Best Fertilizes Poems
~Beautiful Dragonflies~
(American 767)
Dragonflies are odonata
they have close large eyes
bigger than the damselflies
Have slender bodies two wings
Variety numerous
they eat other small insects
Attack small fish and tadpoles
eat mosquitos and midges
they live in diverse biotope
Some are found in ponds and swamps
Prefer to live in wetlands
Some live in lakes acidic bogs
Male grasps the head of female
Sperm transfer fertilizes eggs
Some female lays eggs alone
Eggs dropped in aquatic plants
or directly in water
Some larvas stage in ponds marshes
When ready to change into adult
They climb out of the water
Shed skin become dragonfly
Dragonflies are unique insects
Colorful beautiful
Adults can live up to two months
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
February.10.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
~Dragonflies~
(American 767)
Dragonflies are odonata
they have close large eyes
bigger than the damselflies
Have slender bodies two wings
Variety numerous
they eat other small insects
Attack small fish and tadpoles
eat mosquitos and midges
they live in diverse biotope
Some are found in ponds and swamps
Prefer to live in wetlands
Some live in lakes acidic bogs
Male grasps the head of female
Sperm transfer fertilizes eggs
Some female lays eggs alone
Eggs dropped in aquatic plants
or directly in water
Some larvas stage in ponds marshes
When ready to change into adult
They climb out of the water
Shed skin become dragonfly
Dragonflies are unique insects
Colorful beautiful
Adults can live up to two months
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
October.28.2015
~Dragonflies~
(American 767)
Dragonflies are odonata
they have close large eyes
bigger than the damselflies
Have slender bodies two wings
Variety numerous
they eat other small insects
Attack small fish and tadpoles
eat mosquitos and midges
they live in diverse biotope
Some are found in ponds and swamps
Prefer to live in wetlands
Some live in lakes acidic bogs
Male grasps the head of female
Sperm transfer fertilizes eggs
Some female lays eggs alone
Eggs dropped in aquatic plants
or directly in water
Some larvas stage in ponds marshes
When ready to change into adult
They climb out of the water
Shed skin become dragonfly
Dragonflies are unique insects
Colorful beautiful
Adults can live up to two months
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
August.21.2016
~Dragonflies~
(American 767)
Dragonflies are odonata
they have close large eyes
bigger than the damselflies
Have slender bodies two wings
Variety numerous
they eat other small insects
Attack small fish and tadpoles
eat mosquitos and midges
they live in diverse biotope
Some are found in ponds and swamps
Prefer to live in wetlands
Some live in lakes acidic bogs
Male grasps the head of female
Sperm transfer fertilizes eggs
Some female lays eggs alone
Eggs dropped in aquatic plants
or directly in water
Some larvas stage in ponds marshes
When ready to change into adult
They climb out of the water
Shed skin become dragonfly
Dragonflies are unique insects
Colorful beautiful
Adults can live up to two months
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@200
June.05.2016
To move on as thy born nature has been,
Pass on, O Passing Cloud, with all thy blight,
Let every dark despair deliver hope,
Let every cheerless gloom smile as delight.
Come if ye may, unto my dry drab life,
Let rainy days no despair to me give,
Nor strife to me, born who's in sunny land,
I love to see rainbows at sunset eve.
Come, Passing Cloud, teach me to stay afloat,
There’s no joy like soaring high in blue skies,
Come as a rescue boat in stormy sea,
Try, bring back cheers that oft fail to arise.
Remember, Passing Cloud, there’s no failure,
As, to pass on be thy innate nature,
Each failure fertilizes seeds of cure,
As bright dream oft follows a bad nightmare.
Life too is much like thee, O Passing Cloud,
Be it so dark, or bright and silvery,
Every day’s born with a new hope from sun,
All things pass off-- times stormy or breezy.
If what moves on is world, to let go's life,
To stay put, a sure death-defining strife,
Clouds drifting slowly from vanishing sight
Be my moment, eternal that alights.
Do spring showers really bring May flowers
Or does something else make them grow
Is it the snow that seeps through the ground
Renewing and cleansing their toes
Is it the sunshine that sends down it's warmth
To waken the plants as the sleep
Or the dry decay that freshly fertilizes
The soggy soil of spring.
I wonder why I question the showers
As being the reason they grow
Maybe it's the wiggly worms that the water releases
That break up the earth below
Jennifer Marie Oliver
3-28-13
Each crap life takes
Fertilizes the world
Ah! Smell the spring air
Over the Middle Passage of Time
(Apropos of Trials and Triumphs)
In the crypt of the ocean’s deep
Lay ivory bones
Of screaming ebony souls
Drowned in due seasoned journeys
Across middle passage sojourns
Of pilgrim’s progress
Yoking labor in the wrinkles of the earth
From the fresh dawn to the tired dust thereof:
Nothing fertilizes like wet sweat and dried blood.
When the instructive tongues of ancestors
Tap at the door of attentive ears
Spirits scale skyscraper yearnings of home
Parachuting shackles of mind and body
Drifting in earthy fields of rusty ways;
No, the last supper will not be here.
