It’s time to water the cocker spaniels
and while you’re at it the flowering annuals
Before the heat of day holds sway
as we’re undone by the midday Sun
Days, months and years to all are special,
Because the rate of occurrences are spatial,
A deliberate art of super human,
To propel celebration of event and man,
Even those that are tragically comic.
We hold high birthdays for they are annual crops,
Centurys' first day is sold in a rare kiosk ain't shops,
A new day in a decade is ten years,
Is 1992 calender not as same as 2020 and coming years?
That is also the beauty of leap days.
While some celebrate as...
God and geographers bring mine not like ass,
For I was bore, once in four annuals,
A deep day to find in several biannuals,
As unique as a unicorn.
My birthday, like a sanctuary,
Privileged, get it not a mortuary,
We are those born on February 29th,
Count in fours from 1804 to 2020th,
Should we not celebrate a unique year?
Move in the Dark with animal Stamina
Annuals Be Jamming Ya,
More on the most HIgh
More Diatribe about the mote
In the minds eye
Far as my eye can see
So far they spying me
So Far the ing commotion
Bust the cone enough
Frequently adjusted
You needed me
And we needed Us
For the treatment of our animal Lust
Maybe we can still hide in silence
Maybe beside the Violins
Right beside the violins
Right beside Mariachi
Right inside where you taught me
She a ing meastra
Im a ing maestro
I'm continuous Hoe
Because she said so she into us
Because she said she let go
With a Baby she said so lately
At the BBQ they dont hate cheese
At the table the pass the gravy
On the go I got 666 calls
About how yall wanna talk about it
I took 666 msgs from yall about how
Yall wanna walk around with it
Its not a lie it the bizzness
We hit the ground with it
You know what
Your getting into with it
Were get in right here where
Your ears can listen
I need plant therapy
begin planting mid May
annuals are brighter and prettier
but I usually plant perennials
because they reappear each year
the red geraniums are nodding to me
a gorgeous hydrangea gives me a nod
better have some Miracle Grow
I do not quite fill up my trunk
So I come back and get three more plants
the cashier smiles at me; she knows me well
Bet I’ll see you two more times today, she says
She is not wrong
persnickety aunts probably authored private annuals
providing all plebes and prospects a polite answer
allowing provocative avid public a peek
at potential artistic playgrounds amid positive attitudes
plentiful alluring prancing and allegiance provided
amid persnickety aunts pleasing astronomical prospects
allegedly pleasant as polite aunties possibly assent
plebes always providing appreciative provocative audience
peering out the kitchen window
you are on your knees working
afore the roses are a border
of smaller annuals
you know their names
intimate knowledge of their needs
hands that care for thee and me
so often i find myself
in this domain where your touch
permeates every aspect of existence
while i see only the beauty in color and form
i am not so devoid of this picture
as not to recognize
the touch of Monet therein
i have been given a moment with a masterpiece
that only i will ever have
one that will forever grace
the gallery in my heart, where are your portraits
where i go when life takes you momentarily away
and i am missing you
1/4/19 Kismet
After winter’s cold dark days
Nature wakes up in different ways,
Colours start to return for all to see
It’s now warm enough to impregnate seeds,
For the annuals to begin their growth
Tubers and roots start to enact their life,
Under the heat of the sun’s invigorating light
Slowly but surely spring then summer comes into sight,
Fostering dreams and hopes so that our future is bright.
*Image of Burst of Bloom by Wildflowers.
Alliterations Advent
Paint the pastures with pink Petunias,
Morning Glories magnify the meadow,
Wondrous wanderers wield Wisterias,
Paint the pastures with pink Petunias,
Hugging Heathers and hilly Hydrangeas,
Glazed gladiolas, gardenias grow,
Paint the pastures with pink Petunias,
Morning Glories magnify the meadow.
2022 January 27
*2nd Place*
Triolet Poetry Contest 160 Words Or Less
~~Caren Krutsinger: Judged 2022 March 08
*Image of Winners of Connecting by Pixabay
Close Encounters of the Best Kind
Anon celebrations plumb us adjusts,
preceding months were more compatible,
familial presence friends superfluous,
plain chat wheedles a bit less fragmental,
pooled consciousness markup valuable,
fruitful homily affect harmony,
ripes present blooms extended courtesy,
besieged turkey banquet crowds Christmas trees,
stanch observance occasions normalcy,
camaraderie and oneness appease.
