Tag Archives: garden

The Contradiction

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“Free verse

is like

free love;

it is a

contradiction

in terms.”

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― G.K. Chesterton

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Elfje:

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mother

always said

nothing is free

the piper is paid

eventually

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Haiku:

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awaiting the rain

dry brown grasses catching fire

hurricane season

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Poem:     “Delightfully”

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nature and the weather

two safe topics to discuss

you may tickle me with a feather

as  friends, let us always stay together

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walk with me in my garden

let’s close the gate on the worlds problems

let’s allow our minds to soar like the martin

every faux pas let us agree to pardon

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the clouds are gathering, we need the rain

hope I’m not wrong just like the weatherman

to bad we do not live on the plains of Spain

call in the cavalry, come on John Wayne

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praying for the veggie plants to produce a cornucopia

getting out the paint to color the thumb green

pleasant and wonderful dreams of my own utopia

awakening,  not wanting to find dysfunction and dystopia

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walk with me in my garden silently

let us listen to the sounds of Mother Nature

observing the complexities of Her wonderful society

placed in our memories under the experience ” delightfully”

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ME and the Boss:

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How To

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“How to

Write a Poem

Catch the air

Around the butterfly.”

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― Katerina Stoykova Klemer

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Elfje:   (also know as a Cinquain)

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blink

lightening bugs

warm summers night

caught  in a jar

memories

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Haiku:

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on butterfly wings

dreams and memories fly by

ethereal seasons

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Poem:

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the beautiful garden makes me think

how bright flowers can foster bright thoughts

fountains and feeders for the hummingbird to drink

the whole world dressed in day-glow pink

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the brain is flooded with the aroma of blossom

beautiful butterflies pass through on wings of gossamer

above the blue sky is filled with clouds of cotton

the children’s favorite words are “totally awesome”

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the calm breeze generates thoughts of a catnap

pleasant nothings to hang one’s hat on

the jasmine vine entwines, natures gift wrap

the unsuspecting lured in by the Venus fly trap

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man is the only animal that sees color

meaning Nature designed all this beauty for us

the value is more than just a few sand dollar

the big lesson is: my ego just became smaller

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there is a God and it is not me

Her Universe’s design is so complex

without Him my garden could not be

and best to remember, thank God it is free.

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ME and the Boss

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