The lit torch illuminates the new summons;
The passage of time forgives but never forgets;
The Supreme Master of the Universe spills His cup
Into the Saucer of which we now sip:
Because of His amazing grace, we shall not
Sup the tainted bastard blue blood of disgrace.
Nature can exist without any sunlight.
The shadow is nurtured by the sustenance
sprouting from the soil in the Garden of Darkness and
from which grows the frondescence that nourishes our Fear.
The garden is dampened by the tears
of those whose shadow’s grip is strong and thriving
beneath the shade of the great ash trees.
Their roots and their branches connect the underworld
with the Gods of the earth, sky, and sea.
And the shadow exists between these planes
where it relies on the fruit fallen from the
Trees of Life and Knowledge that faithfully grow
in the Orchards of Loss
reminding us, with each passing season,
as, once again, the blossoms flourish among the cherry trees,
that immortality exists.
Morning glory withers to give way to impervious vines of insecurity
that wrap tightly around a wrought iron fence
behind which the Unknown fertilizes the seeds of Fear.
A bittersweet aroma rises from a flowerbed adorned with
Violets of Distrust and White Lilies of Lost Hope.
Their scent fills the Garden of Darkness
and reaches the senses of all that venture through.
I found a home
Not of tiled roofs
Or Persian rags
Neither with a pool
Golf course
Nor flowery gardens
I found a home
Not of plasma screens
Wireless networks
Parties and outings
Not of trends and fashions
Neither of social class
As a reason to be
Nor economic status
As a horizon of life
I found a home
Where candles lit my inner life
And not a splash of material wealth
Where birds alarm my sleepy self
And not a bedside clock
Where the cow dungs
Fertilizes my compound
Where a river
Is a source of our water
But it’s a home
That makes me smile
With a piece of cassava
A calabash of porridge
I feel my stomach
With granny and nephews
Siblings and cousins
Uncles and aunties
In a crowded homestead
It’s a paradise for me
I cannot exchange
I found a home
In the dark night time stops to flow,
the still hands of the clock show
how infinite desolate pathos could be
for life wandering in darkness lonely,
sunrise hour the time creator would know.
Clumped silver cloud gleams in astral halo,
moon dust drapes the ground with satin glow,
as God sprouts the stars of hope remotely
in the dark night.
Indomitable faith fertilizes the land fallow,
barren trees soak it in the trunk hollow,
wait for the new sunrise, longing to see
clouds melt, rain washes the green canopy,
as tranquil time creates the bright morrow
in the dark night.
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April 25, 2022
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She’s his student, the intensity has scalded the respect
a damsel full of innocence, displays so intrepid
showing red-hot feminity just at the door of adulthood
she rings the bell of his somatic responses
ten times are his racers, steaming up a dangerous urge
winks her beautiful left eye on an elegant visage
then to his delight,
her half-hidden chested treasures dance
the bra is set free for her glands to beg, in whispering soprano
her infantile navel, fertilizes the growth beneath his pant
his will to say no, confusion demotes
she comes closer to infect more in this temptation
her waist is willing, her lips are flushed
he obeys the request to touch
and his trouser get wet but burns
feeling this softness, his resistance is propagandized
she banks on the finality of his abject defeat
he throws her to one side and disappears from her claws.
Fruit leaves gleam in fringed joy hanging in blue or green.
Blues of azure and cerulean blend in the tropical scenes.
My eyes are in ecstasy; colors are brighter than ever.
Come, let's embark on a walk to savor life's endeavors.
Flowing water fertilizes bees' flowers and vegetation.
It's true that it's all part of life; don't mind the agitation.
As a human soul's thirst for shade meets a silent dream,
It begins in a scrap of a meadow on a flowing stream.
Written: March 24, 2023
Kansas City nightfall
in a rose-petal garden
Take the Easton & George
to the end of the line
He's been put down to slaughter
turned ash till he rose
To take vengeance on the spirit
The darkness that glows
Free dreams may assault you
so cover up your soul
When he finds you in the garden
the future is recalled
Return to Goliath
put your sling upon your arm
Show the glory of the moment
The turns of right and wrong
Cleopatra's in the river
sunlight for the flames
Rain down upon the heavens
the beat beneath the page
Ticonderoga battles dewfall
the blast that forged the seed
That fertilizes feeling
The riches and the reeds
It's a Manmade
evolution revolution
Axles, fractals, tin-can constitution
raining beds of clovers
On a Kansas City wall
I rage at formal poetry with
its Titanic grip on structure
iambic pentameter
syllable counts
measured cadence of rhythm like a song
trademark pauses
I'm on the wrong side of rhymed verse, its ostrich-like curse
Landscape of rules
iron ring of form
hoops to jump through
haystack of needles
I want to slam the door
break the rules
upend expectations
that tie my hands
that bend my pen
that crease my brow
Cavalier wishing
to write free verse
that makes heat possible
in words, unconventional
that litter the page
Wanted:
A wanton muse with a pulse that fertilizes the soil
of a writer's parched self
scriblings of rank sentiment
Poem composed: June 7, 2021