grim Things seem from beneath This horrid, old tree This halfhearted twig Awaits her relief As the days pass her by And she writhes with grief Her name is Glory All freckled with spots Like a giant Dalmatian Trapped in this spot At the end of her lead She was finally freed Not a day too soon She'll now find relief Halfhearted no longer And happy at last Whom once was a twig Knows Glory at last Halfhearted no longer And free from that mess Glory has found relief At Horse Creek Ranch* *Horse Creek Ranch is, to the best of my knowledge, a fictional name.

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Alexander leaves now shiny green,
Young stems for a tender cusine;
Lambs lettuce in a salad course
Jacj in the Hedge with mutton sauce;
Sweet Cicely , Marjoram mix and thrive
On shingle bankswhere sa beet survives;
Tansy's spice scented for full flavour
Flowers in omlettes soon to savour;
Seasonal plants of an English clime
Medicine,herbs since ancient time.

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Tragedy is a spinning wheel
which stops at its own will,
and when it does an earthquake, flood or tsunami strikes
poisoning the pristine environment, wiping out endless lives....
such was the fate of unlucky Japan,
the island off the Asian mainland.

When destruction was everywhere and fear was deep,
people miserably wept searching for survivors through the debris and mud...
feeble voices were occasionally heard from underneath;
how helpless, and frustrated and sad they felt not to be able to pull them out!
Fakushima resembled a graveyard with sprawled corpses,
unfolding the horror of a massive catastrophe before their saddened eyes.  

Let's show our heartfelt sympathy
with a kindness which surpasses all credibility,  
remembering that tragedy is a spinning wheel
never telling where it will stop to make a kill...
and as Japan asks for our help, we should gladly offer it
with open hearts and arms and they will thank us for it.

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The French simply call them: " Dents De Lion. "
They have tiny, fragile yellow rays,
and can be used in multiple ways;
my grandama tossed them in salads and more.

Mothers, do you want your gorgeous kids
to be healthy, happy and tall?
Then feed them these delicious, green herbs;
I am sure they'll eat them all.

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Ripened Blackberries


                                                        Ripened Blackberries
                                                   Fall to ground to germinate...
                                                       Gentle hand grasp ate

Details | Shape | |

To the Heart

to the heart piercing star-crossed under the moon roses bursting forth A T T R A C T I O N A D M I R A T I O N I N T I M A C Y T R U S T the source of every joy by which we live passion devoted friendship fidelity cherish and hold so one must ask or won der why it repe atedly falls apart lo ve

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One Bug


                                                Soar Blackbird high
                                            Above in Cobalt Blue sky
                                               Play a game of catch

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Leggy Bird and a Vintage Wine

What i love
About Christmas time
Is a leggy bird
And a vintage wine

With succulent breasts
And a figure so tanned
When i wash my hands
She'll soon be manned

She's the type of bird
Who leaves me well fed
With a glass of wine
I'm ready for bed

But this little bird
Can sure last longer
For she double serves
And my hungry heart grows fonder

At my table she sits
In anticipation
As my hands delight
She has my admiration

This delicious bird on Christmas Day
Is natures Turkey, a delight I'll say
And just before we sit down to eat
We are incredibly thank full, for such a treat

My entry for Donna Golden's contest " Turkey Tribute "

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laurel bark

Details | Verse | |


Egg shells, potato peels,
Fruit scraps from meals,
Coffee grindings—
From this…food springs.

Details | I do not know? | |

Sunflower Seeds

Sunflower seeds,
So salty they burn my slightly chapped lips.
Savoring every bite,
Cracking them with my front teeth.
I let their earthy flavor caress my tongue.
Each one tastes of a memory,
Familiar and comforting.
I am reminded of childhood,
And a smile plays across my face as I chew.

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Do Not Disturb

          Do Not Disturb

While walking through the bush one day
Hot sun burning the planet to a cinder
I happened upon a black mamba snake
When I say “happened upon” I mean stepped upon
The creature had no legs or toes or shoes
It knocked me off my feet with one swift strike
Signs all over nature read, “Do Not Disturb”
If only I could read I would have read them
Instead I’m feeling a little woozy 
Thinking about a nap
Perhaps a cracker with some tea would perk me up
With luck I might make it to supper by three
Or the cemetery

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of reach-
above the nettles

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Providing life

energy bursting
providing life for us all
the power of the sun

Details | Narrative | |


Godfearing grandpa died over two decades ago,
he had an adventureous spirit bolder than any explorer of long ago;
and in his many voyages: from tumultuous Argentina
to Canada and America...he immensely missed
his faithful and beautiful blue-eyed wife Maria...
and when he dreamed of that face he once caressed,
tears flowed thinking of her with a man's desire,
which too often he bore throughout his dire...
and he could have found a companion, but he resisted that urge
by opening the Bible to remind him of his refuge.

That large barn, which echoed with the peasants' voices and songs,
was the labor of their callous hands storing hazelnuts, chestnuts, grapes 
and grains to be sold in the town's market square...all that was his pride and joy; 
and what made those long furrows with vines so bountful?
Their source was a river flowing through those well-kept farms,
nourishing them with its fresh waters that at times proved to be
very disastrous and fatal when its banks  filled to capacity
when floods occurred making him sad, but seldom he lost hope...
as he glanced far, dreaming of sailing beyond the crimson horizon.
Godfearing grandpa was never stouthearted, he firmly believed in Divine Mercy.

Godfearing grandpa sailed from the Bay of Naples
on a ship cramped with thousands of desperate immigrants, 
to seek fortune outside Italy after Mussolini seized power;
and he didn't curse his native soil for making him leave,
but kept on loving it with same ardor of his youth.
" I will return to my land and my barn as empty as a shell,
dreaming of stacking it with those crops ready to be gathered...
I will smell the ripe apples, the juicy grapes, the yellow pears,
the plump oranges with their strong scent in the crates made of oak!"
He solemny shouted to the reddest sky overlooking his rosy barn.  

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Ever seen falcons and honey bees?
Falcons eat pigeons hiding in trees,
hunting them until they're full.
Honey bees work hard 'till Fall...
before any beehive freezes.

Details | I do not know? | |

the american boardwalk

Ice cream and pizza
sure wanted to meet ya
at the american boardwalk
where the sand's beneath ya 
a breeze and the clouds 
the sun is still out 
the tide is just about to meet me
jump in and float with seaweed
and then, 
cheap beer and a hot dog 
later on, buy some fudge 
work on the tan, 
do a little dance 
while walking down the boardwalk
with only a tank top and some flip flops. 
walking down the boardwalk 
the most american one of all.

Details | ABC | |


Across the Swiss and Austrian Alps
brutal gusts steadly blow,
calling for heavy snowflakes
dancing as lost butterflies...
falling as summer's lonely stars.
Ginger bread smells good,
honey in tea is superb;
I inhale the steamy swirls that
jackrabbits love to smell.
Kaffe Klatsch is strong
lurching through their nostrils,
making them too hyper.
Northern Italy's wooden shacks
over the wide, frigid vallies...
point to a warmer South
quiet only at evening or night.
Roam as deer on snowy slopes,
stunning is the alpine scenery:
trees as tall as redwoods
ululate louder than hungry wolves...
vulnerable to snowdrifts' attacks. 
Watch the skiers having fun,
xelophones making music,
yummy polenta being eaten...
zealous alpinists singing.

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Flying Frog

From the lily pond
Green frog jumps with eyes on meal
Web legs extending

Details | Lanterne | |


speck begets-
a mother of

Details | Abecedarian | |

Spring garden prep


After the winter season
But before the rains begin
Catalogues of heirloom seeds
Delivered just in time
Earmarked and prioritized
Farmer’s Almanac consulted
Given planting periods
Horoscopes included (but useless!)
Individual seed varieties ordered
Junk mail shredded and added to compost
K (potassium) added as potash
Lumber purchased for trellises
Mulching around transplanted seedlings
Non-Genetically Modified Organisms only
Organic fertilizers only, too 
Planting by phases of the moon
Quick-fix pesticides are anathema
(Round-Up kills everything--US, not just weeds)
Seed boxes keeping seedlings warm
Testing the soil for minerals and organics
Unleashing ladybugs and pollinators 
Vertical gardening to conserve space
Watering just enough, but not too much
Xenocide, killing unwanted weed species
Youngsters helping (or hindering)
Zoning plants to vary root depths

Details | Terza Rima | |

Pigeons Out Of Place

            Pigeons Out Of Place

Pigeons, sit on cold bronze heads                                
Relieve themselves all day and night for spite               
Fallen soldiers have no say, they are dead                   

Dirty birdies on branches don’t look right                           
They belong on buildings, rusted statues                      
Cold soldiers are toilets on scheduled flights                

Among the people in their human view                                      
Sitting on the park bench doling out bread                                
Man yawns, while birds bob heads when they are through         
All of God’s good creatures need to be fed               
Even filthy pigeons that tarnish things                                                                                                  
When food is finished, parties head for bed                

In the morning the birds of nature sing      
Pigeons decorate bronze soldiers like kings 

Created on 9/08/14 for Terza Rima (About anything you like) Poetry Contest                                                                         

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a dovecote delicacy
in verjuice salet
candied rose and violet
wild flower curd tart
olde world food art
cider wine
Fine !

