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A post from the past.....just trying to put down all the ones I have written but deleted when I left the site for a while......this is almost too long, but I couldn't find which animal or insect to eliminate.....
Gardens attract a number of guests,
Some are welcomed, some are pests-
Let’s peek inside to get a view,
Of what these guests are really up to-
Honey bees pollinate, wasps sting,
Mosquitoes suck, song birds sing-
Crickets chirp, caterpillars putter,
Grasshoppers jump, butterflies flutter-
Aphids cluster, ladybugs twirl,
Katydids hop, pill bugs curl-
Owls hoot, peacocks prance,
Fruit ripens, damselflies dance-
Leaves sprout, dragonflies catch,
Shrubs grow, chipmunks fetch-
Trees shade, breezes blow,
Blossoms bloom, fireflies glow-
Moths destroy, hummingbirds drink,
Earthworms chew, stinkbugs stink-
Ants march, slugs cleave,
Turtles saunter, spiders weave-
Fish swim, lizards climb,
Toads croak, snails slime-
Fleas vault, frogs leap,
Roaches scatter, millipedes creep-
Hawks soar, rabbits munch,
Snakes slither, beetles crunch-
Mites bite, moles scurry,
Walking sticks cling, termites hurry-
Mice dart, ferrets burrow,
Hedgehogs mosey, voles furrow-
Gophers tunnel, thrips rasp,
Foxes chase, grubs clasp-
Possums play dead, fruit bats roost,
Water bugs float, pirate bugs juice-
Woodchucks eat, rats devour,
Squirrels store, seedlings flower-
Gnats annoy, spittlebugs attack,
Ambush bugs take, cicadas extract-
Scaly bugs secrete, squash bugs infect,
Silkworms spin. lightning bugs inject-
Armadillos dig, water scorpions fight,
Woodborers drill, fruit flies alight-
Root maggots scarf, locusts smother,
Harlequin bugs feast, flower flies hover-
Deer nibble, cats meow,
Mealy bugs attach, dogs howl-
Antlions trap, leaf-footed bugs pierce,
Robber flies rob and hornets are fierce-
Nematodes battle, leafhoppers invade,
Cutworms clip, leafminers raid-
Psyllids drain, cabbage loopers inch,
Weevils infest, earwigs pinch-
Vines extend, doodlebugs grab,
Woodpeckers peck, assassin bugs stab-
Raccoons forage, geese parade,
Praying Mantises capture, falls cascade-
Skunks spray, branches sway,
Upon your plants an insect may lay-
Harvestmen walk, lacewings feed,
Some of these guests your garden needs!
Envy those who only view
the sun setting, in the setting sun;
who awe at pyrotechnic skies
but then forget 'til next July,
or in the surf that crashes shores
or hawks that ride the wind and soar;
who never start from sleep at night
to find a pen and pad to write
and in the loss of love and life,
don't have to find a place to write and cry,
drawn within a lonely sigh.
What we do, we do alone.
When inspired, we shun the loud;
seek solace from the boisterous crowd.
Is ours really a gift to seek?
Is our language so truly odd?
They smile, feign knowing, with a nod.
But in the end, I'd like to think,
when years have flown and I am gone,
a question's asked in a loving home,
"Whatcha doin' Josh"?
"I'm reading great Grandpa's poems".
Cotton fluff Frames the tree tops;
brother sun salutes a wandering sky.
Cardinal sits in the pear tree;
few are left of his kind.
A bright red visage on a green canvas.
Sipping mocha bliss is a delight amid blues and
greens of a Kentucky morning.
Grass of bluish haze carpets the land
once rich with tobaccos offspring;
white clouds against azure sky and
hazy blue carpet are a stunning display.
In the garden of produce delight sits a bunny;
explorer on a quest for breakfast.
He is not fazed by squirrels hogging acorns.
I sip my bliss and pray that Mr. Bunny does not become the breakfast of nesting hawks nearby. Squirrels often hold their own counter-attack, but bunny is an all too trusting soul.
By the completion of my bliss; bunny begins his;
lettuce venture resulting in a bigger batch of bunnies, moving into the neighborhood.
Some gardeners, prejudiced against bunnies,
would spark with fiery rage;
I don’t mind sharing.
Everyone must eat to survive.
Every single creature,
From the moment of its birth,
Has a reason for existence
On our humble planet earth.
Worms are bait for fishing;
Squirrels satiate the hawks.
Fishes feed flamingos;
Ducks make music with their squawks.
Crickets chirp a chorus;
Cows and chickens give us meat.
Bees make honey for the bears
And birds are here to tweet.
Lions balance zebras;
Sheep get shorn to give us wool.
Alligators gulp down prey
To keep their bellies full.
Butterflies spread beauty;
Beavers gnaw down extra trees.
Goats spend hours grazing
To produce that creamy cheese.
Every creature’s purpose,
And I guess this is a stretch,
Seems to outdo man’s intention,
Which appears to be – to kvetch*!
