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Amongst the buttercups and daisies
Afore the early rising sun
Is where you’ll find wet fairy tears
Glistening on your lawn.
They lay as drips on blades of grass
They soak your shoes and feet
They’re where you’ve trampled once again
Then gone indoors to eat.
Then fairies they come out to play
And dance under the stars
And mischievous elves will prank around
While firefly drive like cars.
But when they see how much that we
Have damaged their small world
The fairy drops to ground and weeps
Their magic’s been unfurled.
The little dew drops gently left
Are fairy tears my friend
For with sun and magic of natures hand
Comes repair to make amend.
Be carful where you put your foot
A fairy might live and care
So be polite when you are asked
Keep off the grass walk there.
The chartreuse green tassels quietly fall
Stately oaks release their blossoms to the cool damp earth
Dew glitters like diamonds 'pon the spring grass so tall
Stillness and quiet suddenly awakened by mirth
Serenaded by birds and bees whose love is birthed
Butterflies' cocoons await the right time
To kiss or taste a new blossom that shines
Then they'll split forth and out will climb
'Pon parsley, meadow rue, or Daisies dine
Spring's the time for butterflies, and flowers to align
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Contest: A Spring Day In English Quintain
Written this 12th day of April 2014
Butterflies are fragile but very beautiful,
see them in the bluest skies charming us
with their stunning and lively colors;
find them where flowers are bountiful.
When I go for a brisk morning walk,
they start their search for sunflowers
that grow in the nearby wilderness fields;
there by the brook, they befriend a lark.
Pretty butterflies, make my day dilly and happy...
follow me to my garden where delights abound;
my roses, my lilies and my daisies are too lonely,
stay for an hour and break the stillness around.
This big garden has sunshine, but needs more beauty...
rising up will be an infinite wonder and delight:
to see their colorful wings God designed so beautifully;
come closer and land in my palms, feel no fright.
winter is gone and we welcome Spring
sweet warm air makes birds twitter
and all of a sudden nature is a rich embroidery
oh, a thousand chirpings invite
daisies, tulips and daffodils to bloom
as down a forest path I meander
and purple violets beckon me to stay
butterflies kiss pink and yellow blooms
as I pluck some blue posies
the trees have put on their green-hued gowns
oh, I see primrose growing
I hear the streams rejoicing that winter is gone
snowdrops grow infinite under trees in the forest
the sun dappled beneath branches stretching
the forest, woods, meadows, and hills are dressing up
to welcome for spring' breathing beauty
green grass is like a velvet carpet
buttercups are nodding their pretty heads
O, a blissful breeze is whispering
as lilies grow along the river's path
and ducks and swans float in serene tranquility
I recall . . .
Dad's work shed to this day
The scent of wood and dust in the air
Cobwebs in corners and crooks
Sun flooding in through windows
His scarred and scored wooden work table
And the countless tin cans of nails and screws
And Dad working on a new plan
His coffee cup forgotten and ignored
And I would bring him flowers
Precious dandelions, buttercups and daisies
Which he would place in a dirty container of some sort
Smiling, he would lift me up to sit beside him
We would ponder his scribbled sketches
O, the grand ideas he had
I still have those doodles and outlines
And the lazy afternoon would pass
For me and Dad
And later we would sit on the rusty porch swing
Side by side, just swinging
And I would hold his hand so tight
Like I never wanted to let it go
But, God had a plan
Written in the book of destiny
And who am I
To question what is written by God
So, I had to let go
But today, I sure am missing Dad
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April 14, 2013
Poetry/Free Verse/And
Copyright Protected, ID 04-470-984-14
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Fresh Poem #3
sponsor, A Poet Destroyer, Judged 05/17/2013
First Place
with whispers she makes shadows all hold hands
the West wind turns it's back at her command.
With one cold glance the daisies lose their leaves
she holds nature in her thrall, she believes.
Making potions in a jar to made-up tunes,
telling fortunes using Lego bricks for runes.
Poppy says she's had the gift since she was ten,
Mum hopes she'll grow out of it, who knows when.
With crystals, string, a map and twigs for rods
she finds lost things, assisted by the Gods.
A hair grip that she wore when she was three
and a boiled sweet down the back of the settee.
Buoyed by this success, she moved out to the fields
to see what her divining skills could yield.
Dry leaves sighed with every step she made,
the rods directing Poppy through the glade
when a hand took hold her ankle from the ground
from something that did not want to be found.
Faded posters on the lamp posts now replaced
with another set that feature Poppy's face.
