red clay muddy creek
crab grass eating brown bare feet
willow launches dreams
Categories:
crab grass, poetry,
Form: Haiku
Oh, do torture me sweet Dandelions
Amaze me with your sun like blazing glow
Tease the waking bees of early springtime
To join you in your yellow scented show
Dance among the crab grass and the Jonquils
Question the absent beauty of the rose
Arise from the stony cracks and thorn beds
To fill the air with angels seeking homes
They’ll come with their pesticides and shovels
Attempting to upstage your springtime act
Fail to comprehend your tenacity
The root of your existence still intact
Oh Dandelions, golden crowns of spring
Forever let your golden voices sing
©5/18/2023
Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sotto Poet - sponsor
Categories:
crab grass, flower, spring,
Form: Sonnet
High Temps, Brown Grass
Haiku By Tom
7/10/2022
Lawn premature brown,
July sun is scorching hot.
Crab grass will survive.
Categories:
crab grass, july, weather,
Form: Haiku
Marigold
In a kingdom full of honeysuckles
Remembering many lavender, silent protons
The moon-flower laughed
I am shorn of their handicraft
I awoke and flung spikes of the cactus
Remembering many grand flora, ferny embroiderers
And so you came gently purring along the grasses
Still is whirring, still is whirring
As of someone gently transferring, transferring
I heard a verbatim, muffled obtaining
And the hollyhocks never cottoning
Much I marveled the bamboo foxglove
As crab grass pushes and shoves
Deep into that darkness sewing
I felt compelled to sniff the mallows
In a kingdom full of honeysuckles
As the breeze through leaves against the- - -
Marigolds
4/16/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Categories:
crab grass, analogy, appreciation, beautiful, flower,
Form: Light Verse
In wandering on
In and about this life abounds
So no stranger I
To the woodland sounds
In catching critters
A rough patch of lawn
Crab grass and little flowers
Can’t escape the killing gone
On I hear their worried cries
Need I not to eat
I would prefer
Them somewhere safer
Grab sight of me then beat feet
Categories:
crab grass, america,
Form: Free verse
The Florida sky
is a soft cotton canvas
over tart groves
that, in the late afternoon
break wide with thunder
and rain
I am so glad for that rain
it is daily
it is aloe vera
It makes me new
sinking
and carrying my year
out to the ocean
to become anonymous
to have no owner
The year ran deep
and broke my spirit
This tear fell often
As I learned and walked
with stony friends
and bruised feet
As I loved too hard
and trusted too much
As I let hands
lay hold of me
and pull my golden hair
As I blurred my days together
with wretching secrets
and shaking fingers....
I am finally glad
glad for the rain
and the hush of the world
between lawnmowers
and sun showers
between crunchy crab grass
and squeaky beach sand
between family smiles
and the miles I walked
to be here, away
in Florida
Categories:
crab grass, hope, introspection, places, travel,
Form: Free verse
Rhetoric had a theme
like crab-grass to destroy the lawn.
Fly ash had submerged the legacy of sane lips.
The river drifts between the broken walls
of binge soaring. Tension was descending
in the lanterns who were flickering hopelessly.
Was there any need of autopsy of dark secrets ?
The terror burns the bed. You don’t get a wink
of sleep. Between bubble and sky, wrapped up
afterlife aches. You wear the blindness, then slide
in grey fog. The hypocrisy and violence will wolk
side by side.
Do not touch the leftovers. A vulgarity
of expansion ! Step aside from the continuum.
I will wait for you.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
crab grass, art
Form: I do not know?
Ghettos simply defined but true…a place where society’s worse of the worst
seem to reside, a place were the way where’d people tend to thrive…a place
where the maddest of people come from and a place where no one cares about
who lives or dies. A place where broken glass can be found on every street and
is considered as the norm instead of as an eye sore or as a disgrace…a place
with dilapidated buildings that people sometimes refer to as the slums…or
cribs, a place where no decent person would want to live. All though this be sad
and some of it even may be true…I contend that a place is only a ghetto when
no blade of grass will grow, when no flower can be found to be in bloom…when
the decent people who live there let crab grass grow and the bad people
outweigh the goodness of the decent people who do live there and just want to
call it home. So, you tired and sick of my ghetto and you need to get out?
Then become a decent neighbor and we can eradicate the name ghetto and
rename it a great place were all can live and each of us can say this place I
shall now call it my happy home.
Categories:
crab grass, black african american, inspirational,
Form: Lay
In its’ drinking of the rain,
Pelted epidemically, absorbed
Of heaven’s thoughts and earthworm prayer;
The colours thaw in rivulets
On slate and brutish stone wash,
Sunk into a crab grass savoir faire.
In its’ sucking of the sun,
Copper hammer beaten, reflects
On somnolent years and rainbow gleams;
A child may brush the surface,
Deposit trace genetic evidence,
Forensics of some past and future dreams…
Categories:
crab grass, life, nature, time,
Form: Verse
When I was a kid,
The worst thing I did
Was to sow too many wild seeds.
And, now that I'm old,
I look and, behold!
A life full of crab grass and weeds.
Categories:
crab grass, introspection, life, people, time,
Form: I do not know?