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Oh Dandeions

Oh, do torture me sweet Dandelions Amaze me with your sun like blazing glow Tease the waking bees of early springtime To join you in your yellow scented show Dance among the crab grass and the Jonquils Question the absent beauty of the rose Arise from the stony cracks and thorn beds To fill the air with angels seeking homes They’ll come with their pesticides and shovels Attempting to upstage your springtime act Fail to comprehend your tenacity The root of your existence still intact Oh Dandelions, golden crowns of spring Forever let your golden voices sing ©5/18/2023 Sonnet Poetry Contest Sotto Poet - sponsor

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Sotto Poet

Date: 6/12/2023 11:00:00 AM

This piece is truly remarkable and commands great skill. I extend my warmest congratulations for your well-deserved Win.

Valsa George

Date: 5/26/2023 2:11:00 AM

Beautiful poem on dandelions. Though they flaunt their springtime beauty, people consider them as weeds and will come with their pesticides and shovels to uproot them. I love the concluding lines-"Oh Dandelions, golden crowns of spring Forever let your golden voices sing"

Panagiota Romios

Date: 5/19/2023 8:31:00 AM

Impressed…. Lawless. You should write more of these! Pangie

Paul Willason

Date: 5/18/2023 9:25:00 PM

In awe of your skills John, words so obedient to your command, carrying your praise for the dandelion and what they signify so eloquently.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 5/18/2023 7:14:00 PM

I'm concerned, John. This is an actual sonnet -- only partly 'edgy.' Are you feeling alright? lol... Truly, your wit and wisdom is showing again... :) gw

Ann Peck

Date: 5/18/2023 11:20:00 AM

There's always dandelion tea, John! I do look forward to your witty lines. Love the second stanza!

Lin Lane

Date: 5/18/2023 6:05:00 AM

Some praise the beauty of the rose, it's fragile petals. But I've always thought some of the most beautiful flora were wildflowers, growing where they dare. A well-written Sonnet, John.