Two missing girls, the same town, in five years,
children play behind locked gates amidst their fears
'till father time puts all of this behind them, but
Lucy says she has a gift-
and she can find them.
I think Annie is going to shoot me.
She smiles and winks;
this is what she does best,
the little lady is deadly accurate
and pert with it.
She takes aim. "Right ear." She says.
Bang! Her Winchester
explodes my ear.
She laughs girlishly
tells me to wake up,
but the dream is way too interesting
and I stand there dripping blood
until she magically replaces it.
We go to a lake,
recline on a mattress of meadow daisies
while she relates her life story,
I already know it
and just want to make out.
Annie sings a lullaby
a crow taught her in the Ohio wilderness.
"Would you rather have a 1960's
Coup Deville Cadillac
or me?" She says suddenly.
My hesitant silence speaks volumes.
I ask: What color?
The feisty gal
kisses me with her Kathrin Hepburn lips,
then shoots my ear off again.
We argued until the cows came home and lived in a city
Hardly ever even agreed to disagree and never budged an inch
There was always an If and or definite But and resolute No
Your hair is too long and untidy
In frazzled jeans you look like a hobo
When you are my age you’ll know I am right
Grow up I don’t not like your attitude
So many points to state and so few dots in a full circle of
Arguments discussion battles and irreconcilable opinions
I do not approve of the fact that you are a General
Soldiers are potential murderers in uniform
Put a peace dove onto your epaulettes then
We’ll find common ground olive branches
But our common terrain was trenches and warfare
No white flags around as if to prove belligerent cries
Bayonets of reason and treason to each other’s cause
Hypocrite and irredeemable bigot that is who you are
Renegade idealism does not grant bread on our plates
As long as you put your young feet under my table …
Age is not an achievement and youth is no crime
Strangely enough there was ingrained disrespectful respect and
Some sort of approval and commendation and strange kind of love
We could see but not admit how the opponent got their acclaim
While I sought to put bouquets of flowers into heavy gun’s barrels
You were proud of my resilience and spoke highly of me to your friends
The truth that we fought our relentless struggles showed higher regard
As the inscription on your marble head stone grows tireless moss
While I slowly approach an urn of quiet reprieve to hold my own ashes
And the world still explodes and bursts at seams and with violent themes
I bring some poppies and daisies to your grave with no hidden agenda
And wish for the many apologies when Sorry is more than a phrase
Maybe a kiss on your skull and bones deep down and below
Comes never too late and for once we share intimate concern
I scribe a memorial and know we will sign our treaty at last
07th December 2019
Inklings of Love
Love is a never ending daisy chain
Lovely as damselfly sparkling with dew
Joyful as rainbows in sky after rain.
Cherish that you have a treasure so true
Celebrate that her love glitters and glows
Lovely as damselfly sparkling with dew.
In fragrance of daisies where'er she goes
Enlighten her she's your favoured flora
Celebrate that her love glitters and glows.
Tell her often you adore her aura
Sprinkle stardust when’er she pirouettes
Enlighten her she’s your favoured flora.
Admire her for her exquisite assets
Create glorious memoir souvenirs
Sprinkle stardust when’er she pirouettes.
On her bestow moonbeam, smile through the years
Love is a never ending daisy chain
Create glorious memoir souvenirs
Joyful as rainbows in sky after rain.
*+*+*
21st April 2023
Inklings Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
I
one Fine-
morning when the garden was misty-
ethereal the beauty
birds mellifluous
brouhaha loud and donnybrook
a gang came
fluttering over the fence and
canoodled the flowers
sweetly
when the day was infinite serenity
the birds
lilting and murmuring
loud and donnybrook
and buzzingbees were buzzing
from jewel-toned and eye-catching blooms
oh
summer
and
the
sun-kissed
color-infused birdies
loud
and
donnybrook
II
here there
sweet butterflies
breathtaking
gamboling
delicate wings
always a-fluttering
insects
dilly-dally flip-flopping
hummingbirds whirling
a black cat licks
his lips
whiskers twitching
sneaky shifty
lissome fearless hunter
sneak-a-sneak
slithers
woosh watch out hummingbirdie
with your pretty wings
fly away fast
faster and faster
for the cat is a hunter
the cat hunts
the cat
quiet and deadly
go
dancing
hummingbird
hummingbird
turning
twirling
spinning
III
raven hair-tangled girl
gathering daisies
pansies
wildflowers
And drip-dropping petunias
in this sun-drenched garden
stops to gongoozle
and a butterfly drifts-
upon the gathered-blooms
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August 15, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/Garden Rambling
Copyright Protected, ID 16-818-665-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.