Facing down this fence-line's threat
As dismissively
A battalion, a border-land's
With cocked gun, o'erstep
Oxeye daisy; white clover.
As mothy-medalled.
Though unique for an invasion;
Paced for peace whose pep!
I hope my mother remembers
To think of me
When she sees a girl
Who wants to be free
She’s so perfectly thin
Smiling through the pain
Of stretching her skin
So the goes away
hunger
I hope my mother knows
I did this too
And she sees my hair
That I would rather chew
Than eat a crumb
Of bread or sweets
She might call me dumb
So she
won’t know
I hope my mother remembers
To think of me
On the bathroom floor
I hope she hears my plea
My dying wish
Wasn’t to be beautiful
But was one last dish
No more hunger
Lovely are the flowers that winter over
Standing tall and stately in winter’s snow,
Along the roadsides this sturdy white clover
Lovely are the flowers that winter over,
Sometimes it is called Dutch white clover
In pastures hearty where others won’t grow.
Lovely are the flowers that winter over,
Standing tall and stately in winter’s snow.
written January 16, 2022
honeybees frolic
nectar rich white clover buds
tomorrow's iced tea
written July 20, 2021
Looking like first flakes of new fallen snow
After the mowing, white clover is blooming
And the honeybees are beginning to show.
Spring squirrels emerge to begin grooming
Grasses to soften their sapling nests,
Business in nature's backyard is booming.
Blue jays are unfurling their stately crests,
While foraging for tasty newly-fallen seed
Competition for ranging groundhog pests.
Edge of forestland critters deftly feed
Earlier in the first light of the dawn
Carefully, watchfully fulfilling their need.
Last comes the larger doe with new fawn
Moving stealthily onto my new-mown lawn.
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"Terza Rima Sonnet" Poetry Contest
All Poetry, November 2, 2021
written June 18, 2021
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All Poetry, November 26, 2021
Stepping on a honey bee Removed his thorn This that hurt me When a crown was born
Temptation pulls us all into sin with gravity force
Wading in with human desires sweet sugar coating gloss
Strengths are nurtured and grown from our creator's breath of light
Filtering through densely chaotic thoughts stony cold walls
Snowdrops open their blossoms stretching a smile to your spring
Sprouting faith, hope, love and luck from a four-leaf white clover
Daffodils dance with a twirl around a twilight star breeze
Floating around magical melodies of twin flames spark
Shimmering dusk and dawn of your soul commanding presence
Soaring light chestnut brown kestrel swooping down in hunger
Low down in the horizon gracious mother of the rose
Sweet pleasant fragrance sets sail on the bitter winds of change
Queen of the evening sky you stand out a beautiful face
Radiating happiness amidst the flurries of rain
A co written piece by Liam Mc Daid and Angeline Lin
I am like a Clover, White,
You are to think of me...
Think of me as you go about your work
Or in the house
When you go on rambles
Look for my special flower
Pick one
And hold it in the air
***
I am like a Clover, White,
A Trifolium repens
I am not made to be your weapon:
Trust me
My whiteness is better than your
Wife's wedding gown...
You have me now -
Clover, White
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White Clover, meaning "think of me"
5/4/2015
Contest - Picture yourself as a flower
Sponsor - Andrea Dietrich
8th place win (but should have been higher considering its excellence).
Wandering eye trapses the fertile meadow
Silhouetted reams the azure streams shadow
A cacophony of colors wild but mellow
Shroud the svelte canvas bridging ford and dale
Gilded lillies glistening in their satin veil
Goldenrods with cherubic halos in the fawning light glimmer
Purple violets with their regal crowns swagger and shimmer
Bands of dandelions in their trite estate sway and swivel
Cream-colored honey suckles kneel dispensing their sugary drivel
Black eyed susans twirl their umbrellas in the morning dew
Bull thistles bristle; tidy columns of spears parading for all to view
Red and white clover carpet the fertile valley; fodder to strew
Morning glories fold their tents; the noonday sun to rue
White-frilled daisies with hearts of gold their radiant reams spew
Come; lie with me in the grass
Of summer and feel the cool green
Blades give ground to our presence here.
Smell the white clover my dearest?
Its odoriferous fragrance
Pales by comparison with you.
Look! I see a four-leaf clover,
Though rare, it’s not as rare as you;
I picked you out amongst a crowd
And have been in love ever since.
That sun that kisses these flowers
Is not as warm as your kisses
And the warm rustling summer breeze
Lingers long about your tresses
Stilled by the jealous Aeolus
Who claims all things but you my dear.
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