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fisherwomen tramp
along river's berm
we picnic

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Earth Brothers

My brothers are much older than me
They're always teaching me how to live,
Like brother deer, and bird, and tree
And the bees, who teach me to forgive.

We take brother bees food but that's fine
He just makes more, being able to share,
He never wastes a moment to whine
But constantly hums his silent prayer.

Brother deer comes and goes like a ghost
Constantly in tune with one another,
Never disturbing anyone, never a boast
Or a complaint, he's my humble brother.

Brother bird older still fills the skies
In his faith he depends on God daily,
For every food and shelter, then flies
To God's feet singing his praise gaily!

Brother tree the oldest doesn't bother
To worry, and in total faith stands steadfast,
Lifting his arms in praise of Father
Who supplies all, his faith is unsurpassed!

I am the youngest brother of Mother Earth
But if I had to choose another one to be,
I'd choose the one that showed the most worth
So, I think that I would choose to be a tree!

                                      Timothy I. Brumley

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forget your needle in a hay stack

I'm a needle in a haystack
walking about among all
never standing tall.
 A stick in an ever growing field of flowers.
never a stalk, never any power.
just a lone discarded weed, but i feed
on your unknowing, my unshowing.
until an unblossoming of a true form me
and a society forced to see me,
and try to be me,
 the perfect rose.

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Sun Noodles Lake Two - Haiku

     Sun Noodles Lake Two- Haiku

lake, water falls, shaped
noodles spilled, boiled up flavor
sun ladled two scoops

Details | Sonnet | |

Minnesota Nice

The great upper mid west
Minnesota put to the test
Ten thousand lakes and streams
Reality for many who like to dream

From Itasca state park
To the Louisiaina's wooden bark
The mighty Mississippi flows
Gently down the outcrop she goes

Crime rates are always's on the rise
But really does it come as such a surprise
Everyone seems to like to hug
Except when its a mosquito bug

So many call us Minnesota Nice
But some still say were Cold as Ice

Details | ABC | |


A is for apple her favourite food.
N is for nelly fortado her favourite singer.
G is for green her favourite colour.
E is for easter her favourite holiday.
L is for lilly her  favourite flower.

Details | Haiku | |

Christmas Gifts

Santa stuffs stockings
Pomegranates, juice, bees wax 
Chocolate tree nuts

Details | Light Poetry | |

Aint staying gold

I like my steak rare With lots of pepper because well is not so well when dry.

 I run in the rain so I don't have feel my sweat on my body. 

It's true I wake up before the sun rises, I beat him every time.

 I'm already filled with sand, so ill be one less the sandman has to work on. 
I'm already at my highest peak before the stats appear. 

I'm already down hill before the pile of shit. Im still at the top of the mountain waiting for that one chick to stop singing and get over this hill.

 At the End of the day I like to end with my coffee and smoke the same way- black and mild.

Details | Free verse | |

Owls Night

                    Owls Night 

Masculine owl, brown metallic feathers, heavy winged
Sores the twilight ozone meadow
Traverses over waterways and banks of laden grass
Transforms, as from a trance, into the hunter
Haunting hoot tu-who sounds alert 
Between the silent grays of total black
Eclipsed and thunderous flap on flight ignites the hunt
Gliding, guided by precision giant eyes of wondrous yellow  
Gaining on the shadow of the mouse within its grasp
Scrambling to escape
Owl changes shape before attacking
Preys before he merges on this species
The specimen does not go unnoticed by another winged creature
A female owl of white, who feels an urge to flee, takes flight
Swoops down, takes the rodent in, before departing
No thinking on the wing and wind
No time to contemplate
Brown owl feels smarter than all that, a regular intellect, yet
Hovering up above, without his meal, there is regret
Mr. and Mrs. Owl will sort things out together 
Not in the nest or dead of night on meadows bog
But over dinner, consisting of the memory of mouse, no doubt

                    Created on 8/04/14 for Night Owl – Poetry contest

Details | Rhyme | |

Mayan Gold

Cocoa pods ripe…

Bitter made sweet.

Packaged as treasures

For you, and for me.

Details | Rhyme | |

Watered Down

What clears the thoughts of grief? 
Will it ever release me out if this confounded chamber of no relief?

With a sour taste of pride,
Your castle has been watered down
Will I ever find myself a thrilling bride?
My smile has been watered down to a frown

Release the tainted spirit
Gliding hoarsely in my bones 
I rudely throw a fit 
What could get rid of chanting gnomes?

Unfold these watered down regrets
Fiddling with my migraines 
Hang on to the fishing pole...let go of the nets 
Plant me in a jungle full of dreams and and treasure me like gold, once hidden in the dark some cave
Bring all your worries with you and put it in the grave
Don't you guys have any brains? 
Am I the only one going insane in the rain?

Negativity swarms in muddied roads 
You watered down my sprouting growth
Your eruption croaking as frightening toads
Let your guilt be your oath

Let your suffering be sevenfold 

Roaming from grassland to awful city,
I find you rather rude...
Your aggressiveness leaving me pinned
On this wondrous amount of gratitude 

Let my suffering take its penalty 

What clears the thoughts of grief? 
I ponder upon this question as I sit alone in this confounded chamber, sending no relief

Check out the fields of crops
Once in a while, take a chance to water it down
Unroll your generosity
Thrive to gather your duty together

Take a sip of the wine,
A lingering taste of ripened grapes and aged   
Eloquent and bitter in its effects and removes your senseless grief
Don't return to your old ways, 
Rolling down on the ground as a drunken swine

There is hope that this garden will be fulfilled, edible and nutritious 
Your responsibility is to keep the field tended and watered down 
Craving for its bogus effects, keeping yourself ambitious 
Feeling high above the vineyard, reaching itself as a tree, 
Wailing for its dandy sun to shine down on its hungry figure 

I worry this obsession is ominous
Could you find another way to feel satisfied by bountiful glory?
The chill-boned feeling could be wondrous
Than it attacks as an ill-tempered viper, 
rage-stricken and snappy

Once in a while, take a chance to water it down the crops
Unroll your generosity towards their needs

It only takes a few drops
Of wine to isolate yourself from doubt

Thrive to gather your duty together
So that you'll chase your destiny on its feet, multiplying the beads 
tied with stable string 

Soon enough, your hope for future cash will be dragging its weight 
down to your chimney top

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Big Bucks

early bird gets worm
standing at the base of tree
fourteen point buck - wow

Tribute To
Deer Hunters and Hunterettes LOL

May You Rack A Big One

Please Be Safe 
Wear Blazing Orange

Details | Free verse | |

Our Mandarin Universe

The edges of an eclipsed
sun give birth in broken 
shocks of light 
to day love and life

We lift ourselves
to yawning 
blades of grass near
an ocherous tree 
raised by the mountains
beside us

Into an infinity 
of yes as our
wings fall away 
in the ultimate flight 
immersed in the 
syrup of our
mandarin universe


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Dining Dames

Dandy daffodils delight
Dainty Dames dining
Complimenting the crispy crossiants
Making their meal magnificent

Details | Cinquain | |


a dew drenched field
beneath the fallen leaves-
delicate campestris become

Details | Haiku | |

A New Day Begins

a new day begins
in a sparkling morn sunshine
I eat my cereals

Details | Free verse | |


really, i’m really starving 

from the frame of my room’s window 
afternoon sun looks like an omelette 
wonderful, well-fried, big and wide

but that omelette has been divided,
slaughter by neighbors’ tv antennas 
by phone and electronics cables 
and without a few for my stomach 

i try to make my tears not to drops 
remind me again my mom’s omelette 
i used to be find one, a whole one,
as her love with her children

with continues fallen saliva 
i see that omelette without wink 
but only few seconds then 
it is gone ravenous-dine 
by whom i don’t know 
and then left sky alone 
like dirty-grubby plate 

tonight when dark covers the space 
night lamps one by one wake 
i will crawl go out from my room 
then silently lick the sky-plate 
before cleaned by rain or dew
only to entertain my hunger stomach 
then sleep and dream about an omelette

Details | Free verse | |

A Mother of Many

Over cooked. 
No one eats it. 
It becomes a Mother.
A nurturing feast.
of Maggots. 
At least it has more heart than you.

