Best Burdock Poems

...I have the rhythm of a winding road
how do I consign myself to being confined
rows of poplar pillars prop
the rendezvous canopy beneath we meet
—I self-cajole on ooh-la-la afternoon 

yellow ey......

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...When I was a lass, we didn’t have much
Funny how we liked it though, just as such
We played in the street with a whip and top
In the school playground on a hopscotch we’d hop

Streets were quiet......

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...Oh, Burdock! Let me see spring's fuchsia
Against sapphire skies touched with clouds bistre
Let ivory raindrops flow from clouds lackluster
To nurture emerald hallelujahs 

Let thy fuchsia sl......

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...I make this detection
upon introspection
of the woodblock inside me named soul
I'm sightless to beauty
on par with a cootie
or, moreover, an underground mole

I distinguish not burdock
from daisy nor......

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...The old faith healer carefully got things ready.
She had spring water collected from the source
that had been taken at the night of the new moon.
Some special herbs also gathered by moonlight.

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...Deep in a silva of the Emerald Isle there hides a peculiar coppice,
Shaped in a spiral labyrinth which is seen only on the summer solstice. 

As the sun rises to its highest of tides and the day o......

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...Even before the arrival of the first snows, so brilliantly candid, 
we climbed mounts less dangerous than the Alps's;
and we proudly chalked it up to our experience.
Now the snowy cliffs with bouf......

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                                                      Shasta Daisy white
                                              Yellow face to light teardrop
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...Dockworkers on strike, the ocean gray
and choppy. Wind whips the rigging 
of a sailing ship with its weathered hag – 
figurehead once lovely in a gentler
age. What Time weaves of us. A line 

f......

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...Mabel Vera Cone

1893-1911

No one knew I existed.

No one knew I died.

No one, not even my family,

Knew I lived in the back,

Out back, way behind the small white house

On shady Can......

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...THE PRINCESS AND THE SWAN

As the storm raged, there were several knocks on the door,
She stood the completely drenched, from her head down to the floor.
This stunning princess was looking for so......

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...Blowball and cankerwort,
words born from a common tongue.
English is most practical
when it is rustic and colloquial.
Lions tooth, priests crown,
moles salad and pee-a-bed.

‘Swine snout’ snor......

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...Pocket Money.
.
Pocket money
Was a way of shutting us pesky kids up
At least for the rest of the week
If Mum and Dad
Had the luck
.
Fifty pence
Was quickly spent
Out of one hand into anothe......

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...New life will come in Spring
Nature always wins
He can fake anything
She holds on to life in Winter
Let's go in Summer
Who would be interested
In such a meaningless thing.......

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...Aylesbury duck in port
Currant jelly sauce
Bucks bread with beef dripping spread
Then cherry bumpers;
Dandelion and
Burdock brew
Whew!......

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