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rose_rosy [????????]
By the
Chinese
poet
fengwenshu
My space 's small emperaror-my son-
As a Roseate for endless routh,
When unborn my son,
Lived in lofly belly of a flowering tree of dreaming.
And fire phoenix fly, like one single moonlight_azure,
In phoenix's body breed,
In rosy rose had
Vomit and lent to the nigths, hills,
Rivers, grasss, groves,
And greatures.her sweetly joy and
Fire of love,
I sangs upon my son, with words of cloud_white and,
Or words of green water of flows,
Day after day, month after month,
And i made meselves a little cicada,
In apparel, sometimd,
I being katydid, a skirt_green, sometime,
I made meselves a orchid,
In white apparel, sometime,
I turns a petty siklworm,
In white robe, simetime,
I into Nature 's greatures,
To body of flowering tree of dreaming flew,
As if a dragonfly, came to dim bamboos,
Of summer,
And my firegod_minor me sings
Or told, for my fairgod_ minor
Being lonely, stir and peaceless,
I become one single flower's sweetly,
Or Music of heavy sweet,
kissed my son_my ideal,
As shepherd kissed his snowsheep_small,
And passed sun, moon stars's kingdom,
This flower's sweetly.true, twelve years
My little flower_spirit grew in milks
Of spirit, and milks
Of spirit, art me created [Shao Music] of my own,
Like infant of cloud_dark grew in milks,
With red magma, true, twelve years
My little flower_spirit grew in milks
Of spirit, and milks
Of spirit, art me created [Shao Music] of my own,
Like infant of cloud_dark grew in milks,
With red magma, true, twelve years
My little flower_spirit grew in milks
Of spirit, and milks
Of spirit, art me created [Shao Music] of my own,
Like infant of cloud_dark grew in milks,
With red magma, true, twelve rears
My little flower_spirit grew in milks
Of spirit, and milks.
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By the
Chinese
poet
fengwenshu
My space 's small emperaror-my son-
As a Roseate for endless routh,
When unborn my son,
Lived in lofly belly of a flowering tree of dreaming.
And fire phoenix fly, like one single moonlight_azure,
In phoenix's body breed,
In rosy rose had
Vomit and lent to the nigths, hills,
Rivers, grasss, groves,
And greatures.her sweetly joy and
Fire of love,
I sangs upon my son, with words of cloud_white and,
Or words of green water of flows,
Day after day, month after month,
And i made meselves a little cicada,
In apparel, sometimd,
I being katydid, a skirt_green, sometime,
I made meselves a orchid,
In white apparel, sometime,
I turns a petty siklworm,
In white robe, simetime,
I into Nature 's greatures,
To body of flowering tree of dreaming flew,
As if a dragonfly, came to dim bamboos,
Of summer,
And my firegod_minor me sings
Or told, for my fairgod_ minor
Being lonely, stir and peaceless,
I become one single flower's sweetly,
Or Music of heavy sweet,
kissed my son_my ideal,
As shepherd kissed his snowsheep_small,
And passed sun, moon stars's kingdom,
This flower's sweetly.true, twelve years
My little flower_spirit grew in milks
Of spirit, and milks
Of spirit, art me created [Shao Music] of my own,
Like infant of cloud_dark grew in milks,
With red magma, true, twelve years
My little flower_spirit grew in milks
Of spirit, and milks
Of spirit, art me created [Shao Music] of my own,
Like infant of cloud_dark grew in milks,
With red magma, true, twelve years
My little flower_spirit grew in milks
Of spirit, and milks
Of spirit, art me created [Shao Music] of my own,
Like infant of cloud_dark grew in milks,
With red magma, true, twelve rears
My little flower_spirit grew in milks
Of spirit, and milks.
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The ABCs of Things Green
Algae, alligator, artichoke, asparagus, aphids, Andradite,
Brussels sprouts, broccoli, Buffalo Treehopper, and beans,
Cuckoo Wasp, Cabbage, cucumber, Common Green Darner, and celery
Dog Day Cicada, Delphinium flowers diopside and dioptase, (rocks),
Emeralds, eyes, endive, evergreen trees, Emerald Ash Borer, Epidote
Ferns, Forests, Frogs, Fungus, Fork-tailed Bush Katydids, and fushite
Green Macaw, Green Jay, green onions, green bottles and boxes
Honeydew melons, Habanera chilies, and Hellebore,
Indian peas, Irish moss, Iceberg lettuce, Ivy, and Iguanas,
Jade vine, Jack-in-the-pulpit, Jade, and the Jolly Green Giant
Kale kelp, katydid, kiwi fruit, kohlrabi, and the Keel Billed Toucan’s bill,
Leeks, lemons, limes, leaf hoppers, leafy greens, and Leprechauns,
Mint jelly, Magnolia, Green Jumping Spider, Morrisonite Jasper, Malachite
New Zealand spinach, Napa cabbage, the Nile River, and Nephrite Jade,
Olives, Ostrich fern, okra, Oak leaf lettuce, olive Sparrow and onion,
Praying Mantis, peas, potato, parsnip, Peach-faced Lovebird, and Prehnite,
Question is, What green thing starts with Q? Some quarks do.
