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That pretty rainbow with an orange glow
hangs over the wheat field by stooping low;
it waited almost all day to come out and shine,
now, that long and bright arch is simply divine!
Stand beneath it and admire the amazing design of God's hands
with all its vivid colors that enhance Nature
and glorify it while happy songs, rising from the azure bay,
are heard along roads and paths; ever wonder
why they are sung with such idyllic words that are so intense?
Ask the sparrow, the hummingbird and the bluejay!
That pretty rainbow can be seen until evening,
then with the coming of shadows...it''ll be vanishing;
cherish it and remember it when rain pours and pelts,
make believe that's always there, where butterflies dance!
Poor Ruby Hummer looks confused,
searching for her favorite feeder.
It was right there when it last was used,
in September, in the cedar.
Above the Bee-balm and Lobelia,
in my pollinator garden,
so sorry, Ruby, yes I feel ya,
and I truly beg your pardon.
I’m late this May, you came so soon
from your Yucatan vacation.
2000 miles from your lagoon,
a miraculous migration.
500 miles without a stop
o’er the Gulf, you must be famished.
A marvel that you didn’t drop,
and now your feeder’s vanished!
Just last week we had some snow,
a freakish mid-May specter.
Please be patient, please don’t go,
I’ll brew you up some nectar.
Meanwhile, check the Columbines
while I go and fetch the feeder.
And don’t forget your Trumpet Vines
that wind behind the cedar.
Come grace my garden, cheer my heart,
you’re my favorite garden guest.
It’s time to fatten up and start
to build the family nest.
Here nest materials, soft and pliable,
give shelter from the storms.
Next Spring I will be more reliable,
I’ll institute reforms.
June 2020
Garden Contest sponsored by Constance La France
I walked a long stretch to reach you.
My path was uneven, my journey was mystical,
I stumbled on rugged pebbles many times,
My fingers got pricked by thorns on roses, and bled,
The wind was tempestuous, hurt my face like sharp blades,
I did not stop, I kept walking.
There were dainty flowers beneath my feet to greet me,
They were delicate, they were ethereal,
Those floral saplings were bruised by treading on.
They could not protect me from harsh wind and incessant rain,
Water dripped from braids on my hair,
I was shivering in the stormy weather.
My soul was wrapped with music of love.
The sparkling champagne light of autumn,
mysterious whisper of twirling velvety leaves,
the turquoise waves lapping on shore,
chirping melody by a tiny hummingbird,
elusive dewdrops quivering on lotus leaves..,
O darling, I can not stop because I know you are waiting for me,
being love-starved, my heart bleeds,
and beats faster than you can imagine.
Those ravishing flowers will guide me to you,
My journey will end only when I am in your embrace.
Ornate is the ironwork that I peer through
as my fingers grasp the garden gate,
and I open my eyes to my Wonderland.
My bare feet step down the moonlit path,
where fireflies twinkle amongst the stars
that reflect upon the flowing crystal brook.
I capture them in a lantern, then set them free.
My lavender dress twirls weightlessly as I dance,
here I am free to feel joy and to dream.
Here beyond the gate of my enchanted garden,
when the golden sun sets low in the evening sky,
the daisies, gladiolas, and pansies never close their petals
and the sunflowers shine in the moonbeams.
While butterflies stay to perch on the blooming trellis,
the song of the hummingbird fills the warm night air
and I fall asleep in my flower bed of thorn-less roses.
Written by: Kelly Deschler
February 17th, 2014
For Nette Onclaud's contest - "My Secret Garden"
nothing nothingtodo today
so I am in my little citygarden
sitting on the porch
in the shade with my tea
the garden full of rainbowgems and greenery
old fat cat is stretched out snoring
and little cat is on my feet
purring she just finished killing-
a blue flower it lay under her claw
the air is still the wind chime is waiting
and then a faint tinkle asoothingbreeze
in the distance the hum of traffic so faint-
it mingles with the silence
a hummingbird zipped by but did not stop
to say hello nothing nothingtodo
but sit in the shade watching my garden grow
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August 11, 2015
Poetry/Free Verse/sittinintheshade
Copyright Protected, ID 15-698-921-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Don't Fight it .....Write it!
Sponsor, John Lawless
First Place
A hummingbird hovers outside my window
Admiring itself in the reflection
I see its colors shine in the morning sun
Almost hypnotizing
Staring, I wonder if it sees me
Alone behind dusty mini-blinds
Vertical slices of faux wood
Narrowly showing the world beyond
I should smile at this “precious” scene
Spring is near in signs and actions
Yet I do not, I can not, for I despise spring
It is a symbol of life…new life
Life is the darkest thought of my mind’s shadows
What good is it, new or old or otherwise
You breathe, you wake, you want and you lose
Poetic splatters can’t mask these feelings
Pleading images claim all empty fault
As crimson blood runs the gutters
Splashing on concrete cracks twisted about my neck
Laughing from a back seat around the next corner
And still that hummingbird lingers…pointing
Tiny wings move in a rapid dance
It’s red throat casting aspersions in my direction
As I reach for my own…and it is wet, and I am crying
Our thoughts are whispered in the cool night breeze.
