Best Borage Poems

Rattling like Skittle packets in my hand,
seeds so miniscule will become so grand.

Bull's Blood Beets and Brandywine Tomato
begin the extensive garden rainbow.

Scarlet Nantes Carrots hide in the earth,
while Cronus Pumpkins expand showy girth.

Honeygold Corn boasts a barbecue treat.
Sweet Banana Peppers reach for the heat.

Green abounds...

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To mill pond at dawn's new day

rippling sunbeams over the calm surface play
freely amongst the stately swans gliding there
in contented pairings, turning sees' a hare
and leveret munching on borage and honeycombs
breakfasting, as a polluted tributory stream foams
with poisonous effluence five hundred yards away

to mill pond...

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Grow garden
wild and free
neat and tidy rows
do not define thee.
Borage and cornflowers
feed my bees 
while butterflies 
rest in the parsley.  
Catnip for my feline friends 
next to my basil and thyme 
Ignore the weeds 
if you please
I think my garden is sublime


for the My...

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How delightful is the softest sound of a clear and starry summer's night,
You may hear a moth bashing up against a cottage window pane near a lamp,
If you listen really hard you can hear him amongst the many garden leaves,
A boom as the soaring cockchafer...

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In this place I passed today
Were the many faces unknown to me
From the corner of my eye I spied 
A man of strangest seemingly so out of place 
He walked with his head drawn down as though he meagerly disgraced 
Out of smiles sternly wearing...

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Country Squire that owns this estate
Surrounding land and many lakes
No longer comes on scheduled time
In the village he mostly awaits

On his white steed he often climbs
To the estate he comes anytime
Brings a lady by his carriage
Wants a soulmate's love that's sublime

On estate he has advantage
Where...

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The electric daffodils have dimmed now
Orange tulips back their guest arrival,
mechanical stem's,how they glisten
The arcane Robina tree is stet
no leaves this spring
Autumn is a long way off
Borage fills in the gaps
from corner to corner
they cover the ground
The dead eyed roses 
grasp for sunlight
like mad mayhem
they...

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From cosmic source, creative force.
A solar blaze brings summer days. 
Garden scene: red, blue and green.
Fragrant air from floral flare.
Bees forage in blue borage,
Seeking sugar, sipping nectar,
Spreading wider, pollen powder.
Birds singing, sweet rejoicing.
Gentle breeze, a balm to ease.
Soon sun sets low, end of show. ...

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 sweet is the nectar 
chosen you are a flower
 milkweed and aster
~
 favorite blossom
 preference "bee" popular 
pollinated plants
~
borage bee come in
 inside me lick access my
 nectar juices source
~
daisies water me
my patient honey bee year
round my coneflower
~
provide juice for me
ahh! the butterfly and...

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you need a place
on matter race
just in case
have to put it away
this is where it stay
in room
not borage
call
STORAGE...

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an orange is an
orange it says
what it is
but i'm being
led on by
blinder covered
eyes trying to
catch my own 
kind of

orange

i'm not a 
rib cage 
showing future 
smelling
of glue
horse
or
a borage leaf
long earred

mule

nor an donkey
correctly
i am an
ass
but
still only trying
to catch that
which dangles
before

me

though not
knowing if 
i go around
in circles...

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