sweet is the nectar
chosen you are a flower
milkweed and aster
~
favorite blossom
preference "bee" popular
pollinated plants
~
borage bee come in
inside me lick access my
nectar juices source
~
daisies water me
my patient honey bee year
round my coneflower
~
provide juice for me
ahh! the butterfly and bee
my Blackeye Susan
~
sweet is your nectar
I love beyond your juices
I suck flavor juice
~
preference blossom
chosen you are a flower
milkweed and aster
9/26/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
Categories:
blackeye, analogy, appreciation, butterfly, insect,
Form: Haiku
a brood lumbers in the fold of an oak - slumbering
while mary go round and round - catching the affections of her father
under my bed - blooms are enchanted to leave
and a hidden mole peaks from pink lace like a blackeye susan emerging from a field of golden hairs on the hills and valleys below your waste - dew
passion and tenderness, a peter and cupid caress - springs forth bunnies and children
there innocense - now frolics from a twinkle in their parent's eyes
like laundry hung out to dry - the warmth of spring and pastels of her petals subdues children to huddle, enfolded in her downy comforter
by
Martin Braun
3/19/2020
Categories:
blackeye, animal, child, cool,
Form: Monoku
Stock-still in gold dawn light while many sleep,
perched, scanning, on abandoned termite heap.
Expectant, skin tingles as in cold breeze
contrasting with the stillness of the trees.
The tracking beeper focuses our minds
as aerial picks target from behind.
Cheetah ten yards away now caught off guard
upwind of us, head cocked and staring hard.
Long looks exchanged,unspoken things are passed
and finally, spell broken, goes at last.
Reeling, those breathless minutes went so fast.
A memory of my time in Namibia, 2009, and the above
photo was taken by me. We nicknamed him 'Blackeye'. No fence between us. Awesome.
13th January 2016
For contest 'Spectacular Acrostic', by John Hamilton
Categories:
blackeye, animal,
Form: Acrostic
I Drew A Puppy and A Rose
Then I Sat Back… and I Cried
It bought back such Memories
‘afore my Grandma Died…
A Golden Puppy and Red Rose…
and Me, in Grandma’s Garden
a-Playing and a-Growing
and all the Ruckus, She’d Pardon
Sometimes, She’d take me by the Hand
And We’d Walk between the Rows
… of Onions and Potatoes, Greenbeans
Blackeye-Peas and Tomatoes
She had a Pecan and a Peach Tree
And I had a Slide, and See-Saw – Swing
And I’d hold that Puppy in my Lap
And the Sunshine gave me Wings !...
Then, I’d make some Mud-Pies
And tried to brush the Puppy’s Teeth
But, Instead of getting Spanked
The Folks just Laughed at Me…
And, Oh, the Flowers in the Front Yard
And on the Porch – all the Pretty Roses
We’d Poke our Faces, Real Close
To get the Perfume in our Noses…
God… I Loved that Puppy
And Lord… I Love my Grandma
… and I Love You and Your Son
… for Memories and Teardrops, at What I Draw…
Categories:
blackeye, animals, childhood, daughter, death,
Form: Light Verse