Best Speedwell Poems
AT ONE WITH NATURE
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The sun shines, brightly lights my day. My garden verdant many hues of green. Greater speedwell, resilient, blooms no matter the season. Late spring, early summer it explodes. Late Jack Frost, it copes beyond my imagination. A host to many invertebrates sadly made conspicuous by their absence. All misguided by a warming sun. The jet stream meanders too far south making for freezing nights. Most flora copes albeit momentarily set back, however,
most insects' don't survive. The daytime warmth encourages insect eggs', pupae, to hatch, doomed, instincts confounded.
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a garden
one word... paradise
once our world
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The day moves on, observed bird life failing, softbills take seed to feed their young. They are faced with a catch twenty-two situation. Feed themselves or feed their young. Aphids on the day abundant, some well sheltered will, and do survive the relentless nights. False security for others, how many would it take to keep a blackbird alive
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gardens'
where one can cultivate
a love for nature
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Sun still shining yet the wind chill felt. Summer, I think what
are you doing, but realisation sets in, it is not nature faulting it's us humans treating it as though it is a garbage bin. I know I do, and, maybe you do too. That is to help nature as we always have, sadly we are just a few. We try our best to draw attention to the devastation world pollution is creating. To much time spent by governments debating, if at all? Cos I reckon for centuries they have been faking. Take a good look at your garden where are all the pollinators, Thanks to winds, well at least for some, for no doubt there is flora that will succumb.
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one heart
a garden to cultivate
truelove
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My day in my garden nearly done. Koi carp fed, some photography done, Garden sorted, grass cut, hedge begging to be clipped. I look agreeing, but it will keep till the morrow, come what may. Check the feeders, all is fine. Time now for a cuppa, to sit with my beloved, make sure she's comfy and make her smile, for sadly she been poorly for some time.
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at one with nature
how a garden should be
a passion nurtured
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groundsel
forget-me not
my pretty spurge
mere fools parsley
sowing thistles
a
dead nettle
leaving such
bitter cress
a scentless mayweed
in a field of pansy
O scarlet pimpernel
a dan-de-iion
black
as nightshade
a common poppy
speedwell
my wild radish my fat hen
penny crest
in a sheperd's
purse
mallards... a pair
koi carp can't compete... duck feet
strang orange shapes
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sunshine... summertime
fickle spring... climate changing
muted cuckoos
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Jenny wren... begging
let summer have its way
seasons confound spring
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first orange tip
fluttered by... seeking partners
tortoiseshell denied
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sloe... blackthorn blossoms
cover branches... bumper crop
sloe gin... matures
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the rose of love... red
a plantation... perfumed peace
goodwill offerings
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small cabbage white...
large cabbage white... survivors
man persecutes all
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badger road kills... lies...
badger baiting kill... no thought
chucked onto roads
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the gardening
red squirrels... setting acorns
galleons can thank
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a twinkle... a star
no... the magic in your eyes
casting true love spells
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the smell of cut grass
tossed... laid out to dry... fodder
winter sustenance
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the wolf calls... howling...
you will not hear one cry
only man cries wolf
saffron... stamens
a tasty orange surprise
sunshine on a plate
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why do we cut grass
clip our hedges... keep them neat
habitat destroyed
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a speckled wood
dappled shadows dancing
no... a butterfly
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kew gardens... flora
dandelions... speedwell... moss...
natures eye candy
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leaf cutter bees
slugs... snails... caterpillars...
unpaid gardeners
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tulips fading... done
bluebells charming... chiming on
grateful are the bees
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koi carp now feeding
mallard ducks most welcomed
a pond to ponder
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pond skaters... a joy...
blackbird bathing... pigeon drinks
hark... a dusk solo
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darkness enhanced
glowworms... fireflies... fairies
natural raves... fun
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dive into the depths
swim with dolphin... surf the waves
sunset calling time
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kelp forest... waves...
syncronised perfection...
fry sanctuary...
Sticthchwort,speedwell,celandine
Sprinkled in the dew
Jostle in the rain,with feverfew-
Cowslips ,delicate as lace
Evidence God's grace
haiku
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a fledgeling starling
came to the pond to quench thirst
a koi carp jumped
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no butterflies
a white tailed bumblebee queen
mint moths abundant
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hen blackbird
feeding newly hatched chicks
wasps succumbed to rain
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flower fly hovers
over greater speedwell
forget-me-not blooms
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midges chance their luck
my white lilac turned to seed
bird cherries ripen
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on my garden bench
recording observations
shirt off sunbathing
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moss once roof attached
lay scattered on the footpath
spring storm has its way
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a little cracker
a joy... birds shelling peanuts
the squirrels' hoard them
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senryu
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Trump feeds the birds
then shoots or traps them... frugal
no a wicked man
The Heavens Shine God’s Glory
From the glory of God shines life-giving light.
Absorbed by the strong and the weak.
And His golden glow warms from above,
Providing nourishment each life must seek.
Speedwell thrives, as does each yellow rose,
Because of the creator's wise designs.
And the sun shines down to rejuvenate
Living things as it has all through times.
From the heavens above, each cloud smiles,
The sun rays pass through, shining down.
And the yellow rose with its golden sheen
Bears a thorny, beautiful crown.
And so it is each day begins here upon the earth.
God above welcomes the living, giving each day new birth.
Pink joy sweet smell,
Love in a nutshell
Adorable, Ezzelle.
Fortune upon us fell.
We sang lullabies, noel.
“The Farmer in the Dell”
Your fears, we did dispel.
Harvested flowers: speedwell.
Time toddled, picking bluebell.
Curiosity played in the stairwell.
Your hurts we cared for well.
School days propel.
Bosoms swell.
Rebellions quell.
Cheers yell.
Amid noble dreams, you dwell.
College! Farewell.
Time will tell.
Choose well wedding bell.
Let God within you dwell.
Love living; live well.
Grow strong, pink pastel.
Mother loves you, my sweet belle.
© May 30, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Still waters rage from the depths of hell.
The fiery furnaces’ forces propel.
No longer shall earth see speedwell or bluebell.
The cleansing fire has begun its deadly smell.
God’s created earth now feels its decadence.
Evil “ate” souls because men remained entranced.
Loosing self-restraint forced choosing right askance.
Strength and righteousness have lost their stance.
Azure dreams heap memories upon the seas.
White foam salts man’s wounds; usurped powers seize.
Disguised deceit winks on submerged marquees.
Lost freedom divides, crashes, burning jetties.
Unsuspecting factions can barely believe
How quickly schemes conceived deceive faith…naïve.
Smokey clouds hover as righteous ways leave.
The eye of God watches the faithless bereave.
Prophecies and signs help the faithful endure.
The earth rips asunder from places obscure.
The cleansing fire shall a paradise procure.
Freed by God’s begotten son, our Savior.
Written for Paula Swanson’s Contest – Blind Faith
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
May 22, 2010
Poetic form: Quatrain