groundsel
forget-me not
my pretty spurge
mere fools parsley
sowing thistles
a
dead nettle
leaving such
bitter cress
a scentless mayweed
in a field of pansy
O scarlet pimpernel
a dan-de-iion
black
as nightshade
a common poppy
speedwell
my wild radish my fat hen
penny crest
in a sheperd's
purse
haiku
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a fledgeling starling
came to the pond to quench thirst
a koi carp jumped
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no butterflies
a white tailed bumblebee queen
mint moths abundant
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hen blackbird
feeding newly hatched chicks
wasps succumbed to rain
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flower fly hovers
over greater speedwell
forget-me-not blooms
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midges chance their luck
my white lilac turned to seed
bird cherries ripen
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on my garden bench
recording observations
shirt off sunbathing
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moss once roof attached
lay scattered on the footpath
spring storm has its way
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a little cracker
a joy... birds shelling peanuts
the squirrels' hoard them
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senryu
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Trump feeds the birds
then shoots or traps them... frugal
no a wicked man
Pink joy sweet smell,
Love in a nutshell
Adorable, Ezzelle.
Fortune upon us fell.
We sang lullabies, noel.
“The Farmer in the Dell”
Your fears, we did dispel.
Harvested flowers: speedwell.
Time toddled, picking bluebell.
Curiosity played in the stairwell.
Your hurts we cared for well.
School days propel.
Bosoms swell.
Rebellions quell.
Cheers yell.
Amid noble dreams, you dwell.
College! Farewell.
Time will tell.
Choose well wedding bell.
Let God within you dwell.
Love living; live well.
Grow strong, pink pastel.
Mother loves you, my sweet belle.
© May 30, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
The Heavens Shine God’s Glory
From the glory of God shines life-giving light.
Absorbed by the strong and the weak.
And His golden glow warms from above,
Providing nourishment each life must seek.
Speedwell thrives, as does each yellow rose,
Because of the creator's wise designs.
And the sun shines down to rejuvenate
Living things as it has all through times.
From the heavens above, each cloud smiles,
The sun rays pass through, shining down.
And the yellow rose with its golden sheen
Bears a thorny, beautiful crown.
And so it is each day begins here upon the earth.
God above welcomes the living, giving each day new birth.
Still waters rage from the depths of hell.
The fiery furnaces’ forces propel.
No longer shall earth see speedwell or bluebell.
The cleansing fire has begun its deadly smell.
God’s created earth now feels its decadence.
Evil “ate” souls because men remained entranced.
Loosing self-restraint forced choosing right askance.
Strength and righteousness have lost their stance.
Azure dreams heap memories upon the seas.
White foam salts man’s wounds; usurped powers seize.
Disguised deceit winks on submerged marquees.
Lost freedom divides, crashes, burning jetties.
Unsuspecting factions can barely believe
How quickly schemes conceived deceive faith…naïve.
Smokey clouds hover as righteous ways leave.
The eye of God watches the faithless bereave.
Prophecies and signs help the faithful endure.
The earth rips asunder from places obscure.
The cleansing fire shall a paradise procure.
Freed by God’s begotten son, our Savior.
Written for Paula Swanson’s Contest – Blind Faith
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
May 22, 2010
Poetic form: Quatrain
Sticthchwort,speedwell,celandine
Sprinkled in the dew
Jostle in the rain,with feverfew-
Cowslips ,delicate as lace
Evidence God's grace