Runner-beans, Ruby-throated Hummingbird, Rose quartz, and Rue,
Saddleback Caterpillars, Southern Emerald Moths, snow peas, Serpentine
Tadpole, Turtle, Turf, Turnip greens, Turaco, and Toxic Torbenite,
Unripe bananas and Ugli fruit (both are green then orange)
Velvet Beans, Vidalia Onions, Vegetable leaves, Varovite, and Varisite
White-winged Parakeet, watercress, winter purslane, and wild leek
Xigua melon is a yummy treat
Yellow onions, Yellow-chevroned parakeet, Yellow-green vireo, and yarrow,
Zuchini is the last, but not the least of the ABC’s of Things Green.
Harry the hedgehog was wandering by
Looking for a spot where he could fly,
This is quite serious cause hedgehogs you see
Well, they sort of wobble along just like me.
He wobbled along till he came to the pond
He looked at the rock that the frog sat on,
"If I flew off of there I just might get wet,"
And he chewed a hole in his bottom lip.
Miss Katydid sat on the back of a chair
And he wondered how she got way up there,
She gave a great leap, did a double back flip
And landed on poor Harry's sore little lip.
As he wandered along an old crow flew by
And swooped toward Harry from way up high,
And I heard Harry say as he gave a big sigh
"Won't somebody help me learn how to fly?"
Just about then a vulture flew in
And dug his claws into Harry's skin,
Then off he flew at a terrible pace
With Harry dangling from the Vulture's legs.
They dipped and dived, swooped and swirled
Until Harry thought they were leaving this world,
When suddenly he whirled and dove back toward earth
And sat Harry down by a big pile of dirt.
He wobbled his way to the top of this heap
Trying to decide if he should make the big leap,
He puffed up and bristled and to my surprise
Tears started to flow from his little eyes.
As his sore lip trembled, I heard him say
"I guess there'll be no more flying today."
I wanted to ask him what the matter could be
When I heard him say, "I got air sick you see."
Now Harry the hedgehog wobbles along,
Humming his own little hedgehog song,
He's happy, as happy as he can be
"I'll just wobble along like grandma," said he.
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written l998 Cile Beer
Form:
Wonder into the woods with ax in hand
Take care to be on time when you arrive
The forest is dark. It slumbers. Don't be alarmed
Bring an umbrella in case it rains
Rotted fallen lumber is benign. It does not harm
Never chop the big trees down at dawn
Take a canteen to a source of water
A polluted river will do just fine
With tiny creatures like parasites residing
They won't care. They need you. They want you there
Cause evocative events to occur
Tell untold stories
Let them evolve like mushrooms in the forest dark
Don't speak. The trees are listening
Capture ideas then let them go
Over canopies, mysteries and paranoia
Take one step at a time in cadence with the katydid
Noise is the awakening...WARNING: Don't walk with katydids
Crawl under rocks to sleep, to calm your nerves
They have no where else to go. They fizzle out
Go forward at first light, not in circles though
Straight is better, I guess, when looking for success
Ponder strategies to defeat the foe
It has eleven fingers and no soul
Poison claws and jagged teeth, there to meet you
Storm the monster with your hands and feet
Surprise it with some candy treats
Bite off its ear as a distraction
Run faster for a chance to leave disaster
Estimate your chances for survival
Calculus is great to plot escape
Always use a protractor when confused
To measure the obtuse
Don't make mistakes. Don't rain. That's for nature
Don't go insane. Leave the forest the same way that you came
Scavenging squirrels search for acorns, scratching old stumps from trees.
Scampering up my sugar maple, they steal my bird feeder seeds.
Sleepy salamanders wake from their slumber to search on slippery stones for a spider lunch and a caterpillar filled home.
Pigeons flock together to peacefully perch on an church.
Puddles are for parched puppies who suffer a little thirst.
Ponds become a drink for blooming blossoming trees.
Patiently I’m waiting to plant petunia and poppy seeds
Rubbery rain boots donate dry feet.
Robin fledglings begin to eat.
Rain and sun meet as one,
making a ribbon of lovely hues,
arched green, yellow, and radiant blues.
Ribbit then repeat, frogs wake up to a
repetitive beat.
Imagine a katydid, butterfly or flea,
drinking sun warmed cinnamon tea !
If inchworms can measure a dragonfly’s wings,
imagine a butterfly that could really sing!
Indigo Buntings dipped in blue, grasshoppers and cicadas are their favorite food.
Nuthatch, a feathered acrobat that can climb upside down, and circle a tree around and around. On peanuts and cherries they love to dine, with conifers and prickly pines.
Nature welcomes spring with lovely bird songs, while tall grass hides a new spotted fawn.
Geese with long black necks eat gracefully from the ground, where berries and spring grass is now easily found. Larger than a duck but smaller than a swan.
Soon goslings will appear when wintertime is gone, singing proud, petite songs.
