Best Foraging Poems

American Indian, Nightshades, Moonshadows And Howling Wolf

Thirsty for red moon, its sacred beams and eternal pull
howling-out to speak to this dark and blind world, without...

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 I wander far from the coal-tar smog
and buzzing sounds of the city
to a place where I can smell
fresh-cut hay in a tepid breeze.
I stroll...

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Edited to include "creatures of the night"

They wait for shadows
to rush and fill their forest home.
Then ushered in by the hoot of the owl
or the...

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 Look at that sun shining so bright,
I had such a good rest last night,
I do so much, just love this tree,
this is the best...

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Pink and grey walls rise like castle parapets
Reflecting the sunrise in golden hues
I ride along the canyon to the sound of leather
Creaking softly in the...

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A light wind gently rocks our sailboat as
breezes begin to pick up on the sun drenched dock. 
Cable wires rap and tap upon the mast...

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Aquafirs miles away in my mind
 warming with springtime sun
 lapping upon the shores of my memory

 sending involuntary movements to my legs
 moving thoughts...

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His eyes looked worn and full
of a lonely lifeless existence. Lost
in his world, wandering through.

    The heartfelt pains are the
heavy burdens he...

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"Their Queen Pheromones"

Nectar 
attracts 

foraging 
honey bees
with components 
of their 
Queen Pheromones

the butterflies beckon
their inner wasps
to sup on clover
four leafed, beds of velvet
green virgins unseen

herein...

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Magic Beans of Many Colors

In a magical fairyland I reside, 
herons, toucans, rainbow lorikeets, peacock angels,
hummingbirds, ostrich, even a cockatrice
of magnificent colors that harmonize.
They take...

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Smallest of ants could be called a hexaped.

Ants by the millions spew from a subterranean bed.

Cast(s) of thousands work relentlessly to be fed.

Long hours of...

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sparkling  dancing sea waves touch the shore with flowing magic
of cobalt blue filaments that reflect the sky   above
oh  endless the huge...

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No Bread.  Why?
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

Big round dark eyes staring at forgetfulness.
Eating nothingness, feeling helplessness.
Scavenging the streets for morsels finding...

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Out at sea, serene and soothing,
on a sheet of lapis lazuli,
a graceful forward motion,
kissing the coast line,
sailing at high speed,
skimming over the salty waters,
the breeze...

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Winter swirls upon ice crystal skies,
snowflake pirouettes tickle your lashes
as we walk hand in hand, rosy red cheeks
frame a perfect smile, your eyes twinkle
and my...

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