Best Ragweed Poems
On the south-western side of the old mission school,
near the corner of First Street, where blackberries grew
a field claimed by youngsters was crosshatched with tracks.
It was riddled by gophers and, nettled with fox-tails
and the children's bare feet had constructed thin trails,
cupping deep paths that were littered with smiles,
deep in the amber of tall weeds and dry grass.
It wasn't too far from the patched wire fence
that hemmed the backyard of my Grandmother's house.
Westerly whirlwinds would rattle the ragweed,
while seeds of the bull-thorns, that prickled our toes,
would spread with the tumbleweeds, now tossed into rows
like last winter's snowmen, worn to the bone
There were traces of honeysuckle mixed with wild rose
from Grandma's old arbor, that loomed in the distance
A rusty old weather vane like a merry-go round
would spin like a top that might never stop
The ivy was overgrown, and a sleepy old hound
would snooze by the clothesline, in shade he had found
But, deep in the field, was a land of our own
A place we called 'Neverland', a loft in this poem
In the yoke of one tree, with the help of our dad
was a fort built of scrap wood, from piles by the shed.
And by hook or by crook, I would take all commands
While my brother's brewed brainstorms, and his black plastic hook,
assigned him the Captain, while I was the crew
of a ramshackle galleon, brought to life from our books
While I dangled in air, from a tired old swing
"Tinker", my name...in this masculine game..
I would push off, while he pulled me, right up to the sky
and into the branches, with leaves in my eyes......
I would fly to the depth's of a steel gray-blue sky
I would grovel, and shovel, to have his approval........
for he was much older, much wiser than me
I would play like a tomboy,.....shove doll-drums away
Such sweet summer days,......while bright splintered rays
of hot summer sun, would spotlight our play.
We would stay until twilight, to watch the sun die
Defying all gravity.......I could see to eternity
Tootsie Pops clung to the tip of our tongues
while the sun of the twilight, dipped over the dunes
and the call of our mother, slipped over the moon
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Categories:
ragweed, childhood, nostalgia, places, western,
Form:
Narrative
Here I lie in your garden of hurt, surrounded by the bitter truth, that you have embedded into this dirt
The loving hands that used to tenderly brush the dirt away, now has no time to till away in this garden that he helped to create
So instead of the beautiful flowers that once resided here, that he loved to touch and smell their fragrant scent, lies nothing but weeds of forgotten days, now that he has something that is meant
See I used to be his happiness, I was his retreat, his serenity, but now I am no longer needed, I am just an annoyance, like a ragweed
So here I lie surrounded by what you used to love, and I crave and need your sustenance, just a little touch
Please won’t you cry for me and just let the tears give me the peace that I seek? I am withering away in this garden of hurt and all that I need is just a little relief
I need to be wanted, to be cared for, like you once did, I need you to show me love and nurture me, you don’t know how much I need this
But instead you chose to destroy the garden of hurt that once meant something to you, with your words of truthfulness that came out like poisonous venom from you
Why don’t you just dig me up and throw me to the side? The way that I feel you did, in my real life
You promised to place roots down in me and you wanted our love to grow, but when it all became too much like work, you decided that you must go
You couldn’t take the time, you couldn’t give me what it was that I needed from you, although what you may not understand is that I wanted nothing, I only wanted you
But that was the one thing that you were unable to give to me, and I understand why because you already had a rose garden, and you didn’t have time for the weeds.
Categories:
ragweed, garden, heartbreak, hurt, miss
Form:
Rhyme
3rd of November
Sleepy day
Ragweed and bitters
Time drips away
Spigot of rum
Rotten limes
In the sink
Missed you again
Newspaper flies
Obits and sports
Lay in the dirt
Dog barks next door
What the hell for?
Cigarettes and coke
Scattered like quail
Across the coffee table
TV is on
CNBC
The news is not good
I missed you again
10 days have gone
Since you left
I can’t get right
This buzz in my head
Adrift and alone
I call on the phone
To a voice I don’t know
Says you’re not all alone
Day turns to night
The “friends” reappear
Another night of whiskey and beer
I hope when I wake
I won’t have missed you again
You are so damn allusive
This life you call dear
Categories:
ragweed, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
At the closest point, Russia and the U.S.
Are less than two miles apart
If an altercation breaks out between them
Using bikes instead of tanks would be smart
Baby robins eat 14 feet of worms a day
Eeew! That's pretty gross to me
If you're a baby robin though you'd be anxious
To slither them down with glee
Cleopatra married two of her brothers
Might have considered it if I had one
George Washington grew marijuana in his garden
A pothead before President he'd become
Q-Tips were originally called “Baby Gays”
For obvious reasons, not a good idea
Tablecloths were originally meant to be towels
To wipe your face after eating tortillas
Cranberries are sorted by bouncing them
Ripe ones can be dribbled like a basketball
Hope their floors are immaculately clean
Else yours truly would be really appalled
Ancient Egyptians slept on pillows of stone
Guess they'd never hear of a Tempur-Pedic
Must have got up in a pretty foul mood
Uttering phrases that weren't too comedic
Did you know Burt Reynolds is a Cherokee
Well Kimosabe, that's a new one on me
A ball of glass bounces higher than a rubber ball
Who owns a ball of glass, that's silly
In our lifetime, we grow 590 miles of hair
Imagine if we never got it cut
We'd need a special valet trailing behind
To make sure in a door it don't get shut
Lightning generates temperatures 5 times hotter
Than those at the surface of the sun
One ragweed plant releases a billion grains of pollen
Allergy sufferers don't think that's fun
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
ragweed, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
drowsy cricket songs
call orange-black wings to rest
on yellow ragweed
hunting with broomsticks
bent coat hangers and cheesecloth
we chase summer dreams
Categories:
ragweed, childhood,
Form:
Senryu
Sneeze repeatedly
Sound echoes through the hollow..