Written: May 31st, 2025, For contest: By Joseph May
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"The stars beckoned her song to reach the crescent moon."
A sonata spun in silver, diaphanous and light.
Carried by a midnight zephyr, an ambrosian tune,
Wriggling across the hushed empyreal night.
The moon, a velvety candle leaning up close,
Its smile was crescent-shaped and wide.
As echoes of her whispered melodies arose,
Riding a cosmic tide to carry them and slide.
The galaxies whirred their soporific refrain,
While celestial orbs danced in airy delight.
Her voice—a gossamer yarn in a monolithic domain,
Weaving melodies into the katabatic night.
Comets gyrated in glowing grace,
Dawdling garlands of smoldering flight.
With each glimmer, a vanishing trace,
A symphony streaked through the cyan night.
Nebulae blossomed in iridescent opal and gold,
Winks of wispy silver in twinkling glow.
Milky opals flowed in a zaffre, wispy fold,
Akin to jewels in tinselled rhapsodic flow.
The solar zephyr in a capricious swirl,
Canorous choirs filigreed, jewelled, in twilight.
Stars wove lyrical whispers on a weathered whirl,
Of songs nestling on a dogwood, a serene site.
Dawn rippled with refrains of silver melodic show,
A nymphic choir in June twilight, lilac—katydid.
Ripple as an aeolian harp in topaz of heat glow,
endless oracles, sighs of aches, lullaby—did.
The average person laughs 13 times a day
I laugh a lot more often than that
In fact I probably hold the world record
Maybe three or four times that in fact
A katydid hears through holes in its hind legs
You really must be trying to jazz me
What kind of dribble is that, you silly billy
A few bricks short of a load, I see
In Tokyo, apparently they sell toupees for dogs
Wonder if lady dogs wear padded bras
Didn't know doggies had an image problem
If you've seen one you've seen 'em all
There are more plastic flamingos in the United States
Than real ones, surely you jest
If you'd said more plastic people existed than real
Without doubt, I surely would've guessed
We North Americans average 600 sodas a year
With an average of 4 burps per can
That sure seems like a lot of foul smelling air
About 2,400 burps in a one year span
Collectively we eat 100 pounds of chocolate a second
That is surely like paradise divine
In 32 years, there are about one billion seconds
No wonder I'm so damn tired all the time
A company in Taiwan makes dinnerware out of wheat
So we can eat our plates when we're done
Charles Osborne had hiccups for more than 69 years
I'd go loopy, I'd just about come undone
A cockroach can live weeks with its head cut off
It dies from starvation, big surprise
10,000 birds die each year smashing into windows
Seems they have pretty poor eyes
© Jack Ellison 2015
The average person laughs 13 times a day
I laugh a lot more often than that
In fact I probably hold the world record
Maybe three or four times that in fact
A katydid hears through holes in its hind legs
You really must be trying to jazz me
What kind of dribble is that, you silly billy
A few bricks short of a load, I see
In Tokyo, apparently they sell toupees for dogs
Wonder if lady dogs wear padded bras
Didn't know doggies had an image problem
If you've seen one you've seen 'em all
There are more plastic flamingos in the United States
Than real ones, surely you jest
If you'd said more plastic people existed than real
Without doubt, I surely would've guessed
We North Americans average 600 sodas a year
With an average of 4 burps per can
That sure seems like a lot of foul smelling air
About 2,400 burps in a one year span
Collectively we eat 100 pounds of chocolate a second
That is surely like paradise divine
In 32 years, there are about one billion seconds
No wonder I'm so damn tired all the time
A company in Taiwan makes dinnerware out of wheat
So we can eat our plates when we're done
Charles Osborne had hiccups for more than 69 years
I'd go loopy, I'd just about come undone
A cockroach can live weeks with its head cut off
It dies from starvation, big surprise
10,000 birds die each year smashing into windows
Seems they have pretty poor eyes
Scratched music of hillbilly washboards
From the scraping wings of the Katydids
Aloft in the Oaks
Reborn each night just beyond dusk
After the cicadas finish their warmup act
The Katydid return is glorious
Their little sound so loud
It overwhelms
The alarms of main street stores a block over
And the roar of trucks on damnable nearby I-96
That never stops its pipeline of crashing deliveries
No matter the time
I don’t know why these green creatures
Went completely silent last season
But I missed their rickety noise and worried about them
And us
I tossed and turned sleepless
When the wind was stolen and driven just right through my windows
Maybe it was the masting grunts of acorns throughout that summer?
But the thumbnail insects have returned
More symphony than I’ve ever heard before
Finally I can fall asleep
As they strum their instruments under the applause of planets
Until 4:00 AM each morning
I read somewhere even insects go to sleep
Though they don’t have eyelids
Imagine them exhausted
Stuck
Staring out to their little narrow world of swaying branches
If only they knew what we know
The expanse they do not understand nor comprehend
As they dream
Of love and music and the cool brush of feathered trees
In a religion they call Warm Dark Summer Breeze.