Flower Work Poems

I was an experienced interior designer, whose specialty was outer doors,
Ever opening to amber sunshine, as petals open, when vivid beams pour.

Functionality and beauty were...

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You fascinate clearly
Once you're out of your hive
Flitting here, landing there
Keeping gardens alive

There's a sweetness, and yet
Nasty sting so beware
Your work all consumes 
As you...

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I was quite the cunning magician, famed for my illusions and sleight of hand,
Like cool tricks that jade green nature plays, that often we don't...

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The Busy Office

In the busy office, where the papers fly
And the typewriters clack their endless song
There is no room for beauty or for joy
But only...

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honeybees in sun
hover through hours like honey
red gold and green blooms

faceted stained fields
fragrant like fumed fantasies
flaunting like fashions

hypnotizing hum
hot high noon activities
plum hourly humdrum...

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I was a vivacious, aroma loving barista, laboring midnights in a coffee shop,
Offering tasty drinks to fellow night owls, while others dreamed of lollipops.

My work...

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As I cut the grass I curse Ben Franklin
He fell in love with France’s close-cropped fields
However, in the land of Kings and Jesters
Who never ate...

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I was a skillful, amiable nursery worker, cultivating blooms in a greenhouse,
Like feverish and fragrant blooms, often grown in redbird's green treehouse.

Hours were spent sowing...

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I was an artistic, floral designer, intoxicated by the sweet-smelling blooms,
Like magenta butterfly swarms, at a standstill, intoxicated by floral fumes.

Gold days were full of...

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When weather changed today early.

He put  some flowers in the plastics pots, 

 Some soil  and watering them.

His friend fostin was watching such good

 Work which...

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a garden is a work of art
    conceived with gloved, wrinkled hands
  a home for fragrant specimens
    for...

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IT’S A BEE’S LIFE

I flit about from flower to flower,
Cross-pollinating, hour after hour.
All the plants rely on me.
They can’t make love like you and me.

Each...

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It was springtime in my nursery, an industrious time of the year,
For spring is the time to be planting, so luxurious flora appears.

As the sole...

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It was as though she had an indebtedness                 ...

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I was a zealous meteorologist, which I had been for a long time,
As the roving years work diligently, to create a very fine wine.

So content...

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