Burdock Poems - Poems about Burdock

...Strangeness Seeing the play of the book I hadn't read Ocean at the End of the Lane I've read no Neil Gaiman (though when I was 19 my then boyfriend went to a book signing and said I'd bought the......Read the rest...

...I love having pointless conversations Pointless and boring to the wrong ears But a captivating landscape of possibility to the right ones Me and my friends talked about a clock on a stick for abou......Read the rest...

...Draft I bought you a sun hat Taught you to make daisy chains in the sun A thing you'd taught me But the knowledge had gone You asked about my work As you didn't recall If the place that I ......Read the rest...

...Blow-ball and Cankerwort, words born from a common tongue.? Lions tooth, ? Priests Crown, ? Moles Salad and piss-a-bed.? ? English is most practical ? when it is rustic and colloquial. ‘Swi......Read the rest...

...New life will come in Spring Nature always wins He can fake anything She holds on to life in Winter Let's go in Summer Who would be interested In such a meaningless thing.......Read the rest...

...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’ snor......Read the rest...

...Pocket Money. . Pocket money Was a way of shutting us pesky kids up At least for the rest of the week If Mum and Dad Had the luck . Fifty pence Was quickly spent Out of one hand into anothe......Read the rest...

...Deep in a silva of the Emerald Isle there hides a peculiar coppice, Shaped in a spiral labyrinth which is seen only on the summer solstice. As the sun rises to its highest of tides and the day o......Read the rest...

...THE PRINCESS AND THE SWAN As the storm raged, there were several knocks on the door, She stood the completely drenched, from her head down to the floor. This stunning princess was looking for so......Read the rest...

...Mabel Vera Cone 1893-1911 No one knew I existed. No one knew I died. No one, not even my family, Knew I lived in the back, Out back, way behind the small white house On shady Can......Read the rest...

...Oh, Burdock! Let me see spring's fuchsia Against sapphire skies touched with clouds bistre Let ivory raindrops flow from clouds lackluster To nurture emerald hallelujahs Let thy fuchsia sl......Read the rest...

...The old faith healer carefully got things ready. She had spring water collected from the source that had been taken at the night of the new moon. Some special herbs also gathered by moonlight. ......Read the rest...

...I make this detection upon introspection of the woodblock inside me named soul I'm sightless to beauty on par with a cootie or, moreover, an underground mole I distinguish not burdock from daisy nor......Read the rest...

.... Shasta Daisy white Yellow face to light teardrop ......Read the rest...

...Dockworkers on strike, the ocean gray and choppy. Wind whips the rigging of a sailing ship with its weathered hag – figurehead once lovely in a gentler age. What Time weaves of us. A line f......Read the rest...