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Last year, I was putting up new curtains
Adding new rugs to my trailer
Taking chances on bright and bold colors
All the glories of new beginnings
Last year, I was adding to my Tupperware
New bowls, happy and vivid
To keep all the good feasts I’d made
In hopes of serving them with dinner
Last year, I was encouraging my husband
To plant new bulbs in the garden
All the daffodils, crocus and lilies I love
Inspiring my heart, soul and spirit
Last year, I was adding sofa cushions
With verses inspirational and kind
Little additions to the living room couch
Awaiting my guest’s appreciation
Last year, I was filling my cupboards
With new pots, pans and dishes
Making my kitchen seem all new again
Welcoming the luxuriant spices
Last year, I was using my skills as a wife
To experience the nesting experiences
November 5, 2019
Last Year's Nests Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
The Rich Soil Which Yields My Food
Making a living from the earth is tough hard work and it is often done in extreme conditions. The shimmering rays passing through the open bedroom window awakens me with the warmth of the sun on my face. Lying a little longer enjoying the comfort of my bed, looking out the window before my day begins, enjoying the view of the blue sky while the clouds slowly move forming shapes. The light creeps through the leaves like water in a running stream through rocks. Listen to the gentle rustle movements of the leaves enjoying the cool morning breeze and the singing of the nesting birds in the trees in soothing harmony. My dog runs and jumps on my bed with some snuggles and a slight whimper to get me to rise to another long, tedious, exhausting, hard working day that’s ahead of me.
work morning till night
hustle behind a tractor
numbing exhausting
A farm takes pride in and being passionate about growing crops. It takes a special person to be a farmer.
farmers taking pride
rich crop triumph of hard work
always gives back more
© Eve Roper 7/28/2015
All winter long I have thought of spring,
and now it is here and I want to sing;
so in the woods I go adventuring,
I do not walk- no, I go waltzing.
All around me song birds are chirping,
and delicate baby ferns are creeping;
soon, I come a blue stream murmuring,
where many wildflowers are unfurling.
All winter long I have dreamt of spring,
I lay on grass under a sun blazing;
in a tree above I see a bird wing,
a love pair are busy, busy nesting.
I daydream to the sound of twittering,
until a sweet hummingbird comes to cling;
on a pretty yellow daisy blooming,
and I ponder beside water babbling.
All winter long I have thought of spring,
I explore until the sun is fading;
and with a sigh I turn for home whistling,
oh, this spring day has be so calming.
________________________
March 13, 2018
Poetry/Monorhyme/For Spring, I Sing
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1003-626-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Pink cotton candy striated clouds
Intermingle with blue
Lure the artist to observe painting
Upon a canvas true
Distant doves sing a summer song
Happy to raise a large brood
Soon they'll be independent
Seeking out their own food
Life goes in circles, birds nesting
In places they were born
Some families never leaving
Hold onto land plant corn
The sun never failing man
Rises each day to warm
Today it rises fire ball red
Warning of impending storm
The canvas is painted a little
Different each day
No two exactly alike
For the earth doesn't stay
The earth's rotation brings change
Near and far to the sun
Slowly changing positions
Keeping life, having fun
Now the sun is golden glowing
Just above the tree tops
Its heat will be scorching too soon
Destroying unwatered crops
Just a few minutes out on the porch
Time for spirit renewal
How it prepares my inner needs
Helps my spirit fights duels
Written: Tuesday, July 28, 2015
The thaw was in full force,
washing the sleepers from the Mothers eyes;
sand scouring her cheeks with a babies blush
whisking the leafy crumbs from the corners of her lips
as it chattered down the stream bed.
From the highland where it begins, nearest the sun;
sparrow song fills the air and robins red breasts pair.
Brittle branches snap, twigs unite with winter grass
making nesting down for finch chicks.
Lavender blue crocus, fairy eyed peek at the morn
winter beds now color bursting less forlorn.
Children, milk white, cream, and coffee
rosie cheeks warming in spring light squeal
in playgrounds on squeaky swings and toasty slides.
The thaw in full force, as undisturbed
by the still chill nights, as the pebble in the stream
longing for the voyage.
I was a marvelous ophthalmologist, impacting how others saw this world,
As tomorrow one day sees yesterday, on lanes where hued leaves swirled.
I corrected hazy, crazy vision problems, with eyeglasses and with surgery;
Like a second look, evoked by raspberry rose, to verify beauty's certainty.
I also did frequent research, on hidden causes and cures for eye disease;
Just as reasons for rainbows and stardust, lay hidden in nature mysteries.