*to complain or whine
Birds have always captured my imagination,
They have such a beauty and a unique nature;
Oh, what an array of birds for my inspection,
I write this for the birds that fly in the azure.
They have, such a beauty and a unique nature,
White terns on the wing or pigeons in a park;
I write this for the birds; that fly in the azure,
Tiny hummingbirds and the owl in the dark.
White terns on the wing, or pigeons in a park,
The eagles and hawks, the swan and the duck;
Tiny hummingbirds - and the owl in the dark,
Dazzling fly-catchers and kingfishers that pluck.
The eagles and hawks - the swan, and the duck,
Woodpeckers that drum a beat or a tuneful wren;
Dazzling, fly-catchers and kingfishers that pluck,
Beauty in the wild, city; or in a green forest glen.
Woodpeckers, that drum a beat or a tuneful wren,
Oh what an array! Of birds for my inspection;
Beauty - in the wild, city or in a green forest glen,
Birds have always captured, my imagination.
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October 22, 2015
Pantoum
Submitted to the contest, For The Birds, sponsor, Anthony Slausen
Sixth Place
The swan was not satisfied, she felt her neck was way too long.
And the way it bends, she argued, it is embarrassing.
I look in the water all the time; I would like to see the sky.
I am always looking at the sky the catfish told her,
because owls and hawks are forever diving down here
and eating my relatives. My uncle Fred got taken on Tuesday.
The frog on the bank rolled his eyes. Hoping he had not
moved them fast enough to warn the fly who had been coming.
Snap! Slurp! Lunch was delicious.
A small child was walking on the path, so they all moved along.
They did not fancy humans. They had seen what the ones with
the long pieces do to a poor defenseless deer
A deer must have read my thoughts, for she bound over the
bush into a bramble of thicket just beyond the pond.
Doggy! The child yelled.
So that’s what they call deer.
I was born in May, my nest was in a hole of an old tree. Mother had made
the nest warm and cozy with hair, fur, and dead leaves. I often wondered
where she got the hair. I had seven siblings in the beginning. Our home
was in a boreal forest in Northern Canada. I soon realized I liked the cold.
Of course, in the first days of my life I was helpless, mother and father fed
us. But, by eighteen days I had sprouted wings and was flapping them a lot.
I thought I was ready to fly but mother would push me back into the nest.
Mother's songs were so beautiful with trills and whistles, soon I was singing.
Sadly, I lost some of my siblings to predators, owls, hawks, even squirrels.
I am a Boreal Chickadee, a songbird, I am sure you have heard our songs.
I forage on confer branches, probe the bark. Our home is in trouble, it is
being cut down, and we are dramatically threatened. I am afraid of where
I will go. For now, I forage the boreal forest with a small flock of friends.
we sing sweet trilling songs
that drift through the trees for miles ...
as snow gently falls
Poetry/Personification/Haibun/Boreal Chick-A-Dee
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1596-571-09
All RightsResrved, 2023, Constance La France
Summer breeze, bones at ease.
Schedule clear, mind clear.
Belly full, tea at hand.
Love and cat both sitting near.
Hawks aloft, quietly.
Bats asleep, naturally.
The half remaining moon climbing
up to the Eastern horizon.
Cedars busy not rotting, cattails busy
decorating, ever so briefly, the not-there air.
The wind shifts...mint and meadow flower.
The winds shift...now the horse manure.
The Dào speaks and whispers,
roars and mumbles.
Her lessons ceaselessly
thread through Named and Noticed;
silk offering pearls.
Weaving warp through weft,
her unbounded Echolessons
knit the Fabric of Life to the
web of Space, of Time.
The wind shifts...playground sounds.
The winds shifts...I’m not now around.
There's no telling what lies ahead but they tell:
reveal wondrous secrets of my life
opportunity of a lifetime to trigger a positive time
a crucial day to realize my lifelong dream
and money and happiness I deserve
later is often too late
hawks circle overhead looking for prey:
they prophesy with sum attached or interests at stake
capitalize on greed and dream
tempt carnal passion with divine desire
the chakra of allurement, loss and gain
a prophet tells me my mind devours the future
I believe the lies it tells me
the insanely powerful full 'wolf' moon of the numerologist
took over the sky last night
the 'stellium' of planets couldn't help me unlock my self-direction
or release of energy, freedom or discovery
and today, Friday, the 13th, the 'blessed day' for fortunate few
as a spirit-medium tells, but nothing happens
I'm yet to know who I am or what I'm destined to be
Dusky evening merging Halloween night
Crowd of cloud on sky: Absolute no light.
Nocturnal owl and violent Vampire fight.
Octopus embraced Black widow too tight.
Me not scared, quite bold and brave to boast
arranged party, offered bread -toast,
beside a jungle near sea coast.
Groaning ghost tasted chicken- roast.
Venue selected: Haunted house.
Me danced delight with loving spouse.
Blue-green eyed cat chased macro mouse.
On floor crawling scorpion, louse.
Wicked witch showed long thorny nails.
Crooked crocodiles wagging tails.
Single shark ringing jingle bells.
Hawks in flocks attack me: Heart fails.