Borage Poems - Poems about Borage

... 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 ne......

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...The electric daffodils have dimmed now Orange tulips back their guest arrival, mechanical stem's,how they glisten The arcane Robina tree is stet no leaves this spring Autumn is a long way off B......

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...Rattling like Skittle packets in my hand, seeds so miniscule will become so grand. Bull's Blood Beets and Brandywine Tomato begin the extensive garden rainbow. Scarlet Nantes Carrots hide in ......

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...From cosmic source, creative force. A solar blaze brings summer days. Garden scene: red, blue and green. Fragrant air from floral flare. Bees forage in blue borage, Seeking sugar, sipping necta......

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...an orange is an orange it says what it is but i'm being led on by blinder covered eyes trying to catch my own kind of orange i'm not a rib cage showing future smelling of glue ......

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...To mill pond at dawn's new day rippling sunbeams over the calm surface play freely amongst the stately swans gliding there in contented pairings, turning sees' a hare and leveret munching on bo......

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...Grow garden wild and free neat and tidy rows do not define thee. Borage and cornflowers feed my bees while butterflies rest in the parsley. Catnip for my feline friends next to my basil and thym......

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...How delightful is the softest sound of a clear and starry summer's night, You may hear a moth bashing up against a cottage window pane near a lamp, If you listen really hard you can hear him amongst ......

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...you need a place on matter race just in case have to put it away this is where it stay in room not borage call STORAGE......

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...Country Squire that owns this estate Surrounding land and many lakes No longer comes on scheduled time In the village he mostly awaits On his white steed he often climbs To the estate he comes......

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...In this place I passed today Were the many faces unknown to me From the corner of my eye I spied A man of strangest seemingly so out of place He walked with his head drawn down as though he mea......

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