Details | Verse | |


I watched the raindrops 
one by one they fell
they filled an empty hole
till it became a well
every word of yours is dew
like this rain I seek
the hole here large and empty
for a cistern of waters keep
Within I hold these waters
as a gift for you
the life within a garden
cannot without them do
The moisture collects in clouds and wind
their circuits round the earth each day
their routes can now be firmly mapped
its requirements to life portray 
The bounties hidden in a desert
you won't ever see in bloom
until the rain its torrents fall
saturates the seeds entombed
Your words are livings waters
they must fall upon the seed
they cannot germinate or grow
they require this moistures deed
Mankind's become a desert place
where scorpions and snakes do dwell
life here is with the cold blooded
from the rainforest they have fell
Comprehensive examples  have been left
in all nature and histories show
a better teacher than science books
if we observe what's here to know
The fabric of all of life
holds me like a wadi tell
like an archeologist
who digs the sands and dell
These nations want gold and silver
but true riches they despise
in the end pursuits of vanity
will damn those who think they're wise
Once again you refreshed my mind
when I thought my well be dry
the waters here clean and clear
not bottled with a lie
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

Details | I do not know? | |

The Fat Lady Winges (2005)

She starts of winging
Then cries of binging
She puts on more weight
And throws me slate
Neurotic fat lady can’t see me for who I am
I’m a woman who’s a sheep but looks like a lamb
I don’t call her fatty so why call me bones
If I fight back she’ll cry over ice cream cones
Some are naturally slim and some are fuller
Sometimes it’s uncontrollable like your colour 
Stop picking on me and sort out your own weight
I have food and not guilt in my plate
It’s in my genes so argue with God
I’m not anorexic my metabolism is odd

I’m not under of over weight; I’m muscular, lean and slim –naturally

Details | Tanka | |

The street dog

I was drinking tea
Suddenly a street dog came
Wagging tail and head;
He wanted some food to eat
By his body language!

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Scents of Summer

in the summer heat
luscious blackberries glisten~
cobbler scents the air

Details | Narrative | |

Mistaken Identity

As the line’s listless structure leapt into attentive control;
It’s purpose for existence instantly acknowledged.

The double-tapered weight-forward shooting line’s condensation,
Informed of its instant transformation,
Leaps to the water’s corresponding constitution,
Each droplet acting as spherical asteroids of deception on the current’s rippling surface.

Instantly, a silent connection has arisen.
One derived out of technology,
Entombed in the cosmology of the seasons,
Originating before explorations in genetics.

Taking solice in a meal of two moons,
How could one resist this temptuos delight?
Emerging with swarms of life; Analgous in size, shape, and color,
Cleaverly disguised in the guile of organic structure.

Details | Rhyme | |


I piled my plate with ribs,
Potato salad and pulled pork,
Then grabbed a beer, a napkin
And my plastic knife and fork.

The picnic table beckoned
So we sat to have our meal,
Not knowing that our dinner
Would turn into an ordeal.

For out of nowhere there appeared
A yellowjacket pair,
Alighting on my plate, my food,
My beer, my hand, my hair.

Perhaps it was the honey
In the saucy-coated ribs
That attracted these invaders
Out to claim their rightful dibs.

I swatted and deflected them
But I could clearly see
That a peaceful, laid-back barbecue
This wasn't meant to bee!

Details | I do not know? | |

Catfished Strange Lookin' Critters On Earth.

Catfish hashed halibutt steaks bloodied red rare...
Nothin' more to eat-I really don't care or give a 
dam. No-no-no more mistakes, Sir Sam i am
Don't give a dam flim flam.Hidey Howe and away
we must flee and a'go-go.Paint huffin' kids are 
dumb-asses at best...They could'nt take a test
without failin' or pass.Kids now'a days are spoiled
to the centered core...Their rear ends should be
spanked till tender and sore. Green, orange, pink 
or blue over length spiked mohawks is what these
attention starved brats of today wear...The parents 
should show them they really care, Not have 
complete strangers constantly stare.
What is so neat 'bout wearinf rings in eyebrows 
or a nose? This only makes them resemble
a mexico's bulls.Whats so wrong with bein'
the norm? Why look strange and ugly like on
this planet you shouldda never been born? 
Hippoty hopp, hippoty hopp...Who can be
the worst looking slob? 


Details | Sonnet | |

Appearance of the sun

Days, weeks, and months no condensation
Months, weeks, and days evaporation
The dry dusty meadows has given up faith
To the minors who covered with water play in gait
Even the plants leaves are upright
Always waiting for the night
Women during heat gossips call the children to shade
Farmers, arms at an akimbo, look at the harm the sun had made
Sacrifices had been made but their god answer not 
Workaholic peasants go to the farm and come back without a nut
They look at their past for taboos or a great sin
They find nothing the priest says the gods has nothing
The sun continues to punish there bare foot till it cuts
They sweat till sun dries it, their body then becomes forts 

Details | Haiku | |

Harvest Gold Trilogy (Haiku Series)

the golden harvest
reflecting love from above
God's nature at work
blue sky and white clouds
a blanket of protection
nourishing the fields
wheat for many souls
flourishing abundantly
fulfillment of love

Details | Lyric | |

love 'n'

love 'n'...

food and sex and food and sex
go together like
before and next
anytime we're together
food and sex can make it, better

hunger and lust and hunger and lust
go together like
need and must
anyone who feels so driven
hunger and lust can be, for givin'

please take heed to what I say
naturally can't be, any other way
hunger and food and lust and sex
are just what mother nature expects

food and sex and food and sex
go together like
cause and effects
anytime we're relating
food and sex is, satiating

hunger and lust and hunger and lust
go together like
filling and crust
any way you can cook it
hunger and lust want to, submit

some might think they know the score
take their fill, come back for more
any dad who leers to mother
wants some lovin' and no other

sex and food and sex and food
go together 'cause
they feeel sooo goood
any body tasted better
sex and food they go together

lust and hunger and hunger and lust
go together like
boom 'n' bust
any way it falls 'n' rises
just nonplussed to criticize it

you won't want one, 
can't hit a homerun
any two can't be undone
no, you won't want one, without the other

No baby!

© Goode Guy 2011-06-29

"Love And Marriage"
thanks to: lyrics by Sammy Cahn and music by Jimmy Van Heusen
and of course Frank for singing it.

Details | Blank verse | |


Water glass up-side down.
Why do you have that frown ????
Need water soapbox clown.
Can't live without that drink.
Vomit into the bathroom sink.
Water has a putrid stink.
Baby needs some water.
Better off at the florist.
Call the people in congress hall.
There all at the ball.
Who then can I call ????
I'm only a few feet tall.
So I must die in horror ways.
ACID_RAIN water gives me pains.

2006 from ????


Details | Tetractys | |


a welcome
Springtime emblem,
the foretaste of succulent fruit to come.

Details | Tanka | |


Green was the color
which my sight beheld for long,
now trees turn auburn
setting a melancholic mood...
mourning the liveliness gone.

Lofty, dense mountains
tower hills with grapes and pumpkins
as their aroma spreads;
these cliffs suited for olive groves...
won't protect them from a storm.

Thoughts intensify,
foreseeing winter's sadness,
noticing the wise ants
storing food before snow comes...
this image makes one ponder. 


Details | Free verse | |

Binging on Bings

in the hot valley, 
I shimmied  up the first few corky feet of the trunk 
and climbed into the high canopy of the 
colossal cherry tree.

