Pickings Poems - Poems about Pickings

PICKINGS I’m not a dwarf or a giant But the male version of petite I’m the right size and defiant And not so easy to defeat That bitesize word is horrible But you know, I’m a cannibal 'Bite Size Poem no51' Contest...Read the rest...

When the snout of lush abundance is full and flowing, when all prey and creature-kind spill upon the verdant swards, then it is that I worry night and day, for the stoat, fox and hawk are at work, they...Read the rest...

People, prepare for chaos; democracy is struggling. Worldwide ideologies lean far right; dictators, potentates, and tyrants rule unconstrained by any semblance of law. The young don't recall past wars; or what their fathers fought for. Politicians sell fear, packaged as hope, through accusations...Read the rest...

When the green snout is full rabbits spill on the lawn. I worry night and day, because the stoats and the Red Tails are at work even in whelm and nimiety they hack and harrow. The young kits are many, the sun too...Read the rest...

A blueberry stand in rural Maine Sold pints and cakes and pies But after hours, I discovered Quite a nice surprise. A money box was left beneath A price list; it was filled With coins and bills. We added ours –...Read the rest...

Went with the kids to the blueberry farm, Everyone ready to pick. Armed with a bucket, we wandered the rows But somehow our luck ran out quick. For nary a berry on nary a bush, Except some real tiny...Read the rest...

A waning moon hangs under an obsidian sky as I walk through a the dark scrub forest past stumps of giants felled long ago. The river‘s low few salmon in the pools and none flounder on the gravel banks. Eagles and...Read the rest...

Common groundsel of grass and purslane- a winter's diet ,much the same...Read the rest...