Best Marshes Poems
fog covered salt marsh
duck hunters tread cautiously
fiddler crabs scurry
In the mellow marshes
where butter flies abound,
a lot of curious critters here
are running all around.
Some jitter bugs are here with us.
Their music drives us nuts.
The grass hoppers – kung fu friends of theirs -
hop so dang high, they kick everybody’s butts.
Those butter flies that populate the marshes,
they look so pretty flitting in the sun.
But yikes! They are so slippery, it's no wonder
nobody has yet to ever catch one.
There are worms here, kind of creepy, which do no harm.
The inch worm is so tiny, inching his way along.
The ring worm goes in circles. He must get dizzy.
Book worm got hold of a hymnal. Sometimes sings a church song.
Farmer Joe over yonder grew some corn a while back.
Corn stalks us now and corn dogs you might hear
barking at the horse flies, who do NOT horse around.
Horse flies are so large, they give us all some fear!
Bull dogs and dog wood – neither likes the other.
Wood chucks sure do like the dog wood though.
They always try to chuck them. How much would they chuck?
They’d chuck ALL the wood if they could, don’t ya know?
Our wood pecker here sure likes the dog wood too.
He’s a fine example of something bothersome and small.
I forgot to mention the lovely smooth silk worm.
It’s the one worm that’s not creepy – the finest of them all.
Except for the farmer’s plants and creatures, our life is mellow
here where we are lit up by our resident fire fly.
Bull frog croaks his tall tales; he’s so full of bull.
But if he says he’s seen a dragon fly, that one is no lie!
July 7, 2020
N/A in the Butter Flies And Marshes Mellow Poetry Contest
For 'STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (18) ,any form,any theme' Contest
Shadows of the Valley
creatures of the dark pitted dome
scantily clad dryads' hissing drones they rally
without souls—pod like, they roam
throughout forests assiduously marled
awoken from the darkest depth
twigs and branches splayed and snarled
shadows of the valley doyennes adept
distracting sheaves as straws
spewing dirt they bask in
on battered brain gnaws
Taken in is florescent energy
of the soldiers asleep wondering lost
deep in the woods a shadowy synergy
offering oak caskets at any cost
protecting their woodlands and wild
and sacred groves
the lakes are red
the fireweed’s piled
thickened blood broth nauseates
the marshes are fed
man’s liberation it confiscates
deliverance emits rigmaroles confusion
the mind like strobes swirling
they detest the army’s intrusion
Casting a shield of leaves they scatter
to hide thorns on stems
refining unsightly grey matter
hybrid nymphs whittling femes
on the verge of extinction, losing sight
consuming the troops
and extinguishing their light
Set erect are the maiden’s free
planted are the seeds of iron
into the twisting gnarly shadowy tree
chorus ~
Walk through its musky breath
in the shadows of the valley of death
they rape our land
we strap their hands
the now abandoned
I vividly remember my childhood days,
we had a small garden,
in which we grew marsh mallow,
butterflies would sit on them.
Moment I woke up, I would run to them,
to see how many flowers had bloomed
Oh! The exquisite beauty of colourful butterflies sitting on them,
it would give me immense joy.
I would often gently caress them,
smell them, even hug them.
Oh! How much I loved them.
Every time I made a mistake and my parents scolded me,
I would run to them for solace.
I was done accidently, it was done not knowingly,
I would lament to them.
All my joy and happiness,
they would be the first one to hear,
I would share my victories with them,
show them my prizes.
Oh! I did love them.
Butterflies were no longer scared me,
they knew I would not harm them,
They would keep sitting their, while I talked to them,
Their beautiful colour and design was a marvel of nature,
They were the most exquisite of God's creations.
They were a friend of marsh mallows,
so where they of me,
How much I loved to watch them fluttering joyfully.
I would weave stories with my dolls,marsh mallows and butterflies,
I would spend hours playing with them.
When I joined guitar class I would play to them,
they would dance to my tunes,
I would be really amazed then.
They were my best friends forever,
Who would listen patiently,
as i rambled my joys and sorrows...
I felt I could feel their emotions,
As if they could feel my emotions,
They were either happy or sympathizing with me.
One day father brought the news,
we were leaving that house for good.
I was beside myself with sorrow.
What about my marsh mallow?
Who would take care of them?
I can't leave them to die!
They were my best friends!
My soulmates!
Mother tried to console me,
they would soon get another girl,
who would love them the way you did.
"Don't worry dear,
God takes care of everyone here"
With a heavy heart I bade them goodbye,
I sang my last song to them,
with tears in eyes I left them.
I would oft remember them,
Over the years they were forgotten...
Now I tell my children stories about them,
They were wonderful memories,
Memories that still bring joy and happiness to me,
Memories that can never be forgotten.
When I look into your eyes
Butterflies I see
What a wonderful surprise
Butterflies are free
Like the dawning day’s gestation
Warms the willing wistful breast
Rising waves of expectation
Race to meet my fawning best
In the marsh a mellow feeling
Magnifies the morning yeast
Virgin lips are finally sealing
Summer’s supple sumptuous feast
Now the butterflies resplendent
Multiply in dreams of light
Promises to keep are pregnant
With each dizzy new delight
In the mood a marsh bird lingers
Expectations running high
Casually your tiny fingers
Wipe the tears of years gone by.
Submitted to poetry contest, "Butter Flies and Marshes Mellow Poetry Contest." Date judged: July 16, 2020
I dreamt I was a butterfly
Dressed up in pink and white
I flew over a field of marshes mellow
And sprinkled clouds of white
Enchanting them into butterflies.
A field of butterflies we were
Of pretty pink and white
Till the sun came out and ran about
Melting us back to marshes mellow.
I woke up with a flying start
And caught a glimpse of my candy jar
I opened the lid, and out came a wrapper with butterflies
I unwrapped the butterflies and found a marsh mellow.