Perched, but cautiously,
on the roof
of Uncle Freddy's garage,
gorging myself on
the flesh of
the large, heart-shaped

My trick was to pick a mouthful and
then bite down, 
sucking as I did,
a dozen or more
of the deep, 
maroon beauties
exploding in my mouth.

Spitting the seeds onto
the roof and
hearing them roll to
hit the metal gutters
at the side of the building
while Mom and
Uncle Freddy 
and Aunt Jenny
talked about 
grown-up things

I climbed down the tree
my belly full and
my face and hands
stained with the juice
and joy of being
the first to reach the biggest
and ripest
and sweetest
of the tree.

Details | Rhyme | |


With Winter, now the poacher's chain releases
while the hunters vane, their aptitude increases,
as still the mind sets edging, fate's receipt
the wait on wait, to kill mundane, bears thesis!

No thought of vestige pride, the eye beseeches
the game is theirs, the Bible's cry 
the Earth is Man's therein the tie, 
ties down the conscience, gives it tithe!

Tied down by glory, hunt or die
the boisterous story, ego's rely
Tied down,  the creature spared to buy
another hunter's license ~ my!

The State does benefit from the pie,
the same as taxing whiskey, rye
tied down, the Indian's wrestling wit
keeps watching, man to man ~ remit!

Once open prairie, now in script
tied down by rules, bit by bit!
this fetish bond, tied down to death
the hunter's choice, the home's rejoice!

Claim not the ground, you surly voice
tie down your weapon, your exploit
and let it wander o'er your soul
in season's squander of remorse!

No guilt, no envoy, no gun's force
NO HUNTING ~ Read my sign . . . ENDORSE!

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The crow

On this summer’s day
A crow is eating litchi
From a full-grown tree!

Details | Verse | |

Piscine Philosophy

My goldfish waits patiently to be fed,
he waits without moving much,
when I approach,what goes through his head?
Does he think real thoughts,or such?
He gets excited as I take some food,
and sprinkle it in the tank,
does he look on me as his one true god,
the father that all fishkind must thank,
for being there everyday,
to make sure all his needs I'll meet,
does he look up to me and pray,
that forever I'll make sure he'll eat?

Tom 11/05/2012

Details | Free verse | |


Sons and daughters are rising
against their parents,
they use obscenity
and physical force;
honor is no longer  
present in their unsound thoughts...
isn't the end coming soon?

Rivers and oceans flood towns and cities,
crops and lives are being  lost,
mothers grieve for their children;
firefighters and soldiers
try to save them with their shivering pets...
isn't the end coming soon?

The climate is continuously changing,
it's getting warmer and ice is melting
in both North and South Poles;
grizzly bears, deers and wolves
search for food in garbage pails...
is the end coming soon? 

Drug addicts and homeless people
are dying on dark, filthy streets
infested by rodents as big as cats;
punks carry guns and shoot in hallways,
and yet hookers continue their business...
isn't the end coming soon?

Grandpas and grandmas read the Bible daily,
their grandchildren worship the Devil who promises
them riches with schemes...even justice and punishment are failing;
who controls the Courtroom: the judge, the crook or the green?
Is the jury as fair and righteous as it appears?
Isn't the end coming soon?

Preachers praise God from the pulpit
when their souls are not pure as He is...
are they deceiving themselves and their flocks?
They interpret the Bible as they deem,
being inherent and contradicting...
isn't the end coming soon? 

When The-Same-Sex-Marriage Law was passed,
crowds of gays and lesbians cheered on:
a return to Sodom and Gomorrah?
Soon perversion will be everywhere,
and more incurable diseases will start new plagues...
isn't the end coming soon?

Details | Rhyme | |

Haggis " ever caught one? "

Welcome world as you read this poem

Its about the Haggis

Scottish Highlands they roam


The lowland Haggis with legs the same

Evolution from the Highlands they came


But the truer beasts, rarely in sight

Run through the hills left and right


With one set of legs longer than the other

On the steep Scottish slopes

They don't fall over


With the world in recession 

We have a tourist boom

Highland Safari's

Have lifted the gloom


So book now to catch your own

Take a photo, email it home

So come the summer, they hibernate

Get on that plane, before its too late

Details | I do not know? | |

Gypsie Boy Part One

The toot of a lute
Rang through the air
The carnival was uproar with laughter
A little boy's eyes
a much larger size
at the sight of what he was after
A stale piece of bread
Sat in the trash
It made the little boy in rag's mouth water.
So he reached through the gate
as soon as it got late
Hoping to avoid his slaughter
For stealing was a crime
Even from a trash-bin
They'd have his head off in seconds
A guard caught his eye
But before he could cry
Fate thought he'd need a hero, I reckon.
Some strangely dressed women
appeared from the shadows
and drew their shiny swords
The strangers fought
In the dead of night
The boy was lost for words
One of the women
She approached the child
She bent down to get another look
Seeing his starvation
The pain in his eyes
And the energy that life's stresses had took
"Come with us," Said the women
With a friendly smile
She offered the little boy her hand.
"You'll be safe with us,"
The women explained
"No more getting kicked in the sand."
The boy gave the women 
a cautious look
He greatly considered her offer 
His parents had just died
Of a horrible starvation
Tonight, hunger wouldn't take another
The little boy agreed
To join the Gypsies
Together they ate and they danced
They traveled from place
To place to place
With a merry smile around he pranced
But what they didn't know
Black magic was brewing
The pagans couldn't sense it upon them
But the hungry little boy
Had always had a gift
He knew when trouble was near him
Immediately he ran
To alert the Gypsies
He said something dark was coming
The pagans all stopped
The music died down
They'd send this enemy running
With candles and an altar
Some herbs and a pendant
The pagan's had formed a plan
They'd cast out a spell
That would protect the people
The animals and the land
Suddenly the sky darkened
Rain started to fall
Their magic wasn't working
With no wind blowing
A candle tipped
Danger was definitely lurking
The fire spread 
through out the camp
Tents burned down to ash
The gypsies all panicked
And fetched buckets of water
These problems surely couldn't last
The next two moths
were full of bad luck
The boy got covered by glances
"These problems didn't happen"
"Untill this boy came along."
They said getting rid of him would raise their chances
Of surviving in this
Horrid world we live in
They shunned him within a matter of hours
The boy wandered the earth
With tears in his eyes
His cries rang out with power
So on he walked
Following the road
As his gypsies had taught him
Though his spirits were crushed
and his body hungry
Nobody in the world would stop him

Details | Rhyme | |


Born an American 
But i was raised multicultural
Ive ventured to many places
But this was the most historical.

An island all by itself by the name of Japan
With a make-up similar to an architectural plan
Where from a birds-eye resembled no ones land
Afraid of whether or not I'd land. 

Once on my feet I begin to reminisce
On a life that I'd truly miss
In desperate search of a trustee
That whom was the same as me.

Mesmerized by the paintings that lay upon the walls
Aligned sightings of dragons holding crystal balls
Lady's dressed in golden Kimono robes
Tables set up with many different origami shows. 

As I watched them eat it seemed like fancy tricks 
For some odd reason they ate with sticks
With music that seemed like the Japanese Blues
It was then I noticed the mats that stated: "Please remove your shoes" 

To me this seemed as something new
Something in North America I would not do
From that moment on I knew--
This was going to take some getting used to.

Details | Shape | |


F   O   R   E   S   T  
F   U   N   G   A   L
F   O   R   A   Y   S
L   I   T   T   E    R
A   U   T   U   M   N
L   E   A   V   E   S

Details | Acrostic | |

Gently Picked Flower (Revised)

Going at the Pace of a little elF,
Eventually, It Ignites the floraL,
Nectar flow, Crowned with a fragrant halO.
Tantalizing,  Kisses of honey dew lay on it’s succulent pilloW.
Lapping the Evidence from my fingers and facE,
Yesterday’s Delicious, gently picked flowerR.

Details | Lanterne | |


hedgerows of
wine,jellies and

Details | Narrative | |


They were named the Dolomites,
the Pale Mountains of Belluno,
for their limestone, jagged peaks 
and shaped splintered spires;
and they're more breathtaking even without snow!
In this region, spring is so colorful and lovely
with its lilium parvum and misurina wildflowers
waving in those grassy meadows
so frequented by busy butterflies.
In the winter season, skiers, 
bundle up in their warm sport's attire,
challenging their strength and curiosity;
while below, in wooden brown huts,
coffee is sipped in hot cups,
and steaming polenta is eaten with delight.
Alaska has bears and penguins;
in this region of Belluno,
the paradise of the Alps,
only cows are seen grazing,
and unbridled horses galloping 
through grasslands looked above
by sleek Churches' steeples.
Climbers and trekkers follow their trials
and indulge in peace and solitude,
hoping to reach their highest peak and contemplate altitude;
that's plenty of endurance and patience to see their ego glow!

