Nature Rhyme Poems

To arms! Many arms were waving, wildly flailing in the air
Incensed as if there'd been bowling pins missed for a spare
Screaming and ranting about things...

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It's a furnace of coal.
A dark night of my soul!
It's a bottomless well.
It's as unsafe as hell.

It's power in fullness.
It's death in absurdness.
I can't, from...

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I was saved by quiet things—
The rustle of the morning breeze,
The way the robin spreads its wings,
The golden drift of autumn leaves.

I was saved by...

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The water from the blow hole spewed.
     It’s hard to believe what then ensued.
       ...

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The clouds are swirling in the wind,
Unique designs appear within.
An artist’s brush could be the air,
For many forms are found up there.

Look up there, it’s...

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Since the elderly king greatly loved music, his court esteemed it, too;
As sun and moon smile on myriad colors, during the butterfly revue.

The king was...

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Jumping timelines, 
Creating this design, 
Weaving a web to combine, 
Multiples of beings that shine, 
While I intertwine with the Divine, 
Bringing them all on...

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Look down at me 
From thy beak
Give me thou crow like stare
Feed my fear 
With darkened glare
Feathers erased by air

Pages many
Thy secrets held
Our hubris was...

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Fortunate failure of fallacy and regret
Contortionist cartoonist illustrating what id like to forget
Proportions of misfortune that I have to measure then reject
Insubordinate illusions of what...

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Written: July 7, 2025, for a contest sponsored by Edward Ibeh

Quote: "Lose yourself completely, return to the root of the root of your own soul,"...

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I gave a seed a little jacket
Now, in harsh weather, he can hack it. 
When the sun begins to show,
and it's time for him to...

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The fish needs the anemone; the anemone, the fish 
The pollen needs to be the bumble bee’s most precious wish
There’s fishes that frequent the mouths...

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May we all be blessed to watch and listen to the birds…
singing from their branches as the day’s about to start…
because I guarantee watching and...

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We are accustomed to a variety birds who, after we fill our feeders, find a way
to fly up, perch a while and have a snack...

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Bejeweled flyers
chatting away merrily
singing harmony to a silent sentient God
Maybe they're trapped in indigo agony
shaking our toxins from their beaks.
What do they think of the...

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