I often fall into this snare when I opine around your demise.
The breeze whispers, and the spirit hangs tight for my appease.
I've completely failed in my attempt to cease the tease.
Since there is a daisy, there will be a hummingbird.
I hear you whispering with yourself in my head.
But inward life gets so stuffed that regard is absurd.
One acquires regard by requesting stars that can be heard.
Murmurs, protests, in my sleep, gracious exceptional fantasy.
Tossing and furious, grasping a handle on, I ponder my destiny.
Each whisper of the sky imbues the air with secret mystery.
The Garden is lush and green, and a rose is a beat away.
For what reason is it there? The rest of the world is as yet dark.
Who can be of aid to me? I sank to my knees, madly clack.
I need to draw out of bed and husk an outside walk
Individuals were uncommon; I mixed in with no glance or whack.
I'm at this point not ready to perceive myself in the mirror.
I'm scarcely holding tight; I'm in fine fettle than a toddler.
A long time back, this sight provoked once feelings of choler.
Had delicate dew winks and calm embraces, and many holler.
They urged me to find myself devoted, so I consented to all.
However, as they age, their whispered supplications blur and fall.
Utmost away, I can envision the halcyon blue sky over the wall.
As I continue meandering, a hummingbird rapidly slows stall.
Written: July 15, 2021
WHISPERS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John lawless
We melt into the hotness of God's will.
Sun's solar power in all directions.
Nothing is moving. The oak trees are still.
Air is muggy per June's imperfections.
Blue green hummingbird seeks sweet summer snack.
Tiny frog heads toward cat's water bowl.
Thirsty wildlife hunts lake or stream, no slack.
Being hydrated the ultimate goal.
Grass died, now turning a furious brown.
Flowers have shriveled, crushed inward now too.
There is no moistness on flowers or ground.
Muggy in Kansas where people have flu.
Cardinals look for light places to bathe.
Farmer prays for crop, corn heads to the grave.
Wonderful world, beautiful love
Rose petal dreams
Butterfly wishes
Oceans of love
Sandy beach kisses
Cool morning breezes
The sun up above
Wonderful world
Beautiful love
~
Lazy day words
Heart felt reflections
Dew on the lawn
Clover collections
Soaring so high
The wings of a dove
Wonderful world
Beautiful love
~
Hummingbird songs
Moon beams are singing
Sunsets of joy
Happiness bringing
Warm afternoons
More soon to come
Wonderful world
Beautiful love
~
Merry-go-rounds
Ferris wheel rides
Carnival laughter
From deep inside
Children wear smiles
Having their fun
Wonderful world
Beautiful love
~
Here in my heart
All that I see
Brings to my mind
What you are to me
You are my thoughts
What I’m thinking of
Wonderful world
Beautiful love
~
THE WITCH BIRD IS A MIGRITE OF
BOTH THE HUMMINGBIRD AND PIGEON
THEY ARE BRIGHT YELLOW AND WITH
BLUE BECKS ARE HARD TO FOLLOW
AND THEY FLY REAL FAST
AND LIKE THERE BROTHER
THE HUMMINGBIRD
THEY HOOVER OVER FLOWERS
AND SUCK THE NECTAR FROM
THE MOST COLORFUL FLOWERS
THEY HAVE A BUILT IN GPS SYSTEM
THAT ALLOWS THEM TO SEE IN THE DARK
THEY ESTIMATE DISTANCE
USING A RADAR SYSTEM THAT IS LEGENDARY FOR THIS SPECIES.
THEY SEND OUT A HIGH PITCHED NOISE, AND WHEN IT
BOUNCES BACK FROM THE AREA IT WAS SENT TO
THE BIRD ESTIMATES WERE IT IS.
UP UNTIL 2020 THIS BIRD HAD BEEN KEPT A SECRET.
IT'S RADER IS ACCURATE WITHIN A DISTANCE OF 28 AND 31 METERS.
IT'S RELATED TO THE BATRITONIOIUM BIRDARACKNIOUS AND IS ALSO KIN TO
THE ITOLLIA RUMPIOUS
AND WITH IT'S PLEASANT COLORS,(SOME ARE ROYAL BLUE AND HAVE A BRIGHT YELLOWISH BEAK)
AND IT HAS THREE HOLES AT THE BACK OF THIS STRONG BECK,
WHEN OPENING HARD COVER THINGS LIKE NUTS, AND FRUITS WITH LARGE PITS
THIS AVAIOUSIO BIRDIO'S HOLES BEHIND IT'S EARS ARE WIDE OPEN
LISTENING IT TAKES IN HIGH PITCH NOISES FROM THE FRONT HOLE
AND LOW PITCH NOISES FROM THE BACK HOLE.
THE MIDDLE HOLE TAKES IN BOTH BASSEY AND CRISP SOUNDS, THIS ALLOWS THE BIRDIORACKNIOUS TO UNDERSTAND DIFFERENT SOUNDS.
CALL YOUR MUSEUM PLAVCES AND ASK FOR BIRDIORUMPIOUSRACKNIA AND THEY'LL HOOK YOU UP WITH SOME BIRD TYPE GROOVES THAT EVEN YOUR PARNETS WILL APPRESATE.