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Details | Fibonacci | |


fruit seed-
helps to meet
other's chocolate need

Title is another name for the Carob

Details | I do not know? | |

Green Tea (2005)

Green tea is an acquired taste 
Illuminates all the toxic waste
I can feel it shower me inside out
Made from a fresh organic sprout
Drinking a mug is not a treat
It is necessarily not a cheat 
I love the taste so refreshing and clean
I used to drink tea but now I prefer green
Try it and learn to worship the only temple you own
Its medicine naturally grown

I Love Green Tea

Details | Haiku | |

With Chamomile Tea

locusts singing with
the breeze reminds how peaceful
a porch swing can be.

Details | Concrete | |


Sweet, but ever so sour
Crunchy, but undeniably soft
Autumns blooming colors
Some wild, Some captive
Hungry mouths crave them
Hungry mouths claim them
From seed to tree,
Tree to bountiful fruit

Details | Quatrain | |

tongue ode

the tongue is just another muscle
gives strength to what we think
amidst life's daily hustle bustle
helps thoughts to words interlink

so the father with his mother tongue
speaks to progeny generations come
lessons learned to offspring young
good ways to live, his rule of thumb

still would wince at his tongue lashing
flinching, blinking, cowering and meek
if shouted anger from lips came flashing
'stead of old man's jokes, tongue-in-cheek

but before I become too tongue-tied 
some tongue twister squarely knotted
I'll place my tongue-in-cheek aside
to address these words I've jotted

and tell of my admiration for tongue
no forked tongue falsehood to relate
some silver tongued notes clearly sung
of glossa tongues and hooks and baits

that lovely lingual muscle hydrostat
can do things fit for moans and groans
I can hint, alluding to this and that
of things we tongue like flesh and bones

I think you'll agree with my observations
presented to you, from my mind sprung
and think of your own tasty applications
many things budding the tip of your tongue

© Goode Guy 2011-07-04

Details | Haiku | |


Krill in abundance, Shrimp like creatures bloom oceans; Blue whales scoop and sieve.

Details | Free verse | |

Modern Day Hunter Gatherers

Modern Day Hunter Gatherers
     By Sara Kendrick and Dane Smith-Johnsen

God's great world was so well planned.
He created nature and subsistence for all.
Before cattle feed lots and grocery stores.
Man as hunter-gatherers roamed earth's land.
Respect for nature and life sacrifice was taught.
Early on in mankind's life-
Those men have been gone for days on end.
I have cooked the last of the prairie hens.
If they don't come back soon the food will be all gone.
I have been hunting for miles on end.
To see if there were some nuts, berries, or small animals in dens,
Trying to gather what I can to add to the stores
Before winter comes and scarce will be the food source.

Those hunter-gatherers won't come again.
And if they did, modern day gatherers would win.
We've got guns, traps of steel.
Competing with us, they'd never get a meal.
They may as well face it and stay away!

Details | Lanterne | |


and plough
harvest and mow-
give thanks-
the circle
in which all lives

Details | Rhyme | |

Little Tia

She licks and licks away,
Missed me a lot today,

I let her out, 
She barks and barks,
She sniffs around, 
In the lawn she doesn't care for wet parts,

Runs to her bowl,
Has her favorite kibble in tow,
This picky diva wants food from my plate,
She's not fond of my decision not to cooperate,
So hard to deny her food when she's looking so cute,
I'm strong willed so this becomes a reoccurring dispute,

Now she wants to play,
I kick the soccer ball, 
Pouncing like a dear would catch prey
Laughing hard I shed a tear,
This I could do all day

Details | Rhyme | |

At the Grounds for Sculpture

An afternoon excursion
Filled with friends and food and art
Takes an ordinary Thursday
And just blows it off the chart.

Just a stroll throughout the gardens,
So impeccably maintained,
Proves that Nature has the power
To keep callers entertained.

Add some monumental sculptures
And a classy, tasty meal,
Then you’ve hit on the equation
For a day that’s quite ideal.

Circumstances rarely happen
(If they do we have to splurge)
When good health and lovely weather
And friends’ schedules converge.

So today, I’m feeling grateful
For a few delightful hours
With some loved ones, food and sunshine,
Gorgeous trees and art and flowers.

Details | Free verse | |

Planning the Garden

Some squash and tomatoes,
and red-hot peppers – 
the taste of summer,
just imagine them grow.

Details | Narrative | |

I Flee from the Storm

I could wish to see down but I choose to see up.
I step to the well to take a drink from life’s cup.
All I leave behind become the pieces I discard,
Life becomes easier where once it was hard.

The sun filters through some gray clouds in the sky.
Snowflakes drift downward from a place way up high.
They blanket the ground making it fresh and new,
I see only my tracks as I start to walk through.

I gaze upon a bird looking for food on the ground,
I stand and watch quietly, without making a sound.
It takes it's beak and brushes the snow aside,
Below the surface is where the food does hide.

At first the bird finds nothing but simply doesn’t give in.
The snow is like a haystack the bidd looking for a pin.
As the bird keeps digging it finally starts to sing,
The clock on the bell tower begins to ring.

It is almost like the bell says it’s time to eat.
the bird doesn't give up and knows not of defeat.
As I watch this process I think there is this I learn
To get what you need, you seek out what you yearn.

Suddenly a squirrel comes and joins in at the feast.
The bird looks at him funny like some sort of beast.
There seems some commotion and the bird flies away.
It seems that the squirrel sent the bird on its way.

It seems rather simple yet there is a lesson inside.
There still remains food uinder the surface it hides.
It took a little work but it was always buried below,
Dig past the surface and the treasure will show.

I start to feel cold so I turn back for home.
I follow my tracks the same way I shall roam.
I get back inside where it is cozy and warm,
I find some shelter and flee from the storm.

Details | Fibonacci | |


homemade wine for sale

Details | Kimo | |

New Year Money

Pots full of collard greens and blackeyed peas
Are surely Superstition's
Tastiest traditions.

Details | I do not know? | |

Why Are You Here

Trees are here,
So I can climb.
But also here,
So I can eat.

Streams are here,
So I can swim.
And also here
So I can drink.

You are here
To make me laugh.
But also here,
So I can love!

~Written in 2003 (Tuesday, 4th, March) when I was fourteen.~

Details | Quintain (English) | |


Poor mockingbird, stay...
don't let thunderstorms bring you fear,
breadcrumbs are in the tray;
in my lap you'll be very near,
I can even wear a yellow rain gear.

Poor mockingbird, stay...
those cold snow days will finally wane out; 
lilies will bloom in early May,
and without the presence of doubt,
spring joy will overflow the smallest  heart.

Details | Rhyme | |

The Ducks Are Free

   Within my sight of ocean breeze
I see the curve of earth and sea
The little ducks as they walk about
A show of wings for a simple handout.
   White clouds pass, subtle and calm
Giving rest to the sun upon the kiddie pond
The sunlight twinkles as the children play
Together they're dancing within the waves.
   Here comes a duck with questioning eyes
A piece of bread or even some pie?
Bikinis and trunks play in the sand
Not one of them lovers, not one holding hands.
   This all seems distracted as in playful dispute
The beach is so quiet, maybe they're mute
The glare of the sun brings me back to my write
I see the seagulls attacking a kite.
   Although the beach I thought serene
This one corrects me of all I have seen
Only the ducks seem peaceful to know
Their questioning eyes and hunger side show.
   The people are sad or poor I bet
To come to this beach, in silence get wet
If this is the price of the beach for me
I'll come for the ducks, the ducks are free.

     September 14, 2008

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Rain is more than a blessing,
watch it from a window pouring...
birds take a long bath as little springs form;
and kids run outside to get wet and dance in the storm.

Rain is good for every tree, pant and flower,
and on them we daily rely for food and adornment...
plenty of showers in warm spring, thunders in scorching summer;
the happy eyes of farmers love to see it fall on fields for a bountful harvest.

