Once claimed to the Kingdom that the orthodoxy came not with a roar but a whimper, solidarity foregone, ego long-standing like iron-rich water from ancient bloodshed. Through the ploughed fields sent shivers askance the serpent, like shady cathedrals built on an edifice of scales, primed the true course of the whispering grasses, long abated and trounced in that stance.
rough meadow sprinkling
super kentucky bluegrass
fescue stands aside
He zings through tall grasses and lands on my knee
I try my best to pull this sticky legged insect off me
He chortles and chuckles and pings off in the wind.
This hopper of grasses surely has annoyed and sinned.
Another one of these pests zings onto my shirt.
Giving me the willies, I scream at my cousin Bert
Get the lightening bug jar, let’s catch this foul creature
This grasshopper gives me a wink; he’s the double feature
Why are they so sticky? They are as tricky as glue.
And why, Bert, do these creepers never land on old you?
I guess I’m not as sweet, he says, with a wide smile.
Another one lands on me, says “Hi! Just call me Lyle!”
Grasses of the world
Spread, covered in thin dews
Beauty morning brings.
The seeds you planted shall grow.
I saw the ones you did sow,
I think that's what you should know.
You don't cocks order to crow,
The twilight to shadows throw
And you can't tell River "Flow".
Down the grasses in farms mow.
They're weeds: much worse than snow.
When you do this lines you toe.
If you fail wait for the blow!
Tell others I told you so.
There is a meadow that seems to spring
from beyond trees
in a bordering forest
To many, it is known as "The Clearing."
To me, it's a beautiful place.
full of tall grasses of lavender and gold,
depending on the season.
Its bounty includes colorful wildflowers--
red, pink, lilac, gold, large and tiny
and bird songs to wake the new day.
I wonder: has it always worn blossoms and grass?
Or did long ago, trees, mighty and tall, grow
until they fell to fires and drought
and Time reclaimed their seasonal pass.
It stands alone now, unknown the reason
A many-hued break between the pines
Beautiful and strong
And no one seems to mind
that it has no trees.
February 13, 2023
for "The Clearing Poetry Contest"
by Craig Cornish
There’s a whisper in the grasses
As the emerald sea divides
Through which my lover passes
To come and join my side
Between the lightning flashes
The summer rains break free
Nourishing the grasses
As your love does to me
There’s a whisper in the grasses
As the narrow path grows wide
That leads to meadows placid
Where I’ll find you by my side
A cold wind stirs the ashes
And the dry reeds mournfully
But silent are the grasses
When you don’t come to me.
among huge red blooms
ornamental grasses wave
fleecy clouds wander
drowsing in fierce sun
very fragrant snowball bush
greenest grass carpets
purple peonies
shaded by cream sunflowers
when plum sun passes
A farmer remembers stubborn grasses
And his hands remember his cutlasses;
Down The Stubborn he goes cut to mow
Enemy shrubs he would want low;
A hectare he gives intended glows
But from Mongrel elicit Wows!
Foolish fighter of his decision to sow
While every portion is a waiting row:
With fertilizer to let shoots grow
And his farmer’s Account cause to flow …
Only about thieves some bow wows know,
To into panic a full pack throw,
Save ones that with The Trend flow,
Painstakingly trained to this show…
“You sharrap Uninvited Dog!
Or I shall after you send a flying log!
To a wishful breeze, whispering grasses sway
These pastures of different green colour hues
Such was it, this beautiful glorious sunny day
Farmers in their fields, reaping in the dry hay
Skies lightened by the sun in blooms of blues
To a wishful breeze, whispering grasses sway
Birds; within the hedgerow’s, come to survey
Ears as bent, as to the swaying grasses news
Such was it, this beautiful glorious sunny day
Under the cool of a tree, woolly sheep, do lay
A puppy dog; plays, a field mouse, it pursues
To a wishful breeze, whispering grasses sway
Picturesque; I couldn't have it any other way
As into my memory, I memorize all the views
Such was it, this beautiful glorious sunny day
Reflective thoughts; become me this fine day
As to any other day only here I would choose
To a wishful breeze; whispering grasses sway
Such was it, this beautiful glorious sunny day
I am lighter than the wind
floating on top of a current
My heart is light
I feel free and fanciful
I envy no animal or plant today
Passing ripe raspberries, I grin
Glad they are they
And I am me
The breeze takes me past a field of flowers
It is a gorgeous mixture of renegade florals
there is no jealousy or regret n my heart
I feel free to be me
I am as free as the long grasses
As excited as the wild strawberries
As determined as this warm current of air
To take myself to nirvana by way of the wind
Prayers for Greater Rains
David J Walker
I am no
Stranger to this land
I know each name
Of the forest of grasses
In the trails carved of rain
And the crease of crevasses
that travail the passes to the
Mesa’s that fain the same calling
As far away snowcapped mountains
That refrain from falling down
And bowing to the
Torrents of wind
That are back again
To claim
The exposed framework of
Plowed farmlands exposed by
Farm-men
Who live in the holiness and
loneliness of the red dust
of their own making
solitude for the taking
I am no
Stranger to the pains
Of bowing to demands of
Of living off the lands
Of meager means and smaller gains
And that which remains
Of the prayers for grater rains
In this field,
There have already been many gathering,
All are mere living skeletons;
Their flesh gone completely
Only by their nerves
Do they try to seize their souls floating in the air
However, please do not worry
For their bodies still know
How to keenly perceive the world around them
They are ready for standing patiently
With their feet covered with snow
Until spring comes
Existence of nervous system reaching out into nothingness where
Only incredible Will exists
I dropped to my knees
To let it be mine
A beautiful grass
I saw and touched
and said to it
" where are you going? "
because of its wildness
because of its harmfulness
because of its velocity
and acceleration
Oh! my life
what could have
been that folly world
where snakes sure would have been hiding
amidst a kingdom
then who could have
been the most likely
target?.
Ethereal beauty arrives every spring,
Earthworms and puddles gentle rains bring.
Soon we’ll meet butterfly and honeybee.
Verdant lush grasses everywhere that I see.
Joy and happiness parade in my happy heart.
Not ready for planting but this is a start.
I begin to make my famous sweet berry tea.
Verdant lush grasses everywhere that I see.
Daffodils pop up, say a quick hello!
Baby animals everywhere that I go.
A child laughs as she swings from a tree.
Verdant lush grasses everywhere that I see.
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