Found along the sidewalk
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This smeared dagger moth
Caterpillar steadily
Chews hydrangea leaf
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(A haiku Poem)
Tag: Poem
September 21
Reactor Reaction
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If I heard this siren on a time and day
Other than 2pm on the month’s first Monday
Would my flight or fight or curiosity kick in?
How will I move in a world approaching ruin?
Will I head away from troubled curved cooling towers
Sharing the car filled with furred, feathered, and handsome on a road trip for hours?
Do we hole up in the basement with the camp stove, well water and canned goods
Protected by cinder block walls, clay soils and doors of wood.
Or does the suction of the fridge door opening proceed the crack of a couple beer cans and the creak of the deck chairs
Flair and glare reflecting in aviators, life somewhere between psychedelic dream and nightmare.
To some this may seem devil-may-care
(Curiosity wins again)
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(An Azby Poem)
August 4
Nature Distilled
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This scene is like something I’ve seen
Just look there’s a hare under there
And a tree with Medusa Hair
A sapphire diamond sky gleams
Soil layers serpentine
Giant blooms sent high in the air
Amazing life when roots aren’t there
It’s nature but there’s no green
Is that a partridge on the limb?
Not a pear so chances are slim
The wild we see distilled to shapes
It’s nature at the artist’s whim
Perhaps as the sun starts to dim
A fractured and compelling landscape.
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August 17
Pawtuckaway Paddle
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Is there anything better than sunset
Viewed from a kayak on a quiet lake?
Not sure how much more lucky one gets
Being able to take this nature break.
Sunlight for exploring, there’s a ton yet
But people head in for their burgers and steak
Perhaps to care for a homebound fun pet
Leaving only me, the herons and drake.
Silhouettes and ripples and reflections
Take shape as the sun slowly yields to night
Bugs, frogs, and bird songs rise in perfection
And bat acrobatics start to delight.
It’s here I feel a natural connection
Made possible by the pending twilight.
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(A Sicilian Sonnet)
August 16
Impatiens glandulifera
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Tall plants with pink bloom sway in traffic breeze
As they colonize wet roadside ditches
Seem to fill ecological niches
A couple months before nature’s deep freeze.
After a quick u-turn to stop the car
To get a closer look at petal count and amount
I remain clueless as to what they are.
With digital pics we’re back on our way
He drives I dive in to field guide and keys
Eager to know this late summer display.
I expected to find the name with ease
But my assumptions led me stray
Fooled by sheer numbers and presence of bees.
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(A Byron’s Sonnet)
August 3
Little Sister’s Getting Hitched
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Little sister’s engaged, oh happy day!
The cheer in her heart transcends cell phone waves
Tears run down my face replace words I can’t say
Hope and happiness alternate in waves
They compliment each other brilliantly
In teamwork and laughter their love shines through
Each wonderful, and wonderful as two
Challenges they will face resiliently
He being something quite special to this clan
Sarcasm and loyalty undeterred
And responsibility undeferred
A smart hard working military man
Oh how I wish them nothing but their dreams
And knowledge that life’s as great as it seems
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(A Burns Sonnet)
August 27
Sweet Bait
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The candy is what they really want
Details don’t attract attention at all
Brochures just bore visitors to slumber
Advice is not why they made this jaunt
It’s sugar in forms of disc, bar and ball
That gets them towards my table to lumber
Like bait to attract what’s eating the hens
Saccharine gets them out of the woodwork
Otherwise they may never come to view
For sweets they’ll even bring their friends
Avoiding my eyes they grab with a smirk
Lots of candy gone, interactions few
I’m wondering if there’s a better way
To lure people in to hear what I say.
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(A Brisbane Sonnet attempt)
August 15
Fallen Fungus
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Oh dear the mushroom has been uprooted
Some careless walking has it uprooted
It sure looks like it’s been hiking-booted
The soft pine needle ground buffered its fall
It’s squat, short and stout with not far to fall
Do you think the person noticed it at all?
Amazingly for this organism
This is not death for this organism
Regardless of our own barbarism
Miles of mycelium supporting
Acres of hyphae supporting
Nearly immune to human cavorting
Mushrooms will thrive long after we are gone
As extinct as the great mastodon
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(A Blues Sonnet)
August 25
Hibiscus moscheutos
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Hibiscus flowers sparkle in the sun
Enormous blossoms undulate freely
Perennial and bold, astonishing
Like crepe, exquisite, splendid, delicate
Extraordinary and ordinary
Intensely colored designed for display
The bees can’t get enough pollen gold
And branches bend beneath the flowers’ heft
Each bloom’s display lasts only a day
But followed by another rapidly
The shriveled shuttlecock flowers tumble
To earth awaiting decomposition
As others take their places high above
Just filling the summer with amazing.
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August 20
Feathered Backyard Pets
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It’s hard when pets are companion to you
With chard they would be dinner for others
My yard is playpen for my feathered few
Regarded as farmyard to another
When one of my chicks has met her demise
The run no longer safe for happy hens
When fun has turned to tears escaping eyes
I’m done tamping the grave, sad once again
When wings and legs are menu selections
Crying over chickens is frowned upon
A thing to save for fuzzy affection
A sting allowed only when pets are gone
Adored as much as bowwow and meow
Therefore deserving of waterworks now.
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(A Beymorlin Sonnet)
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