Without rain the earth would be a huge desert,
no plant life would survive in arid soil and the cattle
on prairies would aimlessly roam to find a river for their thirst, 
many will die and the cowboys without their wild horses wouldn't be so festal.

Rain is a source of wealth and more than a blessing, it promises
pretty roses in bloom, abundant fruits on trees and wheat with golden kernels
in the fileds, where those stuffed scarecrows protect them from very hungry ravens;
imagine life without rainfalls, it'll resemble the somber moon with dry valleys and canyons.

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The Nut

I crack open the nut,
And there it is,
Tucked away like a baby,
In it’s mothers womb.
And you think,
I am going to eat it!!!!
I don’t think so,

It is a worm!!!!!

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They aren't chimpanzees!!!
They descend from mountains
when their stomachs growl,
and they tumble with their excessive weight...
getting dirt, stones and twigs caught in their fur.
Two of them just crashed, making the loudest thud,
sending animals and humans scrambling! 
Someone screams, " They aren't chimpanzees!!! "
" Run, son! " a frightened mother shouts.
" Mom, grab my hand...I'm scared! " the kid yells.

They aren't chimpanzees!!!
They live in the wilderness feeding on deer and wildcats;
they are extremely savage, roaming the dense hills
and open plains, and with one stroke of their powerful paws,
they can instantly kill defenseless creatures or people.
They travel far to get their food, and their senses 
are as keen as tigers and lions hunting their prey.
If you hear groans or strange noises: look out!
They hide behind bushes and trees and they could be
in your own backyard! These beasts are... 

Entered in Gareth James's contest, " Leave Me Hanging "

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The Chocolate Tree

A complex Composition may take a long time to compose....

Several female figures communicating their relaxed relationship

within a safe , stylish comfortable environment  or harvesting

of the fruits, like a Van Gogh metamorphisis.   Several figures 

in the field working within an orchard environment.

Selecting ,reaching, placing , gathering and  singing rythmically.
Oranges , apples or grapes and carrying  a woven cane basket. 

Working in the field, on the land , organically without machinery.

Chocolate grows only  3 degrees north or south of the equator.*

The oblong knobbly pod  is not particularly attractive , it looks a bit

like a custard apple and grows directly out from the  trees' trunk . 

The sound of drums reverberating through the lush, humid forest.

The Chocolate tree was originally discovered in the deep , dense,

dark canopy covered rainforests of South Americas and was 

used as a mood enhancer , possibly also an entrancer in  rituals. 

Explorers carefully carried and contained the revered cacoa seed,

thinking nothing much of its bitter taste.

Introduced and redeveloped  in Europe from the fifteenth century.

When the pod is cut open it looks a bit like a custard apple again.

Dark, waxy seeds embedded within a pulpy flesh here and there. 
It is  Cocoa seeds that are used to make our favorite chocolate!

*(A  few feet either way North or South of the Equator , water swirls
   downwards  clockwise 4 North and anticlockwise 4 South.}

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The Dust of God's Feet (Part II)

               The waters flow.  The land drinks.  The pools are filled with the small 
rain and the great rain of His strength upon the just and unjust.  The earth brings 
forth herbs meet for those who dressed it; receiving blessings from God with 
fruitful seasons, our hearts are filled with food and gladness.  This is His 
witness.  As He cuts a channel for the torrents and a path for the thunderstorm, 
His doctrine drops as rain upon mown grass and upon the mountains that grass 
may grow.  His speech distils as dew into streams with goodness from the 
morning cloud, and he even covers the bottom of the sea until the thick cloud is 
wearied.  The bright cloud is scattered, wherein the lord ascends.  Fair weather 
comes out of the north in golden splendor, as the tender grass springs out of the 
earth by the bright shining after rain; on the good and evil His sun does shine.  
So shall God come in awesome majesty with power and great glory will be 
appear.  His strength is in the clouds.  Heaven is His throne and earth is his 
Footstool.  He will walk upon the wings of the wind in his faithfulness that 
reaches as high as the clouds, and his favor is as a cloud of the latter rain to 
provide food abundantly, the corn of Heaven, as did the former.  And as many of 
us who have partook of His bread shall be gathered into the harvest receiving a 
blessing from God, being caught up in the clouds evermore to be with Him to 
see Him as He is.

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Provision with a price....

wet and dry affecting bolster
basic grain pre-market commodity
dispersal targets rift uncommonly

Feedstock fodder higher priced
milk,egg,cheese will future thrice
upkeep livestock feel the strain
lack of grain...we'll all feel the pain

Corn,wheat,rice and soybean
hot potato money machine
pass the buck absorb the cost
surcharge tacked as all not lost

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Tussilago Farfara, Or Coltsfoot

In waste places beside the road Coltsfoot grows in fertile till. A smallish flower no higher than a toad Its habitat seems to fit the bill. Not expecting a flower in this land Odd brown scales clasp its stalk. Skunk cabbage neighbors in its sand And makes a "feller" stop and gawk.. Leaves not unlike the hoof of a colt Hence the name, Colts-foot, you know. The first flower in spring to bolt And a weed that escapes my hoe. By any name, it's still a weed.

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it grows in a shell
i love the smell
it rings my bell
that  seekes

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Coffee Icebergs

I watch them melt
imagining the arctic
slowly melting into the sea
until there is nothing
left of ice worthiness.

I guess I'll suffer with hot coffee.


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Mansions in the Sky

The Stars lit up the skies and nothing could I see,
Except these huge Mansions that fly in the sky.
Swirling winds picked me up and carried me high.
Making trails in the clouds it was just me.
It was breathtaking just to be,
Afloat the top of mansions that fly.
The Moon was bright and the Sun a bit dry.
They were huge and magnificent to oversea.
 Mansions in the sky that fly above it all.
Mesmerized I went in and found no end.
None were too small.
None occupied, not even by a friend!
Mansions that fly fill a brilliant sky,
All emptied but not by I!
© Copyright: Ann Rich  2006

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atlantic salmon

Rising up and flowing down of ocean
Cold salt wind a whisper in my face
Mind and body going round the motion
Fitting  with  the rhythm of the pace
Of a sleepy steady rock and rolling ride
It's a leaping silver fish on falling tide
Adrenelin is pounding on to help me
The fish taildancing tries to shake the hook
I hold the rod tip high maintaining pressure
And let the bending rod work any slack
His sounding run begins The drag is spinning
Another leap for air and then he's back
Tighten drag and hold he thinks he's winning
Let him run to tire and then he'll crash
It's a long long way to Brant Rock's cool
From Knotty Ash in Liverpool
But some moments make it worth
The travelled time
To rhyme

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there was a time

i like the way a dog/cat
licks my lips

i like the way 
nobody admits to it

the whole time
everyone grab tits

a need for milk
and spinning
through it

i cleave to breasts like a
milk farmer
to profits

but i need it more
now that 
it has completely 

leaving me 
leaving you

and i'm selling
my wits

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Red Delicious

Unwaxed apples fall.
Piñata gum balls red tease
the orchard's sweet tooth.

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Greener Grass

Black cow in green field
One eye to sky, one on ground
Through rusty red gate

Knelt with neck sideways
Reaching extending pink tongue 
For tall greener grass

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Sunset Dinner

I would tell him, 
but he hunkered 
down in his bunker, 
with one-thousand-caliber cans of beer.
He rationed himself,
to every Bud.
Every friend
poured from their head-wound
deafening - distinctive - gurgles.