I had once studied cosmetology, and I loved the art of applying makeup;
And I never left home without it, like opening red tulip, at sunrise wakeup.
Friends fascinated like fire opals, bringing fetching colors into a vibrant life;
And we relished flaming, flamboyant Fridays, under maroon skies of strife.
Flavorful fruits were fanatically ripening, when feel-good family visited me.
Fiery red raspberries and fat blueberries, fell beneath puff clouds, so pretty.
I lived in the house of sudden mists, in oranges, pinks, purple and scarlet,
Where any day could be right for lovely visions, before the sky grew starlit.
Snap peas and sweet potatoes grew in the gardens, along my sunny street,
In days of searing, scarlet sun salutes, and gold hours of pause and repeat.
Nearby noon gave nectarine notice, as neighborly neighbors came visiting,
When green nature bore a heatwave, like the nesting woodpecker, knocking.
Pink fairy wings bloomed fantasy gardens, as the yellow tiger lilies roared;
And the dragon lulus breathed fire, like ardor cooling for one, once adored.
Brain cacti meditated summer greenery, whilst toad lilies attracted insects;
And pink bottlebrushes swept away sad blues, scrubbing aside dour defects.
I was attending a Fourth of July cook out, hosted by the fondest of families;
But the makeup I'd ordered was late, forcing me to put aside pure vanities!
By the time I left for the plum, pleasant party, I was feeling oddly liberated;
And family and friends did not notice my lack, like stars, clouds obliterated.
I had a lovely time that rosy day, when martins sang like the Fourth of July,
Amidst mauve festivity and lemon sunshine, and bellflowers ringing nearby!
The lesson I learned that vivid day, is to glam up or not, according to mood,
For people are still loveable either way, like faint dawn moon, briefly viewed.
Many moons ago, in my ascendancy
Males weaned themselves from dependency
At age 18, adults, full-blown on our own
No more nesting, Momma Bee, in your honeycomb
You'd bought your first car; you took care of it too
No one could tell you where to go, what to do
So many, these days, not even licensed to drive
Independence for them has yet to arrive
We checked in with our 'rents,* why maybe once a week *parents
Hi, Mom, back from the hospital; Doc set my broken cheek
These days, it seems no span of ten minutes ever's spanned
Without Little Johnny telling Mommy all of his plans
From breast milk to devices -- to Mommy, boys are forever attached
Better take her with you in your coffin, when you are dispatched
refuge
I spot two ducks
and using my fancy
I picture them in nesting mode
more ducks
meadow
mankind’s playground
humans on a picnic
strangely frightened, left in a rush.
litter
mid-stream
kids formed a dam
in the years past and gone
a safe place for spawning catfish
shelter
forest
tall evergreens,
fragrant pine-needle floor
has become wild creatures’ heartland
haven
white clouds
no sign of rain
people no longer come
what may be hiding in the woods?
wonder
refuge
mankind’s playground
in the years past and gone
has become wild creatures’ heartland
wonder
April 6, 2023
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The Bahama Oriole
our Bahamian coconut bird
is the crown gem of our Androsian coast
soaring from Morgan's Bluff to Mars Bay
where their elegance
of yellow and black are treasured
The Bahama Oriole
our Bahamian coconut bird
is the dream endemic of our naturalists
where you can take your scopes and binoculars
and see them nesting on our coconut palms
When you come to The Bahamas
to visit our coconut birds
they will only roam the skies
of our sleeping giant in the north
where you can hear
the sounds and calls
of their majestic voices
echoing the atmosphere
near the forests and coastlands
The Bahama Oriole
our Bahamian coconut bird
is the hidden gem of Andros Island
whether you spot them in Nicholl's Town
Staniard Creek or Mangrove Cay
* Note: The Bahama Oriole is one of 6 endemic species of birds found in The Bahamas. They are nicknamed The "Coconut Bird" by the locals due to their preferences to nest in coconut palms.They can only be found on the Island of Andros, which is the largest island of The Bahamas
Bloated bubbly beauty
Sightly sensuous sexy
Dizzy dazzle dangling
Picture puzzle prompting
Loiter lofty laughter
Moments misty matter
Timeless touching treasures
Motive meeting measures
Structure succinct story
Senses spreading silly
Effort erring endless
Sightings speaking senseless
Awkward actions appoint
Jumpy jealous joy joints
Nonsense nesting nothing
Blossoms bringing blessings
Teasing touchy troubles
Ripples rooming rubbles
Poetry puzzles primal
Rushing rivers rival
Fuzzy feelings floating
Buzzy bumpy breathing
Leon Enriquez
03 May 2016
Singapore