nefarious nightshade
the forgotten bitterroot
rebel camphorweed
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 13–19, 2026)
Sudden blushes on greens
A sure promise to delight the eyes and the heart
With live scene
The stalks ascend
Upward toward the light they dart
Buds blend
With dews
And shine yield smart
Hues
Sudden blushes on greens
Upward toward the light they dart
Hues.
Grandma worked for the Salvation Army, sorting clothes.
She was part of a class called the working-class poor.
On occasion she'd take us shopping downtown.
This was long before downtown went way down.
She would buy my brother and me a toy-maybe a treat.
Today it isn't safe for anybody, not even the chief of police.
Hyper-crazy is spreading on the outbound... unfortunately.
I have a dream of getting an acre or two of pristine.
Immerse myself in wildflowers and Evergreens.
Grandma arose into the forever greens years ago
Brother soon followed.
Alone is spreading like wildfire
Buffalo, New York, was never Green.
There is plenty of sunshine beaming down,
And plenty of water too; enough to astound
There has been an abundance of rain,
Moisturizing major crops of grain
And our vegetable garden out back
Appear to be thriving and has no lack
Leafy and lively vegetable are now in bloom
Cucumbers and tomatoes will be bearing soon
We also planted greens: mustards and turnips
For reasons unknown, the mustards didn't survive.
But it was about a week ago that I could be seen
in our lovely little garden picking turnip greens
Those greens were the first that I have ever grown
They were grown for eating, not just to be shown
Those greens were tasty, first pick of the harvest
We anticipate only the best from all the rest.
Spring Sun Hiku 19
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blazing flame in s y
d-r-a-w-n by winged chariot
sprinkles greens on e .a. r. t. h.
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Spring Monoku
spring shine spreading carpets of greens with flowers in bloom, joy for the heart.
There are two contrasting things I see
Amazingly convey grace and beauty
That is the blue sea and the field of greens
These are two opposite mix feeling for me
The blue sea feels me danger but is necessary
For a source of living and adventure
The field of greens propose romantic chills
Meet variation of colors that meets the eyes
The field of greens gives peace abundance itself
Since its reachable and achievable per se
The blue sea is unpredictable but with a warning
The bravest is the winner who safely returned
The adventure of life is the crucial stage
While there's tranquility in the land base
No assurance of life is being safe
Though both gives a mix feeling of emotions
They are part and parcel of human life.
Well, I listened to Benjamin Zephaniah,
And I kept my young turkey alive.
We had a really good blast last Christmas,
With hip-hop and reggae and jive.
We opened our presents real early,
Taking selfies and having a laugh.
I bought Turkey some really cool trainers,
And he bought me some gloves and a scarf.
Then we ate a lovely fat dinner.
I cooked him organic green beans.
We had rice and peas and coleslaw,
With a gigantic mountain of greens.
After, we played a game of Scrabble.
I won 'cause I hate losing at games.
I sang him a number of carols,
Played charades, guessing celebrities’ names.
We watched movies until we got tired,
And then tried to enjoy the King's Speech.
We couldn’t resist Christmas pudding,
With a dollop of ice cream and peach.
I’m glad my turkey’s alive for Christmas.
I’ll invite him again and again.
And I’ve also joined Turkeys United,
‘Cause now Turkey and me are best friends.
But there’s one thing I forgot to mention,
Which you may think a little absurd:
I thought he was one of the talking turkeys,
But this turkey didn’t even say a word!
(Ode to Benjamin Zephaniah’s Talking Turkeys )
The island is rich
In natural coal minerals
A company begun mining it
People come in to force labor
For national copper
They mined the sea under it
The island turn to a fortress wall
To house the industry and the five thousand workers
They made apartments, schools, courtyards
Stores, gym, and other amenities
And made ten meter wall around the island
They name the island, "island without greens"
The island became famous and well known
Throughout the archipelago for many decades
They produced the country's coal energy
Until, one day, the island is not enough
To sustain the coal country's energy supply
The industry is soon to stop
The people begun to abandoned the island
Surely, the island is now a ghost island
The apartment begun to crumble
The newspaper scattered in the courtyard
The breeze is now freely wafting all over
For years, the island begin to have greens
Finally, the island came back to where it began.
on the Sabbath day
my yard was unruly un-
cut grass stood before
me a rabbit sits
going on his ears and mustache
he starts chewing eat-
ing dandelion
leaves also yummy was this
to him little gray
white rabbit eating
the green dandelion leaf
on the Sabbath day
6/2/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
The blues and the greens
Separate the wet and dry
Both have life in it.
Green, green, green, all greens
Curtains, bedsheet, couch, pillows
Motif of her room.
not sure what this means
have mixied up hambone with beans
add cabbage with greens
(may inflate your jeans)
(ate much in my teens)
(Create many scenes)
(living beyond means)
There once was a maid who could not cook
She didn't enjoy reading a book
Her mom tried to teach her chores
With those she only became bored
Gritty greens and soap took to the brook
see the leaves of trees
you can not count shades of green
all the people can not
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