Short Foxgloves Poems

tiger skins within
proudly open their mouths wide ...
perplexed honeybees


14 March 2022...

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The droop of purple foxgloves lift.
The uptick of balm a gift.
The shape of eyes suddenly shifts
On the brooding workplace clock.

4/27/2019...

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Freshly liberated from an overgrown bushy trail,
I saw myself skimming waist-deep in Lavender,
Sentries to the rear, Hollyhocks, and Foxgloves,
Bougainvillea to the left and, to the right of me,
Chose a meadow of Prairie Smoke and Daisies,
Held at a water lily pond airs Rainbow butterfly....

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Their petals feel like velvet
And they prance down a line
Looking like miniature bells
Foxgloves, beautiful foxgloves!

I hide in their meadow
Hoping to never be discovered
Others can do the wash and the cooking
I am studying vegetation

I am a biologist
I am a geologist
I am a scientist
Sister can do the laundry, not me, never me....

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These garden escapes, hardy stalwarts,
have legged it from the border -
they have said goodbye to the shade-loving ferns
and broken free from the boundary wall
to seed in chippings, chesil slack,
a no-man's land by the standing trucks
blushing like children at the station box
who trespass for kicks in forbidden plots,
the place moire beautiful than ever before
because of their bright bravado....

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In search of peace
the free hand was inflicting casualities.
The kids were buried like insects in a rubble.

Step by step in speculation
the streets were livid with rustic murals
of splintered blood on walls.

The foxgloves had lobbed rockets
on tall heads. Beleaguered
eyes nailed to fire.

I am watching you my art,
to witness the agony of man.
Burn,burn my cupped hands with snatched words.


SATISH VERMA...

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Foxgloves and dogwood, oh my! 

Playing in the garden, 

When no one else is looking

Having such a great time, 

Foxgloves they are so sly 

Dogwood so excitable, 

Dancing together 

And so colourful, 

Filling the garden 

With mischief and magically 

Bring to life all of natures beauty, 

The foxgloves and dogwood, oh my!

They are both amazing too me,

Both are as mischievous as can be....

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In search of peace
the free hand was inflicting casualities.
The kids were buried like insects in a rubble.

Step by step in speculation
the streets were livid with rustic murals
of splintered blood on walls.

The foxgloves had lobbed rockets
on tall heads. Beleaguered
eyes nailed to fire.

I am watching you my art,
to witness the agony of man.
Burn,burn my cupped hands with snatched words.


SATISH VERMA...

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Floral Fantasies

    forsythia fields
    fragrant flowering foxgloves ~
    flourishing fern fronds


Grandiflora

    garden gatherings
    glorious gardenias ~
    gated greenery


Hilltop Heights

    hallowed hideaway
    heavenly heathered highlands ~
    halcyon haven




Let the Pens Flow - Alliteration Haiku
Sponsored by Jenish Somadas
Posted on July 19th 2020...

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a  song is charming,
And so are you;
my darling
Orchids are white,
And so you're sweet as a summer flower
The effect is dazzling,
as your eyes;
my darling
Foxgloves in hedges,
Unfeathered angles surround the farm
Heads are bald,
And so are your arms.
pretty are your eyes      
the effect is dazzling,
And your smile.
White  of blue is beautiful,
Just like you
As I sing to you my charming song

7/15/19

Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019...

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