Timmy was distraught, he thought that he was late for school
He’d lost his phone, so of the time, he had no clue at all
Teacher stooped and when she stood, she held a dandelion
There’s other things than watches, clocks and phones you can rely on
The weed was past it’s flower and was now a fairy blowball
With this you tell the time or make a wish, but not a phone call
You count each time you blow it and you’ll see what time it is
But if you want to make a wish try blowing it a kiss
Timmy took the weed and said should I be f***ing puffing
Teacher said don’t use that word in future please say ‘chuffing’
Timmy blew the fairy ball just once and it was bare
But he’d left home at eight-fifteen and it’s not far from there
Teacher said that’s just one puff, but did you make a wish
Yes Miss, he said, I wished I knew what chuffing time it is
Categories:
blowball, anxiety, school, time,
Form: Rhyme
Blowball and cankerwort,
words born from a common tongue.
English is most practical
when it is rustic and colloquial.
Lions tooth, priests crown,
moles salad and pee-a-bed.
‘Swine snout’ snorts loud upon the page.
The yarrow-yellow flowers last for hours
then overnight turn to fairy bones.
I recall us both sat upon the grass
blowing unfettered puffs into the wind,
our hair littered with stemmed parasols
the pirouetting flotsam of the airborne.
The French have alternate names,
herbal idioms difficult to spell,
but we savor together taraxacum
for it is a diuretic and wets the tongue,
as do the damply dunked sounds
of sneeze-helicopter's and
the muddy splatter of piggy snozzles.
Lions teeth are its leaf,
mix well with burdock
for a low tea under a shady tree.
Beware of false dandelions
such as cats ears and coltsfoot.
The Chinese, Pu Gong Ying
is the real thing.
After we had covered each other
with dandelion kisses
we made hay the old fashioned way.
Feel free to spell dandelion
the way you would write
a long sunny day.
Categories:
blowball, poetry,
Form: Free verse
A windy and misty dayspring
greets her to an onset
She tense to go about but
dare to put up with
She up for a new journey
Soaring through the blue sky
Exploring unknown dense jungles
Diving ceaseless rivers
Mounting wild hills
Striving all crisis in her way
To arise a new life
If only she is ready
To disband her parent plant
And move out of comfort zone
To be a free blowball
Categories:
blowball, conflict, dream, encouraging, fear,
Form: Verse