Oh, peaceful sentinel of green,
With sweeping boughs and leafy screen!
Most trees provide a tranquil shade,
For picnickers in any glade
But you, O Willow, choose to smite,
And pummel passersby all night!
While common willows gently weep,
You cause the very bones to leap!
With one swift swish, you wreck a car,
And launch a Ford into a star.
You care not for a bird or bee,
An equal-opportunity brute tree.
You guard a dark and secret door,
Where furry friends pace on the floor.
A gentle poke upon your bark
Will freeze you silent in the dark,
A magic trick of wood and limb,
To keep your temper rather trim!
So hail the violent, twisted wood!
Misunderstood, yet understood.
The only tree, we must agree,
That strikes right back at botany!
Since the wild sweep of the waves
Of Tsunami
It will be a long long time
Before the pebbles shine again
Let the moss gathered, they said
Let the sun's heat gathered, they said
Let the wind's erosion gathered, they said
It will be a long long time
Before the picnickers come
To pick them up
Amongst the shore
At the tips of the mourning waves
In Central Park the crowds were out,
New York in all its glory,
With bikers, walkers, picnickers –
The same old weekend story.
The horses clip-clopped on the road,
With carriages of tourists
While singers sang with microphones
And bands without (the purists).
But always there is something new –
Today, some art creations,
Including projects for the kids
With paint or drawing stations.
What caught my eye, though, were two birds
Which shared a single goal –
To fly into a tree trunk
And to exit through a hole.
I guess there was a hidden nest
Tucked right inside the tree,
Another sighting in the park
To bring delight to me.
SUMMER WITCH HAIKU
Husband bite your tongue.
Mother'n law comes visiting
threatens not to leave.
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BUCKS COUNTY PICNIC AT DELAWARE CANAL HAIKU
Picnickers are there
bridge from nowhere to nowhere
haven't got a care
nap beneath the trees
Nockamixon Palisades
dreaming birds and bees
light flashes below
as the water streams along
in its summer song
orange cotton dress
hiding from the boys who stare
all they do is guess.
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QUICKY LUBE HAIKU
Faster than the eye
just a lick as going by
Quicky Booby Lube.
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© RON WILSON aka vee bdosa the Doylestown poet
Walk along the river bank, lined with poplar trees,
Listen to the birds that sing their sweet melodies,
Mothers pushing strollers pause, to the humming bees,
A juggler keeps balls aloft, while on bended knees,
On the pond, pompous swans gracefully glide with ease,
Men in caps, meet on benches, enjoying coffees,
Children feed corn to hungry ducks, with quacking pleas,
Couples stroll the promenade, smiling in the breeze,
Picnickers open baskets of fruit, wine and cheese,
Playful dogs off leashes, catching flying frisbees,
Joggers pound the pavement, in shorts and sporty tees,
A beautiful day, to bask in eighty degrees.
January 15, 2017 Monorhyme for contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Silver dusts fall from the sky at night,
winter dances ballet with the wind as a partner,
His white suit radiates and shines so bright,
His swift movements send out cozy waves making me greener,
Then comes autumn with her spectacular display,
Her classical steps coincide with her colorful outfits,
Her exhilarating moves make the trees to call for a replay,
and the audience stands on their feet from their seats,
Clouds rumble and the sky applauds as spring comes out,
And he tap-danced all around with vigor to the end,
making young seedlings,larvae and flowers to mount and sprout,
As he tangoed with the rain,the sea and earth cannot pretend,
Summer dances blues and high-life with harmattan without restrain,
as beach lovers,children and picnickers hum and sing along,
Mutual chemistry co-existing with torrid climate without pain,
These wonderful displays and rhythms make love so...so...strong.
The contrast of the
bluest sky to be
and the crispest green
seen. Make one enjoy
the colors between.
From the petals,
whites thru indigos.
Robins red; Grey
squirrely fellows.
Outside you'll
find enough
to inspire.
Brightest
desires.
Spring.
Now
Summers
here.
The sunshine
beckons all
to appear.
Wave hit beaches
invite feet's splash.
Woodlands call fourth
picnickers cache.
Families spend time
together amidst
clear warm days, into
short nights. Sharing their
laughter with delight.
Sun releases grip,
days light compresses.
Winds cool relief to
heat that oppresses.
Colors wane begins,
from brightest greens
of spring to shades
of golds and reds.
Browns of the dead.
Fresh harvest
abounds with
a bounty
of thanks
from all.
Fall!
Cold
sets in.
Darkness's
hold begins.
Colors hide
beneath the
snows white covers.
There's beauty as
each flake hovers.
Each is unique
in size and shape but
together unite
as one. Same is true
for those who snuggle
until Winters done.
Twilight blinks with street lights illuminating as it gets dark,
it gets dark as the sun disappears and the air gets cooler,
the air gets cooler as saturated sea breeze blows through,
Through the forest and sea shores as picnickers enjoy this,
Enjoy this pleasant smell of flowers,roasted meats and fish,
Roasted meats and fish from barbecue stands of beach lovers,
Lovers move hand-in-hand enjoying the sea waves and tide,
And tide increases as the new moon appears slowly,
Slowly darkness approaches with sound from*objects of nature,
Sounds from*objects of nature buzzing through the silent night,
The silent night brings relaxation from stress and tension,
Stress and tension cured by fun and pleasures in the twilight.
*Objects of nature e.g crickets,tadpoles,frogs,birds,horns of vehicles etc...
Olusegun Arowolo Date:08-11-2012
Contest:"Wreath on the Flavor of Dusk" sponsored by Nette Onclaud
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