At first I wasn’t even interested in him
Failures in love made my passion dim
But his chocolate charm won me over
His humor disarms like a gift
Like a green four leaf clover
How lucky I am that he loves so freely
Winning me over certainly wasn’t easy
Dipping my toe into red volcano his love
Was dangerously freeing hot and sexy
Soft hard then soft again touches so grand
Lips quivering legs shivering
Melting my inhibition like
Ice in summer’s July
I cherry chant as I gaze in eyes
Soft touches take me high
make me cry
demolition by soft strides
Dandelion Clover Pixie from Dublin Town
Disappeared when the meadow turned brown
She did not reappear until after the snow
March was the time she usually decided to show
She loved the verdant clover and dandelions too
Lying in wait with them, found often in the dew
I never disturbed her, or Iris Guy, her pixie brother
They were protected, said my sainted late mother.
For the nearest five minutes
I am here just to please you
For another thousand seconds
I’ll be there in the queue
Here, there and nowhere
I just wait for you to beckon
I’ll be hurrying up the stairs
I’ll be looking down you reckon
Looking down and all over
Distant hills and fields of grass
At the meadows of wild clover
At forget-me-nots in dust..
Four leaf clover Fiona was a lucky Irish lass
Boys asked her out, but she always took a pass
She had large goals, and wanted to get things done
Having six boy cousins, she knew they were not a lot of fun.
But some boys are truly special, her older sister said.
I am only seventeen, she said, don’t change my mind or head.
There are many years between now and when I go to the other place.
Right now, I can barely keep up with my own self-imposed pace.
Fiona was in clover leaders of the world, and on a robotics team.
She had designed a specialized drone, and a new flying machine.
Fiona was a scientist, a writer, an artist, a woman with an active mind.
She was not on the hunt for a man, difficult to find a similar kind.
You take the high road, I'll take the high road
You ain't gettin' away that easy
I'm on to your tricks, I'm a pretty smart cookie
But some things make me queazy
Like a beautiful woman dressed like a man
On second thought that's kinda kinky
A well tailored suit can look oh so good
If the lady is sexy and slinky
Another strange sight is a man in high heels
Unless his legs are real shapely
But this is certainly quite out of the norm
So you must do it very discretely
Okay I've decided gonna climb outta the box
And live like the world's almost over
When the bomb goes off, last sight you'll see
Me in high heels in the clover
I hope my mother remembers
To think of me
When she sees a girl
Who wants to be free
She’s so perfectly thin
Smiling through the pain
Of stretching her skin
So the goes away
hunger
I hope my mother knows
I did this too
And she sees my hair
That I would rather chew
Than eat a crumb
Of bread or sweets
She might call me dumb
So she
won’t know
I hope my mother remembers
To think of me
On the bathroom floor
I hope she hears my plea
My dying wish
Wasn’t to be beautiful
But was one last dish
No more hunger
Today we give cheers to St. Paddy
Taken from the sea lake, Lochmaddy
He holds close a shamrock
Trinity clover keychain schlock
Never cotton to a baddy, a saintly laddy
by I Am Anaya
A tough lad born and bred in Lochmaddy
Poor Scottish lad became a priestdaddy
He had what it takes
To rid Eire of snakes
Yelling serpents begone, much thanks to St Paddy
by Robert O'Gorelick
I was under a tree.
He told me one thing.
Whisper, whisper.
On that bus.
The four leaf clover.
On the seat next to me.
I found him in the field, field, field…
Yesterday, my mom threw that old pizza away.
She threw away the box.
So I wished for more.
My four leaf clover and I.
There’s not much reason to cry.
But still, I decided to anyway.
Even though the clover will pay.
Bringing the pizza back to the car.
He used to live in a field very far.
We parked in the spot too long this time.
He promises to pay the fine.
I used to read under that tree.
Until a clover said to me.
He told me that there’s nothing better than being plucked from the ground.
So I did, even though there was an ominous sound.
I was under a tree.
Then I picked you.
Talk of an Oasis feud is over,
Brit-pop the corks for the supernova,
fair play to those Burnage boys,
tour dates set to make some noise,
they'll walk in sunshine, champagne and clover.
“Conversation with my eight year old Granddaughter twenty one years ago.
She is still different and I still have the famed four leaf clover” ~~The Poet~~
It’s got extra Grandma, look at this clover.
It’s the only one, I looked over and over.
This one really did stand right out.
Just like you were telling me about.
It’s good to be different, that’s what you say.
It makes it better for me to feel OK.
It makes me feel like I have a magic wand,
When the kids treat me like a real dumb blond.
I am different, even if I cant work out 97 by two.
There are things I can do that they can’t do.
Lets frame this clover sweet Granddaughter,
Oh no Grandma, it will die without water.
You picked it so it will die anyway,
A frame will preserve it longer than a day.
A bee buzzed with love, pure and sunny,
For clover, its sweet, golden honey.
It danced in the breeze,
With remarkable ease,
Declaring, "For you, I'd spend all my money!"
I.
I strolled through a field of clovers
Looking each one of them over
When I found that fourth leaf
All my joy turned to grief
When my prize was snatched by a gopher.
II.
Last night as I left the bar
A leprechaun stood by my car
He offered to drive
So I’d get home alive
And now I don’t know where we are.
Your kiss is a love letter to my heart
In bliss receiving with open arms
The purple pen you use rights all wrongs
Connecting me to you in a soulful song
Why is it we struggle within love
Embraces double like winged dove
We find a feud to be a tarp
In an hour or two making love like art
If we can find us over vanity
See green four leaf clover of sanity
Rainbow brushes beneath the waist
Passion gushes like water from lake
Not defined by lowest denomination
Black love in prime a tribal celebration.
11/24/23 Kandle Karen Jones
You who are running for cover
Caesar is coming to Dover!
You shall the much feared experience
And what you need is resilience…
During war be less a lover
And Sex tell “For now, you’re over.”
You keep moving to the war front,
Where really we True Life confront
Peace time, one dream to be diver
While seas are far, close a river.
To Seriousness almost “Never!”
What does one do in clover?
Sometimes, tries the aimless rover:
Like helicopters we hover
An d when problem strike “Jehovah!”
In the morning
on the grass
pretty,
colorful,
fragrant flowers
I don't give on eye light
Three-leaf clover: happiness: grow enough
in all affairs
cross the fence in search of
four-leaf clover: luck in happiness,
life passes
Darkness pushes back like waves
time to quiet down around me
give up and sit down
putting my knees up
supporting my chin with both hands
my eyes look down
the four-leaf clover:
the unhappiness of happiness
hiding under the my toes
To let me learn happiness
four-leaf clover was
on the spot.
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