Nature Irony Poems

another

another cheery blossoms from economies of scale

Animal behind the disguise

They’re killing innocence because that’s what they do. Bullets are made to fly and bombs to fall too. The animal is alive and disguised by

IN THE IRONY OF FORGIVENESS

IN THE IRONY OF FORGIVENESS

The irony of forgiveness,
Is that human nature, doesn't
Demand that its cause
Be given forgetfulness;
Thus, giving anger opportunity
To revive its paining spirit
Of negative

Common

From beneath a veil,
A shroud itself hidden,
Anonymity It's masquerade.
Tired secrets languish,
Benighted by nature,
Emerald, to pale green and white, from jade.
A sough in the head,
Of their

Is the World Upside Down

Incredible but true,
Believe it or not, 
But it happened.

Driving in a secondary road,
Feeling at peace with the world,
Admiring the tall bushes and trees,
I saw a

Strayed Sheep

They wander, 
free range sheep,
Following a breeze,
a wafting scent
Clover…perhaps
More likely the innate call
To roam
In search of themselves.
Freedom,
a dubious destination
As jagged cliffs
O’erlook the crushing surf
Escape 
An

Banana once again

What sold was for millions as art so grand,
Was bought for a few cents at a fruit stand--
A fancy mall nor mart,
Nor place of art

Bored with Nature

      Bored with nature, I spurned the gay meadow
        Stepped on ladybugs, swatted

That's the difference

Duel

Duel 

A soldier sits, sleeps, breaths. 
She wonders why she fought. 
When people go about their day
without so little a thought. 

Why did I face

Dunkin Reverie

I'm a pro-cyclist, and I despise people with flab
So it hurts that my folks don't walk, they'd rather take a cab.
I describe my races at

two crows in a field

two crows in a field
attempted murder I’m sure
for where is the third

Sea Glass

Sea Glass From Mother Nature’s Jewel Box

She gives us…

Hummingbirds with wings aflutter, a symphony for cherry blossoms
Sunset, moonrise primordial orbs, magic looms
Shooting comets that grace

SUMMER BREEZE

SUMMER BREEZE

A summer's breeze gently tells a lie
About how all nature is soft and kind
Yet underneath, where we don't see
There is no room for any

Epigrams V

Epigrams V

Are mayflies missed by mountains? Do stars
applaud the glowworm’s stellar mimicry?
—Michael R. Burch



Teach me to love:
to fly beyond sterile Mars
to percolating Venus. 
—Michael R.