No other pair; compares beyond
Beauty lashes out; to seduce a smize;
I looked upon; two magic wand
Brown is the color to which is most yawned;
But it is Earth's deepest well of hope; I surmise
No other pair; compares beyond
Blue of grey shade; mirrors all that are spawned
As sapphire gems; adorning cloudy tearful skies
I looked upon; two magic wand
Peridot shines, as planted fields, are lawned
Green; like newfound blades; of springtime ryes
No other pair; compares beyond
Found together; yet self-disguised, in bond
Hazel wins, versus, softest, ambers, tries
I looked upon; two magic wand
Direct through them; my love had to respond
Seeing her; that's simply when; all sadness dies
No other pair; compares beyond
I looked upon; two magic wand
Categories:
lawned, emotions, for her, romantic,
Form: Villanelle
It's blisteringly dry.
Martian, winedark, overweight -
No lawns on this mesa of millet-baked pie,
To make this crater straight.
No spades here, no scraping rake.
Just sharp sticks, blood-bricked mortar.
Berbers camp here for old time's sake,
But can't stay; as there's no water.
In this sahara's nape,
There sinks this winderly dome.
Winedark, martian, squat-blooded black grape,
The Nomads' ruined home.
Its winedark walls're muralled,
Of a grand god grazed by honest plague.
His gentle green ways enmarbled,
Wonderfully weathered, and vague.
He sent no fire or floods,
So those drifters still kiss his hand.
He let grave waves pave their jungly woods,
In a lawnless scheme most grand.
Ancient bone-sands, sifting.
Campfire rise, boots trace.
Dead trees' shoots forever lifting
That Martian, winedark place.
The green god grins, in a mirror's embrace.
The dome, squat-blooded, has an ozyman grace;
If lawned, he'd have deserted it, its peoples displaced;
And there'd be less life living upon his face.
Categories:
lawned, beauty, environment, extended metaphor,
Form: Rhyme
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the human race
how many subspecies
do you know
orange sunsets
they were once all red
the status quo
housemartins... late
nesting on a window pane
swallows in the porch
dunnock feeding
on suet balls for the ****
goldfinch on niger
smooth newts... fifty plus
til the lawned was mowed
no pond for miles
facts of life
humans make them up
not natures ways
sun skipped the surface
light dancing on the waves
then came the trawlers
the sky ablaze
the sea reflecting fire
seagulls screaming
honey bees dying
mites and climate changing
stop pollution now
mountains moving
hot rocks cruising on a plate
shapes shifting
the rushing rivers
rapids... falls... always searching
returning home
clouds carry rivers
waterfalls biding time
flash flooding
nature... world's doctor
twenty-four seven... open
inundated
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Categories:
lawned, nature,
Form: Haiku