I dine at a wide clay table -
face the gold-red wall.
I serve myself a setting yolk -
season it with salt.
I eat my meal, and quickly-
forbid the air its warmth.
I stuff myself with sunset;
starved in bed, I bawl
as dusk, so kind, wraps leftovers
for tomorrow evening’s gall

He (like the day) has set;
sunsets taste – different –

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when it hot
i sweat a lot
its hard for me to think
so begin to blink
my thrist make be kink
beer soda any thing neer
i do it until am pink

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Acreas of round bales of hay
Straw colored and dry, covered by thin plastic
Rolled up, saved for a hungry day
For the farms of America

Field left barren soft brown
From lack of rain falling down
The dryest time of the year
Facing us with much fear

Knowing that winter is on the way
Hoping that the preservation
Saves the day
For animals in America

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Sea purslane & wild garlic
A pot roasted rabbit
cooked with boletus fungi
Winter chantrelles
Japanes knotweed
Apple juice

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Sense of Desire

Pedals fall from a night sky
whispering your name
angelic laughter, a child's weep
Showers of gold specks
lining the eyes, purity rebirth
Sunflowers aroma celestial fields
Nurtures God's misty dew,
mucky to the touch
Melons on the horizon,
Squelch for an oasis washed for the senses,
honeyed, sticky dessert
A tropical island, a coconut's medallion
Senses overload
Savor ribbons of fire, desire

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The Geese Are Quacking

the geese are quacking
on blistering snow-capped pond
fish swim beneath them

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Nature's Perfection

Nothing shall ever compare to the beauty so embellished
Amazing shapes, fragrances, colors, in combined detail.
Trace the fruits, vegetables, flowers, nectars relished.
Usually taken for granted, the grace and glory they entail.
Remember that all these things given for strength and life.
Evangelical perfection, from the mother, we know as Earth.
Securing ever-growing multiplication, revealing such rife,

Plentiful adornments, given from, way before our birth,
Examine a simple apple for it’s’ strength to withstand a fall.
Reach up, pluck a peach, and feel its softness surrounding,
Fresh juices so mouthwatering that make the young so tall.
Embark on a journey to find the treasure, which is astounding.
Cleverly, encased within ripening coconuts, of their shell,
Tantalizing richness in liquid and meat for a taste supreme,
Infinite delights, enticing, each broaden our sense of smell,
Only to further, invite our taste buds to enlighten the dream.
Nature’s perfection is the whirlwind of Mother Nature’s scheme.

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Daisy Days

Sunflowered yellow finch
She loves me she loves me not
Petals flutter down

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A tiny Awareness

She Waits.
Eyes catch movement -
Spreading her wings
She Glides.
Beautiful surrender - 
Talons clutch his tiny body.
She Returns.
A tiny awareness - 
He gave his life for mine.
She feeds.

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MY DOG---------MY CAT

I have two pets-a dog and a cat,
One is thin, the other is fat,
Can you guess which on is that,
That's right--that darn cat is Very fat.

She drinks milk whenever she can,
The vet says,"NO!", but he's only a man,
She pays no attention whatever to him,
She IS picky though, she won't drink skim.

Now Mr. dog--he's slim and trim,
He runs and plays with vigor and vim,
He sticks up his nose at milk and all that,
He doesn't want to be a Fat cat!

I love them both-thin or fat,
Even though, at times, they drive me bats,
I thank God that they are around,
For they make me feel alive with all those sounds.

                             MEOW!      BOW-WOW!  MEOW!   BOW-WOW!
                              Don't they sound adorable?LOL

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Midday Picnic (The Play)

The setting

Green grass on sunny day
The area by the lake
Trees surrounding from all view
For there my love, to take

The props

Blanket meticulously placed
Basket filled with fare
Wine with two glasses
Brie and camembert
Crackers and some caviar
Strawberries, just so red
Radio to set the mood
We will be well fed

The story

She and I walked hand in hand
With sun upon our way
Smiling in the gentle breeze
Planning for our day
With feet to take us walking
Our hearts had guided the way
We then laid down our blanket
With thoughts to eat and play
Sprayed out, the food before us
With intentions there to eat
The tastiest of the tastiest
A veritable lover’s treat
I fed her, oh, seductively
As music played along
I sang for her, the words I knew
From one of her favorite songs
We toasted us, we sipped away
We kissed…the time was right
We cast aside the food we brought
Made love in broad daylight

The Ending

Yet, I am a gentleman
So now to you I say
I can give no more details
Of our picnic this day

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O  H
N  O


N   O
N   O


N   O
G   O

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My Garden

of buckets
and dirt filled
boxes; used tires
even an old freezer
overflowing with blossoms.
Gnomes of stone peek through dark green ferns.
Gray squirrels chatter; cobblestone paths
where a lazy snake has been known to lay
sleepily sunning in summer's breeze.
Dragonflies dipping on bath tub ponds
where fat koi swim awaiting supper.
Bull frogs croak each afternoon
calling to each other.
Pond to pond bellows
echo loudly,
in my backyard.
Smell the warm damp earth;
the fragrant lemon grass.
See the simple Lady bug.
Discover a hidden birds nest.
Rest and relax as sundown finds you
Enjoying God's Beauty in my Garden.

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Letter to a Movement

This sudden surge of old death
This expiration of forest trees
And my lung choking for breath
This sickness of an old disease
This tropical rain forest gasping
With the world for life, and chains
Of food stores lit up and basking
In cheap food fattening, the stains
Of beckoning jingles but few ignore
For they do not know how many 
Die to bring obesity to a greasy store
And you think the real calamity
Is the forest, you should me here
Prowling at the shrivelling edges
Of my domain shrinking up with fear
I growl, short from high rock ledges
Where is a cat to go without a jungle?
So now you they are only after me
Trying to make extinct not invisible
Will cheap fat dribble on your gluttony.
Where are the Yanamoahs gone
There are no foot tracks where the eagles spawn.

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Sugar Cane

Growing from a sugar vein
in fields as far as the eye can see
are sticky stalks of pithy cane
bending the breeze a symphony
Born upon machete mouths
Held in sun soaked hands
Exhale moisture from the clouds
to inhale sugar from the sand.

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It may sound foolish or even insane
to have a wish for richness or fame,
and it's perfectly normal and human 
to long for things we don't have;
but it's morally wrong to use them
against others...for one's greed and gain!

That conviction comes from inside,
uncovering the unclearness of doubt...
without being afraid of answers so dark;
faith seems worthless without a vision in the mind..
be persistent in seeking gold with an enormous risk,
and many will try a thousand times until they find it! 

A small seed will grow into a rich harvest...
sun-nurtured and rain-quencher before sunset,
and all these things you desire
are obtained through prayer;
don't heed the cynic's advice:
push forward  with endless stride!

A wish for richness has different motives,
discard the unworthy ones, consider the good ones;
curiousity and effort make people successful,
'till their empty basket is completely full!
Never did I see  believers struggle for food;
it was given because they bow down to a true God! 

Real food comes from the fertile earth,
those who eat it will not know early death;
millions of people die from man-made diseases:
cigarettes, drugs, alchool, and promiscuous sex;
if these are to continue, there'll be no one left!  

Be considerate of others...don't do anything
you don't want to be done to yourself;
have the kindest heart overflowing with giving:
never stop at anything, if someone laughs;
your determination is the result of dedication:
let all watch and envy you for your perception!       

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The Bell Flower

It rings; open-ended shape of a bell,
Especially a flower -but to ring?
Only to a heart and fills air with smell
With scent and not sound yet it still will sing.
Air made so fresh by such a lovely thing.
Bell Flowers fills air with its stifling sweet,
Bells blessed by Lordly rain and suns kind heat.

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The Field Of Summer

The bright 
Summer sky
Of Myconos
With little cold 
From nearby 
Bluish green sea
Wrinkled cheeks
As she sit 
On a field
Of olive groves
The flamboyant
Toward her 
His manly steps
Over the surface
Of dried tares
Clear clouds 
Slowly sway 
Giving way 
To her 
Pink scented lips 
To be kissed
By sunlight
The watermelon
As she waits
For the love
Of her

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Beautiful colors, so many colors do I see... 

Maple leaves fall and autumn fragrances now 

fill the air. Trees now prepare for a long 

winters nap. The ground now all covered in 

fresh colors of trees that have lost their 

foliage and gone into a deep slumber... Yet 

have we toiled in the hot sun all summer and 

now it is time to harvest our labor. We 

rejoice by breaking bread and filling our 

bellies with the fruits of our harvest. 

Winter now infringing upon our door 

step.  As bears surrender to nature’s 

tranquilizer and crawl into their hiding 

spaces for their long winters nap. Doeth not 

the fruits of our labor endure until another 

harvest comes and once again when nature puts the bear 

back into a deep, deep sleep, while others wait to

see what sales the news paper will bring?

Some say the harvest is the end, but it’s 

really just the beginning.

Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor 
Copyright ©2008 Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor 

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in the
riot of
October gone-
rotting in

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Sweet Temptation

I will fill your desires with nectar, sweet
Satisfy your hunger and thirst, a treat
You will be thankful, on me you will eat.
I will sustain your life forever.

Hang around here, for you to enjoy.
I flourish for you, no need to be coy.
Ravage my essence, your lips you employ,
From the vine, enjoy the splendor.