Ragweed now blossoms
Is it a Haiku or Senryu?
Categories:
ragweed, life, nature,
Form:
Haiku
cool damp autumn air
contains much ragweed pollen...
surround sound effects
Ack-chew
Categories:
ragweed, nature, autumn,
Form:
Haiku
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Ragweed cast forth blooms
Pollen floats upon dry air...
Watery eyes, nose
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In honor of Brian Strand's
"Fall Your Choice"
Categories:
ragweed, nature,
Form:
Haiku
So strong a stem, such well-formed flesh
your leafy limbs (though aged) still fresh
among the garden damsels posed
as if you're worthy of the rose!
Your airy blossoms speak with ease
but reek of lustful potpourri;
a dogged, macho dander poured,
the filthy scent that beguiles whores!
Sometimes your tasseled fingertips
might stimulate a young rosehip
a helpless bud in field of weeds
to pollinate among the reeds!
But wisdom tends to bare the thorns
of self-respect and pride reborn!
Perhaps a pair of numerous lips
might fell a lass with Shakespeare's scripts
but commonality gets old
just like the woody of a lad too bold!
But here, you're sordid lies won't sell
your hapless whispers known too well.
I've choked on bitter-weed champagne
no aphrodisiac remains.
A ragweed blister on the tongue
from dalliance when I was young.
Your flower mouth can't steal my breath
because your words have got no depth
you ragged my spirit, gagged my soul
but I am unaffected anymore!
Categories:
ragweed, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
quiet poet sits
on the porch, eyes water, sneeze..
fall's ragweed now blooms
Categories:
ragweed, life, nature,
Form:
Haiku
A field full of lovely black-eyed susans
A patch of ground I must view from afar,
For my allergies flare at the intrusions
My sinuses start burning like fire.
My eyes erupt in uncontrollable tears,
The nasal passages completely plug up,
I feel like my head is about to explode
I’ll have a miserable allergic flare-up.
Ragweed causes a similar reaction
Whenever I am near it, sight unseen,
So, I have learned to avoid these plants
Allergy sufferers will know what I mean!
Written June 17, 2022
Categories:
ragweed, environment, flower, places, sick,
Form:
Light Verse
silver damp moist fog
coats golden rods, green ragweed ...
oleander blooms
Categories:
ragweed, nature,
Form:
Haiku
smoke
on the horizon
forest fire
harvest dust
field in motion
combines
ragweed
in full bloom
allergy
Categories:
ragweed, autumn,
Form:
Haiku
Ambrosia
Ambrosia floral scents emitted from plants
Reveal intentions with a presentation
Of heady fragrances arousing the senses:
Ragweed genus, beautiful and romantic.
Pleasurable moments of imagination
Express countenance in their acceptance
By extending forgiveness for irritation,
Colourful blooms with allergenic pollen.
Weigh in the sea with balmy, breeze made waves,
Silhouetted by mountains in the distance,
Freshens the face with appreciative thoughts
Of love received and returned quickly.
Categories:
ragweed, flower, nature, surreal,
Form:
Verse
At the closest point, Russia and the U.S.
Are less than two miles apart
If an altercation breaks out between them
Using bikes instead of tanks would be smart
Baby robins eat 14 feet of worms a day
Eeew! That's pretty gross to me
If you're a baby robin though you'd be anxious
To slither them down with glee
Cleopatra married two of her brothers
Might have considered it if I had one
George Washington grew marijuana in his garden
A pothead before President he'd become
Q-Tips were originally called “Baby Gays”
For obvious reasons, not a good idea
Tablecloths were originally meant to be towels
To wipe your face after eating tortillas
Cranberries are sorted by bouncing them
Ripe ones can be dribbled like a basketball
Hope their floors are immaculately clean
Else yours truly would really be appalled
Ancient Egyptians slept on pillows of stone
Guess they'd never hear of a Tempur-Pedic
Must have got up in a pretty foul mood
Uttering phrases that weren't too comedic
Did you know Burt Reynolds is a Cherokee
Well Kimosabe, that's a new one on me
A ball of glass bounces higher than a rubber ball
Who owns a ball of glass, that's silly
In our lifetime, we grow 590 miles of hair
Imagine if we never got it cut
We'd need a special valet trailing behind us
To make sure in a door it don't get shut
Lightning generates temperatures 5 times hotter
Than those at the surface of the sun
One ragweed plant releases a billion grains of pollen
Allergy sufferers don't think that's fun
Categories:
ragweed, fun,
Form:
Rhyme