Tis the choice of annuals hails bonus,
each control themselves appropriately,
contrasts ne'er build or they'd be a Jonas,
dovetail twirls a sensitive filigree,
our kindred tree naught a Genesis tree,
naught muddled rundowns so microscopic,
yarns curled scripts that were kaleidoscopic,
ensnared eyes courteous ears learn the spiels,
showpiece manifest substantive topic,
closing in prayer banks where heaven deals.
2021 November 03
Whirling and tripping of clouds stilted
From polar-late to polar-early brimmed
Made travellers frowned with positive effects
And less frightening bodies but ghost;
And chasing cheers cheerfully to the roamers
Stern and becoming handy to paddle soil
Some sandy,loamy though ours is clay.
Planting darling grasses:each treads space another
With the sequence serenity serves by
Neither a weed wilderness from watching over by
And nor popping them out of the calmly weather
Builders and Carpenters expelled from the landscape with chemicals;
Brothers annuals weeds,while others
Crowd-less with biennials and off to perennials.
Loving still bounds till the lights comes
Yearly invites phantom to edge the elders
Sun rays coying clouds after miles
Before perennials upon to worth the sides
And later, pregnant tomb and stuffy,and radiance.
My eye is quickly seized by a gorgeous glimmer of purple; I walk over to take a better look. The renegade petunias have arrived to announce the imminent arrival of summer. They are supposed to be annuals, but no one has told them, so here they are, magically showing summer the way.
purple petunia
vibrant and beautiful
spring into summer
Sweet 16, Sealed in Wax
Nothing compares, can't hold a candle,
To our togetherness in love,
Hand in hand we share our "One-dle",
As a ship in harbor, we nestle in our cove!
Nothing's like sweet sixteen,
Enamored , married & matched to Barbara,
"Aishes Chayil" humble yet royal queen,
She has "tzniusly" survived Chaim's parabola!
16 annuals as one, traditionally one gifts wax,
Not diamonds nor strings of pearls,
Our companion hood Bananagrams max,
Together, our joy unfurls!
Also known as Blooma Yehudis,
"Blossom of Thankfulness" is her label,
Such crocus lotus presence is greater than Buddha's,
Barbara's loyal! Her love sturdy as a cable!
Sweet 16 flies by like an arrow,
Bezrat Hashem, we'll be together for many more,
This verse is composed in Chaim's marrow,
There's affection aplenty yet in store!
Barbara's put up with O.C.D. plus Ataxia,
How? Chaim in gratitude, quietly thunders & wonders,
Worse than raining "Cats & Dogs", worse than "Hailing Taxis",
Barbara patiently endures Chaim's blatant blunders!
Try leave behind "Book Of The Week"
And head upstairs where floorboards creak.
Where people tilt their heads to look
At every spine on every book.
Where murderers and secret lovers
Plot and scheme between the covers.
Where transport from another age
Transports you to another page.
Where old detective books reside
Each with their price pencilled inside.
Where books based on geometry
Share space with trigonometry.
Where childhood annuals stand in line
With memories of a simpler time.
Where silent thoughts pervade the air
And words speak volumes everywhere.
Marigolds are supposed to reseed themselves
And so they do, as do roses and other perennials
Weeds of course are notorious for reseeding themselves
I have renegade trees all over my yard too, with red berries.
No idea what they are called.
Mums go to seed, and I never know if they will come back or not.
Some have come back, others have never come back.
Some people rake away the chaff from autumn
I never do, optimistic that some of my plants will reseed themselves
I am the only person I know who sometimes sees annuals come up the next year
I attribute this to hope, optimism, and love.
The garden lies dormant all winter, dreaming wet dreams, visualizing March and April's growth, keeping the perennials close to her chest, warming their bulbs.
Anticipating the new annuals the gardener will bring to her. Geraniums, lilies and tulips, only a few of her favorite. Smiles in her slumber as she thinks of the lilacs and daffodils who will lead the way to spring.
gardens displeasure
her geranium madness
alarming lilies
gardens redundant
dependent and cyclical
glowing in springtime
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