Take it slow, now, so I can last
You don’t want to consume, eat too fast
If you do, I will then be part of the past,
Because then I will be spent.

So, pick of me gently. Tease, if you will.
Kiss at the roundness. Ooh, what a thrill!
There you go now, move in for the kill.
For which, this grape was meant.

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Untitled Cinqku

The morning
Has reached my face
A warmth of fresh sunlight:

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Meat fishin'

It was the last and largest of the seven
Still asquirm under the gill crushing thumb
The fresh honed blade  slid in at the head
and sliced along the back fin to the tail
He came back to the head  slid the point 
across to the start of the belly
then ran his finger down the back cut
for a lifting start to the fillet
The knife followed riding the ribs
And moments later that side of the perch was
lying skin down but still attached on the cutting board
He slid the point under the eye and twist spooned out the cheek
Pulling it whole from the eye with his fingers
The other side took less time and in less than a minute
He had two fillets and two more cheeks to add to the rest
The skin and bone carcasses would bait the trotline tonight.
Seven small perch would need a thick potato sauce 
To fill the plates at supper
His eyes lit up as he saw a patch of lilies on the edge of the path
The bulbs would serve as soup with just a touch of bacon ,butter ,and onion
He shut off the truck in the driveway
Getting out to the smell of fresh baking
And the sound of laughter

Sport fishin' just aint the same game

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Crab Feast (Nonet)

It runs gracefully across the sand 
Feet leaving prints as it passes 
Gracefully moves its own way 
Delicacy for some 
It’s now on the run 
Dashing for hole 
Peppered spice 
It’s hot 

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close within
a vegetable-
Cicely will make it sweeter.

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Answer to Heide' Buys

You are correct, it's true, fish no longer have fingers...between Mrs Paul's, and 
me eatting them all fish need artificial limbs...

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Roots and fruits , being the staple of earth 

Succulent varieties , distribute at birth

Bounteous cornucopia , gratitude pleasing

Source of life............. substantial meaning ,

Root of our foundation , fitting self fruitation

We bear the fruit of what we root..........

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Dysfunctional Resolution

if at first you don't
succeed, try to fry an egg --
it feeds your failure.

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It is Good (Part II)

Still, there were no sea creatures, no birds, no land creatures,
And there was neither man nor woman;
Yet, God saw that it was good.				             #11

Since there were no living creatures on the earth, 
God created the great whales and every living thing
With which the water teems.  He also said, "Let birds fly
Above the earth in the open sky," and God saw that it was good
Blessing them saying, "Be fruitful and multiply."
And there were evening and morning- the fifth day.		             #12

Now, on the sixth day, God made the wild animals, the livestock
And everything that creeps along the ground, each according to their kinds,
And though God was not finished, He saw that it was good.	             #13
Then God said, "Let us make man in our image and in our likeness 
And let them rule... over all the earth."  So God created man in His own image.
In the image of God He created him; male and female he created them.           #14

From the dust of the ground He formed man and breathed into his nostrils
The breath of life, and the man became a living soul.  	                                  #15

Later, causing a deep sleep to fall upon the man, God took out one of the man's 
Ribs and closed up the place with flesh.  Then with the rib, the Lord God made a 
Woman and brought her to the man.                                                                           #16

 He blessed them saying,	
"Be fruitful and multiply.  Replenish the earht and subdue it.  Have dominion over 
the fish...  the fowl...  and every living thing that moves upon the ground."           #17

He also gave them every green plant for food, and it was so.                                #18

Then God saw all that He had made, 			
And behold, it was very good.				             #19

So, He rested on the seventh day because He had finished the work He had 
been doing.	                                                                                                  #20

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Bluebird Singing

There are no messages,
There are always messages.
Look around you,
What do you see?

A blue bird,
Singing in a tree.
So happy, as happy,
As he can be.

He struggles each day,
To find food for himself,
No time to play,
No cans on the shelf.

How can he be so happy,
With the struggles of life?
He jumps around sprightly,
Looking for a wife.

His song is so beautiful,
Though there are no words.
As if his food were plentiful,
His song is for other birds.

Springtime is coming,
I’m sure he is saying.
Enough of this winter,
Time to start playing.

So when there is no message,
Look around to find,
A bluebird singing,
Maybe in the pine.

Talking with you this morning,
Inspired this little poem,
No more time for mourning,
Lets go beat the drum.

Let everyone know you’re happy,
Let everyone see you smile.
Let everyone know you’re ready,
To go that extra mile.

Bluebird singing,
His happy song,
I am sure he is saying,
It’s here where you belong.

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Catch of the Day...

Stealthy dip into the green
the pool limp liquid to be seen
straight down view from dappled shade
the catfish lazy, bubble breath laid
The jungle thick with consequence
mud sunk prints as evidence
Jaguar spots slip through the trees
whiskers twitching in the breeze
Quiet creeping toward the pool
belly grumble, will for food
Bubble from the breath below
and suddenly it's: go, go, go!
The pounce begins, 
the mud comes clean
off paws too cute
to be called mean
Water splashed into the air
glass exploding, moment bare
The jaguar neither stops nor lingers
He's off to enjoy a fresh fish dinner... 

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Fuel and food for thee & me
To Noah a sign of life
And others ,a symbol to end strife-
A pictorial arbor emblem
To encompass God's kingdom

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A Change Is Needed

Vegetarian I shall be,
carrots, cabbage, and tea.
Beets I have heard,
are natures cure,
and pickle juice,
keeps your blood pure.
Grapes make you glow,
prunes make you go,
and strawberries, 
I love them so.
A little wine,
before you close your eyes,
keeps you limber,
helps arthritis.
I have made my mind up,
my body screams help,
a change is needed,
can't hook my belt.

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It's amazing to know that an apple tree comes from a seed.
Mother Nature is a wonderous thing indeed.
As it bears fruit, it only needs water and sunlight.
It's amazing that a single seed produces a tree that grows to such an amazing 

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No more nature!!

(This is a fictional poem)

My cousin and I went camping one weekend during the summer.
We thought it would be fun but it was a bummer.
I forgot to bring toilet paper so I had to use pinecones and it really hurt.
Our tents had no bottoms in them so we had to sleep in the dirt.
When my cousin was taking a dump, a bear bit off a big chunk of his butt.
I asked him if he was having a good time and he kicked me in the nuts.
When we decided to leave, we had to take a taxi because my car wouldn't start.
We had eaten nothing but beans and the taxi driver kicked us out because he 
couldn't stand our farts.
We wanted to experience some nature because we thought it would make us 
tougher men.
We had to walk all the way home and we swore never to go camping again.

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Warm Key Lime Pie
Sitting on the lemon-green windowsill.
Snaking scents of bittersweet sugar
Ascending in the air and traveling
West, forced by the bursts of wind
From the salty green sea to the east.

I stood on my porch with a lime
In my right hand,
Florida on my mind.

To my right, the ocean waves
Slapped the shore
With electric resonance.

Ocean water, green like the lime in my hand,
Just as bumpy,
Just as flowing.

The salt in the air mingled
With the sweet of the pie
Above my head,
Keeping me tied in a bind
With Florida on my mind.

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Picking Blackberries

The Blackberries in Quincy
Are almost ready to pick
My annual event on 
Making myself sick

You drive for hours
Knowing it's going to take
High hopes of canning
And pies to bake

Wrestling through bushes
For hours on end
One for the bucket
Two for the mouth over again

Fingers are sore
From the thorns along the vine
A full days work shows
An empty pail, full stomach, but all mine

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deep freeze

the crunching of frozen leaves
loud at each carefully mistimed step
tells the occasional small sentinels
birds squirrels and small creatures 
a larger being is coming through
their alarm filters through ahead
novice woodsmen use bare ground
disturbing less birds alarming more prey
the cold penetrates the wooly layers
sinking into rib bones and upper thighs
his eyelids squint to cover the sockets
as he breathes warmth into his body
spreading it slowly and deliberately in
concentrated effortless habit
he's older now and can't take a stand
for as long as he used to
glasses are needed  to aim properly
but where to look is ingrained skill
he has cut right on his rising scent 
as he climbs the hardwood hillside
wondering if  bigger bucks are left handed
most circle right and he's a meat hunter
a glimpse of white stops all his movement
together they are frozen in time