I’ve a home with a view
lawns, bushes trees
sidewalks, parkways
an avenue
I’ve got to tear myself away
from all that
enticing as it may be
to gape at the clouds
framing – and reframing – the world
about me
Hairy spiders do not grill
steaks on consecutive Tuesdays
due to alternate-side-residency-
restrictions in bushes on parkways
Nevertheless, if seeking opportunities
to slake cracked-throat-thirst
Welcome to the Wetlands
where founts of poetry burst
Weeds
I know...
the first thing,
that comes to mind;
pulling them,
getting them out,
stopping them...
from everything
they do.
But what do they do?
They grow,
in all the hardest soil.
They bring the first flowers,
to feed the bees.
They brighten parkways,
and break up the city,
with an aide-memoire...
that life is real.
They are a reminder...
that tenacity is a gift.
Not like all the rest,
as it takes work,
an effort.
A. Foster aka Ann Foster
BooksbyAFoster.com
Have a wonderful day!
Through forests and deserts and jungles and mountains,
Past buildings and gardens and parkways and fountains.
A place of no worries is waiting for you,
With sunlight so golden and rivers so blue.
Peppermint breezes and soothing fresh air,
A place to be happy and blissfully unaware.
Your worries will evaporate under rays of the sun,
All you'll be left with is relaxation and fun.
Buds of flowers, orange and pink,
Coconuts to snack on and fruit punch to drink.
Sparkling seas to swim in all day,
Trees to climb and games to play.
A silvery moon to sing you to sleep,
And no more worries that you have to keep.
12/8/16
It's been a long time coming
It can be pretty amazing, when you actually put your mind to something
On this planet
Multiple meteors and comets landed
Causing lots of damage
Some irreparable, but the Earth was strong enough to manage
What happens to the hand that never raises?
Are you willing to take a chance for better wages?
Daily and nightly during weather changes
In a dog eat dog world, you got to put yourself out there , if you want to ever make it
Think clever instead of basic
Wherever, whenever in whatever places
You won't know why
Never if you don't try
Regardless of how much time goes by
People on both sides and in the middle stood
But some of it did little good
Like bracing yourself with brittle wood
Many different animals living off or on farms graze
Areas at night that are great to stargaze
Near and far from any parkways
And any man made or natural archways
By: Dalton Ogletree
Intricacies
I wanted her hands
To cross with mine
On the pavements
Reclined under the shadow
That the beam of golden light
Oozing out of the lamp posts
Dotted among the row of trees
Cast upon
So that she could listen
The tender twigs
Whispering into
The dumb ears of night
The song of silence
Thronged parkways with butterflies
And newly bloomed hybrid flowers
Around the sprouting fountains
Could peep in her bosom
She could feel the pulse
Of bright sunlight
Throbbing through the cadence
Of laughter
But she wanted those of mine
To grapple with my intrinsic worth
So that the intricacies of global village
In the midst of imported air
Could be sustained