Long Black eyed susan Poems

With these lines I’ll relate an intriguing tale of dubious accuracy
For I Hope to unveil sordid affairs of more than one conspiracy!
Be warned, that though you might be disturbed by the facts I relate?
They are...

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I am an Outlander
Who lives on a high hill
Overlooking a man-made lake
That once was a rapidly rushing river
Along whose banks the Ozarks Bluff Dwellers and the Osage and then Delaware
Hunted, fished, and created shelter
For their...

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CHILDREN OF THE SUMMER GARDEN

In the lazy days of summer
 When heat streams up in afternoons
Come into the season’s garden –
 Nature’s outdoor living room.

Early riser, blue Morning Glory vine
 Opens at dawn and sometimes...

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I'm walking my floors
Like a rattle
Being creative
Starting, some drama
Looking at my image


Reading my literature
Reading my novel
Reading my rhymes
Look at my style 
Look at my talent
I'm exotic
Very professional


Look at the vine
Listen, to the melody
Drink some wine
Memorize
Protect...

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I'm walking my floors
Like a rattle
Being creative
Starting, some drama
Look at my image
Read my literature
Read my novel
Read my rhymes

Look at my style 
Look at my talent
I'm exotic
Very professional

Look at the vine
Listen, to the melody
Drink some wine
Memorize
Protect...

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As I walk around our house

it is now so quiet 

as a mouse.


As I walk into your bed room

I can still hear you mommy

singing a hymen or two,

or just being surprised

of all the blankets on...

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“ ... the bee collects nectar and departs without
injuring the flower, or its color or fragrance .... "

                ...

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Springtime rain brings fresh array 
of flowers east to west.
The Rockies’ red and purple tufts
of mountain pride are best. 
And mats of foliage named moss pink face south to get the sun
while buttercups put forth...

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I am but four walls painted purple, I remember that day,
the girl of raven hair, standing on a ladder painting me.
I was laughing because her hair had streaks of purple,
and she was dappled all...

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Zinnia Grandiflora a golden beauty 
Yellow Prairie Coneflower conical cutie

Xerophilous plants designed to survive
Waterlily attached to bottom soil to stay alive

Venus Fly Trap grows wild in marshes
Ulmus grows wild along with birches

Texas Bluebonnet cover fields...

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This site has been my haven, where I’ve met
so many poets; neither do I lack
for friends, and some I never will forget
although I know they won’t be coming back.

I’m blessed in that the best friends...

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I've had several interesting conversations with my old friend Flora.
I delight in chatting with her kith and kin of which there's a plethora!
I suppose you think that she is an elderly aunt of mine,
But folks,...

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If he spoke one word he'd die, what word could be so prized?
There is one that could be, though of a word that knew no lies
For if it did it would not be true for...

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Down in Hungry Hollow
there's a winding road to follow,
filled with trails of stings and nettles
lit by black eyed susan petals
Down this road you'll kick the dust
and breathe the roots of rotten rust
Shine the pebbles with...

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I will turn back the pages of time,
to mom and to when I was a little girl;
mom would fill my pool and in I jumped,
she called me pixie and I giggled.
    ...

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To blame or not to blame my mother
for scars that won't heal, for life's every tear,
for pain endured, whether inflicted by others or myself. 
To blame or not to blame my father
for my mistakes or...

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I will turn back the pages of time
to mom and to when I was a little girl
mom would fill my pool and in I jumped
she called me pixie and I giggled
    ...

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The Bench

This evening I walked through the park, the old wooden bench was still there
And the memories of meets after dark, rushed in of the times we would share
She said, I will meet you at...

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And in my dream-  I am a yesterday dreamer,
I am transported to a long ago summer;
and become lost in a sea of blooms and glitter,
where I roam touching each fragile flower.

I know this...

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I am a brown and yellow daisy, called a black-eyed Susan, my name is Daisy
I wake up early every morning and open my velvety petals covered with dew 
I dance in the breeze, waiting for...

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Musky fragrance inundates
my nostrils as I enter 
the garden center:
a rhapsodic feeling
in idyllic surroundings.
The air is humid
like an Amazon garden,
heat barely tolerable
making my glasses misty.
Soft music, dulcet and sweet,
swamp the amazing conservatory. The caterpillar had...

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I went for a drive in the country one fine day,
and came upon a huge field full of wildflowers;
the flowers swayed and danced in the gentle breeze.

There were bright white Daisies and yellow Buttercups,
sweet Black-Eyed...

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My shallow waters have failed to hide
the deeper agony pulsating inside.
I could forgive your lies but not forget.
Do you have remorse, do you feel regret?  
Feelings were buried in a shallow grave
as we failed...

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our laughter
on the beach. . .
the darkening sky 

One day our boat was demolished in a storm that came up suddenly on what had begun as a sunny July day. My husband had recently recovered...

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Thousands of prisoners are in Cebu Jail
Many of them had committed crimes for hell
But how will you judge their wickedness?
Now that they can even wipe away your tears

They’re all well- known with their superb talent
They...

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