Short Marigolds Poems
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merry marigolds,
and I, meditate in sun.
to a big, lawnmower’s vibes
4/19/2022>
pretty flowers grown
marigolds, daffodils rose
all bloom flowers grows
9/17/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr, © 2018
ruffled marigolds showing off their petticoats
hollyhock rivals promenade into the center of the garden
the dance off of the century
Marigolds, the tint of molten sun,
Battled with the aphid horde, and won,
Routing them with pungent, putrid stink,
Beautiful to see…not smell…I think.
modest in stature, yet
meaningful to many.
Mystically adorning
multiple cultures, its
motif varying from
mourning to offering,
misfortune to blessing.
Moon sparks float above the
meadow of golden blooms,
mimicking marmalade
mists of healing, and the
magical muse of a
mellow field, adorned with
mosaic hues of hope.
I was always enraged at twelve
mother forced me to plant marigold seeds
their bright green sprouts made me smile
ruffled and perky with oranges and yellows
they uplifted me
I
Beans amaze for giving
As do marigolds, maize, corn
One seed uncoils worlds
II
How to think multiverse
Humans are - feelings fool us:
Seeds: one & many, past & future
doditsu
Nature knows that smell forbids.
Aphids avoid marigolds.
Match for a reflex magnet
in your berry patch.
March 9, 2011
It's a Do-Do kinda day, by Francine Roberts
Morning sunrise showers
momentum of gold bliss
meandering brightly at
mountain and valley’s skirts
making winged critters
marvelously dance with
mother nature’s richness.
On a cold winters day,
Looking out my window,
I only see the humble Marigold on display,
To lift the winter shadow,
That spoils my day,
As the sun gives off only a paltry glow.
peacock struts among ruffled gold marigolds
preening his gorgeous aqua feathers tinged with cobalt
the plain brown peahens flutter about, hoping to catch his attention
the farmer smiles
Blooming like friendship,
marigolds, from their opera box,
straighten their green neckties,
clap their golden hands together
as the curtain slowly rises
for the greatest show on Earth.
Marigolds bloom for you,
Morning light breaking through,
Memories old, yet true,
Marking paths we've once crossed,
Majesty never lost,
Mirrors of love’s soft glow,
Mellowing hearts, we grow.
Waking up, I was blinded by the radiant, yellow sun rays;
I witnessed with awe a splendid sunrise
rising over a field of marsh marigolds...
more astonished than a true believer, I praised Him twice!
Folding in the flowers
in the basket in my mind
layering the poppies
with the marigolds and vines
eyes like sweet forget me nots
gazing at the moon,
gleaning through our garden
on a memory in June.
I am elusive
Flitting
Flying
Barely landing
Delighting
Decorating flowers
Silently
With faerie wings
But not a faerie
Loving lilacs
Delighting in marigolds
Prancing delicately on violets.
Who am I?
garden gnome Jim loved the marigolds especially
And the sunflowers of course, and petunias, luckily
He tended the garden, every day, admiring each berry
Occasionally sneaking a radish, rose, or a strawberry.
A rose.
Atonement for-
all the thorns.
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I will gather-
all the poems. For anointing
your memory.
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Where the sun
hides, I will paint a
field of marigolds.
Satish Verma
they've captured sunshine
a vast sea of waving blooms
yellow orange gold
a noontime vision
with the bluebirds and robins
scarlet butterflies
tiffany blue skies
and the beauty of chaos
a green green summer
A distraught driver drove to Dover
Running roughshod in his Rover,
Crushing cultivated clover,
Mangling marigolds, moreover,
Pancaking progeny of plover.
Liquor-laden lies to lover;
Outcome: outed, ousted, over.
Fitting
Tic tac toe
Marigolds
Loose fitting dialysis
Pidgin toe
Skeptical
Aromatic bowling ball
Sheep ba baba-volleying hair ball
5/31/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Harold loved marigolds, his favourite flower
One day he ate some and they tasted quite sour
So that was the end
Of his passion, my friends
After that, he only ate roses with carrots and cauliflower
Fuschia petals fragrant so sweet
Lillies so thrilling white as foam of sea
Orange marigolds dancing in wind
Weeping willow with roses for friends
Elegant succulent flowers of cactus
Red flowers romantic for love
ladybugs f l u t t e r
in fields of f r e n c h marigolds
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