Not Another Bee Poem, Oh no!!!!!


Outside my window was a bee
a fuzzy, humming bumble bee
going about its bee-business busily
buzzing, obviously with glee;
as far a I could see,
it was happy being busy in a daffodil flower
when I spied it in that early morning hour.

Pip the Cat
Originally uploaded by garagesoap

is rather flip.
He skit-skats
across the mats.
Wanting so to be outdoors,
he runs across the floors.
Pip isn't one to nip or nap.
He's a purrfect chap.
Furry, always in a hurry, very purry.

Spring crocus, creative commons.
Originally uploaded by Futurilla

P recious crocus
O pening wide in
E xile from its warm bed
T asting the cool air
R eaching up its head

Y awning, open to the sky

The Leaving (inspired by Leonard Cohen)

We packed a box, cleared a table.
Threw out old magazines, or what we were able.
It's time to go, it's time to move now.

We rolled up our rugs, emptied our drawers.
We wrapped dishes in paper, and swept up the floors.
It's time to go, it's time to move now.

Outside we raked leaves from the beds,
taking care not to break daffodil heads.
It's time to go, it's time to move now.

In the bird bath we poured the last cool water
and filled the feeders with finch seed for after.
It's time to go, it's time to move now.

P erched

O n the fence

E ach sparrow is a

T ease for the cat in the window

R eady to pouce; if only he were in the

Y ard.

sparrow
Originally uploaded by *János*

Robin Redbreast

Robin Redbreast
Originally uploaded by John Spooner

creative commons license

P erhaps you thought poetry was made

O f words. But it is

E ven made of the robins, stones, oceans, and

T all oak and birch trees.

R eally.

Y ou only need to look and listen.

COMPOST ACROSTIC

P eels from apples, cucumbers, left-

O ver leaves , grasses,

E gg shells, and coffee grounds decompose

T oday so that

R eturns of

Y esterday will fill tomorrow.

PRIMROSE ACROSTIC


"P rimroses" the poet wrote.

O f flaura and fauna she was well versed.

E ach kingdom of the universe, she

T ouched with her pen to

R ecall, as she named them.

"Y es!" She exclaimed, "Yes!"

P eople rush in traffic all

O ver town.

E xcited and eager

T o get home, eat dinner,

R ead a book, or the newspaper,

Yawn and go to sleep.

NATIONAL POETRY MONTH IS COMING! YAHOO!!!!


P arties are

O ften

E nded after

T ime to

R ejoice and declare,

Y ahoo!

Composed with help from Wikipedia the online encyclopedia created by contributors.

P igeons are doves

O nly we often forget.

E ven the "Feral Rock Pigeon"

T hat you see in cities

R eally is a dove.

Y oung doves (pigeons) are called "squabs."

Black Capped Chickadee

Black Capped Chickadee
Originally uploaded by hlkljgk

from creative commons

(Click to hear two Chickadee songs --both the Phoebe (fee-bee) and Chickadee dee dee)
Copyright 2006 Lang Elliott and Mighty Pods, LLC. All rights reserved. Site sponsored by birdJam and Nature Sound Studio. birdJam: the ultimate way to learn bird songs!

Phoebe Dating Song

I live in this tree!
Chirped cheery Miss Chickadee Dee.
Scat you prowling cat!

This tree belongs to me,
Sang Mr. Deedy, chickadee dee.
Then adding a note,
he whistled Phoebe, phoebe, phoebe...

Let's make it a date
Before it's too late
We have on our caps
While that cat naps

Flippity, flap, flap
Happy to fly
Before we're cat pie

Chickadee dee dee,
Chickadee dee dee
Phoebe...phoebe...phoebe....

Bee
Originally uploaded by garagesoap

Bewildered and Out of Tune

There once was a bee named June,
who tried to make song with a spoon.
To improve she took music classes.
Her teacher said "June, you need glasses."
Poor, unmusical June, even Her buzz was doomed.

for LBM

Written for Children will be pausing....I hope not to be gone too long.

Triolet with Violets

I saw a robin sitting in a tree
he was busy dreaming of Spring
and all the violets that he would see
I saw a robin sitting in a tree
he looked at me and did not flee
he sang the song he was meant to sing
I saw a robin sitting in a tree
he was busy dreaming of Spring

today's snowman
Originally uploaded by hlkljgk

Little Four Inch Ghazal

Squirrels harvest acorns to eat in winter
while cat sleeps upon the stove seat in winter

Standing alone in the path gone white with snow
You find you need to warm your feet in winter

Mom stirred the maple syrup on the stove until we
Poured it, hot and sizzling on snow, a treat in winter

Our bellies heavy as we slid down hill
warmed still from Cream of Wheat in winter

When the barn filled with hay grew cold
Frigid nights you'd hear goats bleat in winter

Blanketed and arm in arm we’d pile on the couch
To watch the Marx Brothers catch heat in winter

We poured hot water over our ice home,
making walls of cold white sheets in winter.