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Ragwort Poems - Poems about Ragwort


Premium Member Garden
...pernicious weeds a metaphor for wild growth inside my mind and soul dandelion mating with brambles wild cats’ rampant Rubus grinding teeth and thorns reason guides the trowel for emotion......

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Categories: ragwort, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Weeding
...I remember only too well when years ago and once more the clouds of my mind and soul hung way below the horizon pernicious weeds took well to it infested my brain grew roots and shooters obs......

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Categories: ragwort, depression,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member Indigestion
...the bridge he needed to cross was overgrown with tangled thicket’s brush ragwort and giant hogweed littered the pernicious path to his own progress of perspectives and the slow death from stag......

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Categories: ragwort, courage,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Miracle
...The once magnificent garden had become a paradise of weeds towering high Ragwort and dandelion shedding their seeds took over the lonely asylum Rakes shears shovels and secateurs rested where T......

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Categories: ragwort, love,
Form: Free verse
Haikai - Haiku
... the cinnabar moth a summer diurnal one check out the ragwort peppermint stands mint moths' abundant tiny summer potatoes a rambling rose buds showing waiting to burst a flowerfl......

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Categories: ragwort, nature,
Form: Haiku



A Half Hour of My Life
...Common names that you might know, from the top down, dronefly or hover fly and flower fly too, a bee mimic its larvae are gardeners friends, in the middle, yes, it surrounds a rambling ro......

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Categories: ragwort, nature,
Form: Free verse
Tiddles
...“Can you smell something burning,” Dad frowned and I said “Yeah.” It had the smell of cooking meat, as well as burning hair, Dad stopped the truck, lifted the bonnet… “Blimey look at that!” Someth......

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Categories: ragwort, cat, farm, joy, mum,
Form: Rhyme
Cutting Down Trees
...As kids we called it Springsure’s Hill, A wonderful place to hone our skill, Playing in scrub till light was gone Hide and seek with my brother Ron. We knew the birds; they knew us too, Bellbi......

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Categories: ragwort, environment,
Form: Lyric

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