Miners of amber – A Poem

Image by Steve Buissinne from Pixabay

Miners of fluid amber, enchanted winged charioteer.

Keepers of the queen, buzzing smoke of the pasture.

Royal commissioned wax-maker to cones of ambrosia.

Winged jewelers carving floral tears into golden treasure.

Heat – A Poem

Image by S. Hermann & F. Richter from Pixabay

Clip clapping in flip flops on coals for pavement,

Where heat waves hatch briquettes for cement.

Fainting ice cream bars unsuccessfully seek shade,

Behind once chilled tongue twisting lemonade.

Barbecued scotch bonnets in pickle produce,

Sticks of dynamite masquerading as hot sauce.

Rear-view memories, luxurious sauna to the bone,

Tropical heat and heart warming coals at every turn.

The art gallery – A Poem

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Wouldn’t it be nice to visit the garden art gallery,

Plum for fine fruit, captured by Monet and Dali.

Admire smiling rose bushes, the Mona Lisa of hedges,

Train climbing cucumbers, The Thinker of veggies.

Paint peaches like Monet, pears like van Gough,

And, sculpt strawberry fences into Venus Di Milo.

This familiar oasis sketched onto our bright blue sphere,

Curates landscape canvases into living portraits to admire.

The under kingdom – A Poem

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In the far under kingdom of Peat,

Annelida of the turf advance unit,

Wormed her way in the grottoes,

To fend off the army of Antophicloes,

Threatening to devour the tomatoes.

She dons her invertebrate armor,

Sheaths her sword named tuber.

And, rallies her Eastern troops into rows,

Under the ripen vines of tomatoes.

With skills unmatched in wormdom,

The ant-lopers chased from the kingdom.

Victorious, Annelida and team return east,

To an earth-moving humus of a feast.

Extravagant bouquets – A Poem

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Extravagant bouquets in the veil of June,

Scatter shadow patterns in the afternoon.

A sachet of lavender, something old.

A garland of freesia, something new.

Gloves of larkspur, something blue.

While, hydrangeas throw their petals in the aisle,

Propose courtship with the month of June, in style.

Engine of ourselves – A Poem

Image by Adina Voicu from Pixabay

Created in earthly labor,

Raised in stages of rest.

We blink and the eyes rest.

We breathe and the lungs rest.

We speak as the ears listen.

Spring abounds as winter expires.

Summer simmers as Spring rests.

Fall exhales, other seasons inhale.

Nature’s coming in and going out,

A looking glass into the engine of ourselves.

A stroll in the woods – A poem

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A stroll in the woods, stumbles into a clearing of trees,

Warmth, serenades yellow blooms in the breeze.

Hummingbirds helicopter to the golden bistros,

Ordering candied nectar as fast as they please.

Bees competing for the same sumptuous cup,

Wax eloquent chorus floating to a buttercup.

Thorns of the day trumpeting the heart,

Vanish unexpectedly into nature’s fine art.

Noontime rain – A Poem

Image by David Mark from Pixabay

A not uncommon noontime occurrence,

Visceral storms pirouette in the distance,

The once vibrant sun cloaks in darkness.

Sweeping in from nowhere in the visible spectrum,

Strong winds dispatch the ominous vortex to Elysium.

Once threatening torrent, now wind-kissed noontime rain.

Locals accustomed to this magical phenomenon,

Siesta to a water pitter-patter lullaby refrain.

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