An August sun shines on the meadow,
The goldenrod voicing their approval,
Waving their tall flags of flaxen yellow
Always profuse in bloom, never frugal,
Or shy in making themselves known
Among the late summer appearances
My lush verdant meadow is overgrown,
Paths having no unfettered clearances.
Dying vines now entangle the fencerow
Someone has sprayed a deadly herbicide
Not an unreasonable action, although,
Greatly affecting plants on the other side
Especially blooming milkweed and aster
Each provided nectar for the honeybee
Their roots spared, they return fast, ere
Hints of autumn tell the thrasher to flee.
August bears down hard on succulents
Browning for lack of a moisture to hoard.
How these strangers leapt the fence
And settled here strikes a curious chord.
Soon the vegetation will wilt and decay
Mother Nature says their time has come
Frost and bitter cold will have their say
I will yearn to walk on a clear spring day.
Written August 18, 2022
If you knew they would you execute
Would you ugly wars prosecute
And child soldiers recruit?
The thrice- honored far being cute
But now and ever Plain Brute
And The Devilishly Mute?
If you saw combats could yield addicts
Would you pass drug-use-excusing edicts?
All that you did powerfully predict
Trends offering to easily contradict,
More shooting hands hiring,
When you should’ve ceased firing…
Try you they shall for Genocide
And compel to eat herbicide:
An In-The-Midst Weed
They don’t at all need.
Homicide and genocide
Need punishments to be applied
And fratricide and suicide
Are awful – that can’t be denied.
But something else I can’t abide,
Although, in this case, no one died,
Cannot be what we take in stride –
A crime that’s known as verbicide.
Unlike insect- or herbicide,
Its perpetrators tend to hide
And, if confronted, they’d be snide;
Corrections down their backs would slide.
Some criminals are hanged or fried
But as for writers, here’s a guide –
To those engaged in verbicide,
May lots of tsking be supplied.
Evil is a stubborn weed
People always plant its seed
Viscous are its deeds
On the innocent it feeds
A harmless germ in our mind
A thoughtless thought we can unwind
It can be a temptation to fault find
But once it clasps it is hard to unbind
Find your herbicide
Fumigate your inside
Where evil always resides
Before it spreads wide
Unthink the thoughts it breeds
Starve the seed with good deeds
Allow your harvest to succeed
And love will be your meed
DANDELIONS -pretty yellow flower huh--
A puffy white fluffy ball;
Windblown, flown flower???
Man do they grow…
Man do they grow;
A Dandelion growing cycle grow;
From a seed;
Grown strong root;
Hard to stoop, to kill OH! Shoot;
Cutting, shovel out herbicide the only way out;
A puffy white fluffy ball
That does not spread asexually;
From a seed, from stolons also known as a runner;
Matures with a pretty lovely flower;
A topical bulb likens a Sunflower;
Most abundant in spring;
Close your eye there grows another one again;
Dies in the winter, sure is hard to git rid of;
Yeah! Yeah! Sick and tired of them weeds..
Them there dandelions tend to flower most abundantly in spring;
3/31/19
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The weeds that grow upon the lawn
Continue growing when they’re shorn
Though treated with a herbicide
It’s no surprise that none have died
The chemicals that you apply
Should make them shrivel up and die
But only seem to feed and nourish
Makes them grow and makes them flourish
Don’t sit there feeling all forlorn
Regarding such a sickly lawn
There’s one solution guaranteed
To eradicate, that awful weed
Get up, go out, put on your coat
Buy yourself a nanny goat
© John W Fenn 21-08-2009