Dabs of pink monstrosities
stained her torn buttlebees
while bitter tabblecurs
stabbed her bare knees.
She lay upon the forest floor
as death teased her sad head
and numbing poison
paralyzed her blackening limbs.
'Twill be this evening
'fore she's found
by a skilled nursemaid
whom drags her to tothermeld.
Days shall pass with torment
while the lass heals with
dallies of sonderlils
laced with summerlice.
She will lose one leg
yet she will rise with gratitude
and kiss the grundlesky morn.
I ll sing a song of Winter gales
its got us in its grip
everything from storm to ice
A Magpies solitary glance is all we need
The grey sleet
beating over hills
crouching for shelter
where the grass is scant
And Mother Nature has relented
refusing to play Nursemaid
As a poet we offer an elegy
to the Russet Sun of Summer
we had known
monarch lays her eggs
the milkweeds her nursery
and I her nursemaid
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*Doubly blessed, another female Monarch visiting my milkweeds
this morning, depositing her seeds of gold.
There’s no such thing as a free lunch
Waiter, hurry up with that brunch!
And tell my nursemaid to wax my toupee
Oh, barber be careful when you shave
You can’t have healthcare and your cake too
Be careful what you do
When you vote for a rotund feline
We wade in your tax money, it’s divine
Pull up your bootstraps Bobby
Oh, these handouts that you lobby!
You see, there’s no such thing as free
Not under my watch you see
See your rights all belong to me
Tee -hee!
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Upon the icy back of winter she rides unnoticed, like your shadow in midday sunlight
She bides her time while secretly infusing warmth into the frozen earth below. Like a Nursemaid she feeds and nurture off springs. Shhh...hear the stirrings of the new growth awakening!
the warm earth parts
for the tulips's first leaf --
gentle rain
Quietly, gentle rain and warm sunrays twinning, absorb, sustain and enhance life. Soft mist is disperse in midair, cascading gently, they land like crystal dew drops on lush green grass. Soon, the rabbit and hare in search of food and water will run through these fields assured that the never ending circle of life will continue.
young ones thirsting
Sip soft crystal dew drops--
Blooming smiles
~*~
Goodness Gracious!
My classmates are all hot messes,
They all managed to get cookie crumbs
all over their dresses,
They have warped into little monsters!
Attacking snacks as if they were Edward
Scissorhands,
I can't bear to look,
Their antics are repulsive man,
Please stop the presses and the publicity!
Someone needs to show these kids how to
eat,
How can anyone go from enjoying a meal,
to being the most notorious violators
of fine cuisine...?
There is no peeling, patting or baking
involved, so why is it so hard to partake
politely, without being ghastly and unsightly?
Goodness Gracious!
It is such a turn off when youngsters act like
complete slobs,
I wonder how they would fare eating pasghetti
in globs? Or cotton candy melting by the millisecond?
They would probably need a Nursemaid......
I reckon.
Humble,bumble bee
One season's life,fly free
Working the summer scene
Unless crowned,as May Queen
Sometime cousin cuckoo,comes to stay
Her offspring eggs to lay
A nursemaid,then,Spring to Fall
'Til Winter's death knell,calls
the lake sits glassy and smooth
songbirds of noon
have long since retired
in their place sound shrill chirp
squawk and croon
faded peach and blue,
diffuse light yet left,
spread their peaceful, off-tint hues
while mortal reds lighten and bloom;
this is a place to die.
unlike the bleach bright White
of a temporary cot and room:
this is a place to be consumed
by patchwork green,
and the ponderous weight of night
to relax the coil and tangles
of the knotted life I choose;
this is a place to die
drowse enchanted
lose my sturdy suit and tie.
I will trade for the industrial tomb
these womblike evergreens
to play nursemaid and tray-in
the last cups of clean dusk air
quietly.
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