An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
A chilly breeze. I am the last blossom to hold strong against frostbite in the night. Scornful whispers behind my back,
By Andy Bull5 years ago in Poets
THE QUAIL Written by James D. Merrick, July 8, 2008 I sat there in my customary place on the garden bench, basking in the late afternoon light as it filtered over me
By James Dale Merrick5 years ago in Poets
A spider is magic. A spider is rarely uncommon. A spider is dangerously powerFull. A spider is more. A spider is God. We used to be afraid of spiders.
By Mercury A. Rising RAM5 years ago in Poets
I cannot help but stop and look at russet chrysanthemums. Do chrysanthemums make you shiver? do they? I cannot help but stop and look at growing clovers.
By Sabin Paul5 years ago in Poets
I cannot help but stop and look at cuddly cubs. Are you upset by how lovable they are? Does it tear you apart to see the cubs so cuddlesome?
Carnations, however hard they try, Will always be crimson. Are you upset by how flushed they are? Does it tear you apart to see the carnations so red-faced?
I cannot help but stop and look at nocturnal conflagrations. Never forget the diurnal and nighttime conflagrations. Pay attention to the cannonade,
I cannot help but stop and look at the brown pelican. Does the pelican make you shiver? does it? I saw the the tawny panthera pardus of my generation destroyed,
How happy is the brown horse! Now chromatic is just the thing, To get me wondering if the horse is colored. All that is white is not die,
One afternoon I said to myself, "Why isn't the duststorm more nonviolent?" A duststorm is bloody. a duststorm is rampageous,
I cannot help but stop and look at the hive bee. Does the bee make you shiver? does it? Pay attention to the sweet, the sweet is the most taka goody of all.
I cannot help but stop and look at the bacon cheddar. Does the cheddar make you shiver? does it? A cauliflower, however hard it tries,
