Someday my soul shall fly to regions beyond
The confines of this earth’s miserable façade
I’ll know what until now has not yet dawned,
The first time I’ll be touching the face of God.
Behind the mysteries of the universe venture
Opening those vistas of incredible magnitude,
In what shall be my most elaborate adventure
Unhindered by this broken body’s low latitude.
For I shall have escaped the restrictions of life
Temporal and transitory, for ethereal reality,
Someday, somewhere, where there’s no strife
I shall be utterly free of all restricting lethality,
Roaming unrestricted through Eden’s loosestrife
Once again together with my beautiful wife.
Written October 27, 2022
Categories:
loosestrife, adventure, heaven, lost love,
Form: Sonnet
The meadow is calling me with freshness galore
New leaves are popping out on the maple trees,
Small animals are stirring around once more
The scent of spring flowers floats on the breeze.
My afternoon stroll is full of wondrous adventure
Watching Mother Nature bring everything to life,
Beginning my day without criticism or censure
Walking ‘midst the pink milkweed and tall loosestrife.
The creek is running to the brim with melted snow
Washing away the autumn’s dried sticks and leaves
Where the flotsam and jetsam go, I don’t know,
But burbling sounds remind of nature’s recitatives.
I shall stop short of the woodland this afternoon
Where larger animals watch with jaundiced eye,
Not wanting to disturb the flurry of activity’s boon
Or to cause newly-nesting birds to startle and fly.
Written April 15, 2022
Categories:
loosestrife, nature, spring,
Form: Quatrain
Strolling through the meadow in early spring
Butterflies and honeybees are arriving,
Fresh growth appearing on all the perennials
Clearly the natural undergrowth is thriving,
Promising shelter for the smallest creatures
Perfect wildlife sanctuary in my neighborhood,
I spot some adventuresome critters about
Think about Mother Nature, and how she is good.
Some new fencing, I thought might be trouble
Isn’t interfering with the movement of wildlife,
The pathway I choose has not been blocked
There is much evidence of healthy loosestrife,
To my sweet meadow new birds have flocked
Such a glorious place cannot be overstocked.
HONORABLE MENTION
Written March 30, 2022
"New Writes Anything" poetry contest"
All Poetry
April 17, 2022
Categories:
loosestrife, animal, flower, growth, nature,
Form: Sonnet
purple wildflowers
loosestrife patch of pulse perfume
lonely walkabout
too cool for songbirds to sing
the whisper of dulcet things
4/1/2020
Categories:
loosestrife, flower,
Form: Tanka
Spring is in the air
I feel it; I swear!
A gentle touch only felt
when Spring is waking
and Winter's breaking;
as snow and ice start to melt.
Geese start flocking north,
for Spring calls them forth.
And songbirds are on their way;
lured back by fresh blooms
as trees don costumes,
and flowers from Spring's bouquet.
Dandelions grow
wherever winds blow.
Weaving carpets of yellow
atop fields of green;
creating a scene
as mellow as a cello.
When Winter winds stray
Sol's light stretches day,
and color comes back to life.
Spring is everywhere;
new smells scent the air,
like fields of purple loosestrife.
Categories:
loosestrife, 10th grade, beautiful, image,
Form: Verse
A day wherein to wake warm sun to drench,
while it hangs temptingly reaching nature's
ravenous hunger only sun doth quench.
As warm in wild or tame heart leal creatures.
Benign spring upon buds slowly open,
sweeping gold hay-field and purple loosestrife,
songs among branches, cool wind unspoken
sounds descend on restoration of life.
A wee girl in white chiffon Easter dress,
flower hat with embroidery and lace.
Dulcet music ring throughout the church, bless
celebration of life and loving grace.
Spring and Easter bring forth new life from death.
Jesus resurrection, in heaven's breath.
3/13/2019
Poetry Contest: Spring sonnet
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Loosestrife is a common name for plants within two different genera:
Lythrum- Lysimachia
leal- loyal and honest.
Categories:
loosestrife, blessing, celebration, death, easter,
Form: Sonnet
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land... a barren waste
the seven seas, future steam
climate warming
a weed to thee
the scarlet pimpernel
forget-me-not
primroses
yellow sapphires... light banks
there are no shadows
the only animal
to live in hope... humans
reality rules
building on mountains
in hope... they will not slide
false security
knelt before lava
red hot devastation... flows
what were they... fools
sundogs... to see one...
you never will, there multi
refracted suns
hurricanes monsters
tornadoes can drop in two
dust devils chase you
hungry desert sands
have swallowed many cities
still... we have not learned
wonders... tomorrows...
used to be surprises... wows...
we wait... knowing
the king of hearts
a rampant gigolo beguiles
milfs welcome
Himalayan balm
white coated bumblebees
purple loosestrife
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Categories:
loosestrife, nature,
Form: Haiku
Ode to Flowers
Praise to our God for such as one of these,
raised forth to give out beauty in the sun.
A throng of glories basking in the breeze,
the flower kingdom’s parade has begun.
So many times, we seek their eye appeal,
to warm the heart and send a song of love,
or scent a room with sweet morbidity.
Their rainbow colors fill our lives with zeal.
A precious gift endowed from up above,
a field of flowers, waving like the sea.
With petals soft and nature's own perfume,
their fleeting beauty must be caught and loved.
For all too soon some fade in heat of June,
unless a sterner constitution made of.
The honeybee migrates in morning rounds.
At night in spring their ether fills the air.
A flower trembles to the beat of life,
lifting spirits that have sunken down,
spreading seeds of like kind for the next year.
God bless them all like the hyssop loosestrife.
3/29/17
Categories:
loosestrife, beauty, flower,
Form: Ode
I follow the track with a spectacular view,
into a wood with its carpet blue.
A winding path to the field below
through an ancient green lane where primroses grow.
I watch a swallow swoop and pass
above a meadow lush with grass.
Quench my thirst in dapple shade
midst waving stalks which seed,then fade.
Homeward I wend in loosestrife knee high
alongside a stream trickled dry.
Categories:
loosestrife, nature
Form: Pastoral