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  • P is for Passion Flower

    Photograph by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

    A gift of love
    a gift of light
    A gift of how
    our life could be

    Fiery red blooms
    start off small and shy
    Burst open with color
    beneath a hot sky

    Summer winds are welcome
    to cool our Passion Flower
    Summer nights cherished
    rejuvenating rain showers

    With each day that passes
    the blooms grow more profuse
    Reflecting love and laughter
    more and more effuse


  • O is for Ornamental Onion

    Picture courtesy of gilberthwild.com

    Butterflies and bees alike
    are friends to your purple blooms
    Rabbits and deer do not
    feel the same at all
    They steer clear of your
    endearing aroma and taste

    A profusion of bright rosy petals
    are delicate and tricky
    Their aftertaste
    lacks much in taste
    making this a must walk passer
    for all but it’s loving human gardener

  • The Sunday Whirl 04/16/23 “The Call”

    In response to bwarren’s Sunday Whirl Wordle #601

    Skeletons dreams
    block memories
    suffering from a lost
    promise broken
    and wandering

    The call of life
    forces humanity
    to it’s knees
    Must want to listen
    to the message
    or stream into oblivion

  • N is for Nepeta (Common Catmint, Catnip)

    Photograph Courtesy of Wikipedia.

    Angel wings adorn your sides,
    lovely tail feathers from behind
    with curled ridges resembling claws
    and ruffled petals like hairy paws.

    It is no wonder cats screech and scratch, when placed beside a
    Nepeta plant, thinking a puppy
    they’ve just supplanted.

    You make nice tea,
    a domestic remedy
    and as for cats
    make them happy as can be!

  • M is for Moonflower

    Photograph by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

    At night you slowly unfurl
    releasing your sweet scent
    into a dark world

    Few have seen you
    in full glory invisibly
    glowing beneath moons rays

    Inexplicably you
    thrive with the many
    and varied creatures of the night

    Into our dreams
    you creep and seek
    to draw romance into our lives

    Your magic surrounds us
    your mystery astounds us
    until morn you hide away once more

  • Poetry Lady

    For Jean-Marie

    Picture courtesy of dreamstime.com

    There is a lovely lady
    I only know by her name
    In this world of technology
    nothing is the same

    Trial and tribulations
    many has she known
    Kindness and guidance
    is all she’s ever shown

    Beneath that artful smile
    and her gift of weaving words
    Her body does betray her
    what we see is barely a third

    Of what she must endure
    day in and day out
    From her you rarely hear
    complaint not even a shout

    This little poem is just for you
    my teacher my mentor my friend
    To tell you how very blessed I am
    so this poem to you I send 💜

  • L is for Lotus

    Photograph by Winston Porter
    Courtesy of wayfair.com

    Blossom of infinite beauty
    colors beyond understanding
    or comprehension
    by a mortal eye.

    Flower rising clean and pure
    from your bed of mud
    and slime each night,
    you slip beneath to sleep.

    Your rebirth and renewal
    gives hope to the spiritual,
    ceremony to the religious,
    and connection to the universe for all.

    Gods and Goddesses
    form their heavenly thrones,
    from your strong
    magnificent flowers.

    Your scent lifts
    our souls skyward,
    to dance and commune
    with the Divinity in life and death.

    Ancient and wise is the Lotus Flower,
    whose roots form in the densest mud
    and flowers burst forth
    in stunning beauty.

  • Silly Not-Going-To-Rhyme Poem

    Picture courtesy of depositphotos.com

    In response to Punam’s Challenge to Write a Poem that Addresses Itself or some aspect of its self (i.e., “Dear Poem,” or “what are my quatrains up to?”; “Couplet, come with me . . .”)

    _______________________________________

    Do not ask this of me
    I won’t do it at all
    I am too tired you see
    Try again in the Fall

    To rhyme or not to rhyme
    there’s no question of that
    I just do not have the time
    I’m a poem not an acrobat

    You can not toss words around
    there is protocol and structure to me
    I refuse to be your silly word clown
    Now go away and just let me be!

  • K is for Kangaroo Paw

    Picture courtesy of Wikipedia

    The first time
    With your tubular blossoms
    all woolly and curved.
    A kangaroo’s paw
    you mimic from way Down Under.

    Red petals adorn
    a strong deep green stem.
    Quite furry and bad tasting
    to keep predators away.

    Humans adore you
    keeping you in their homes.
    Until someone they love
    finds they need you even more.

    Wattle birds love you
    and perch on your stem,
    with honey suckers too
    drinking nectar from within.

  • J is for Jeweled Orchid

    Photograph courtesy of Wikipedia

    Your petals fallen like feathers
    from a fairy princesses jeweled
    mantle.
    Soft as the most exquisite silk
    a fragile beauty of strength and
    mettle.

    Elegant in stature and bloom
    some believe you
    denote
    death, destruction and doom
    a killer plant housing awful
    evil.

    Lovely Jeweled Orchid
    who has fueled
    imaginations
    Brought down houses and kingdoms
    with your secret
    machinations.

    You bring good luck to many
    to those who
    believe
    Neglect you or treat you poorly
    and you can bring Kings to their
    knees.