Category Archives: Flowers

Four Acres Plant Nursery Leighton Buzzard Road

Where is this floral splendour A nursery close by On the Leighton Buzzard Road Where Red Kites overfly Unbelievable florals Festooned with love and care Luke and his wonderful family Create and are aware How marvellous is their offering Every … Continue reading

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A Sunny thought on a rainy day

In the heart of a purple flower Just the place to stay an hour Pollen rich Good for the hive Nectar of heaven How to survive A stinging result Serving us all A snap shot of nature The hero sits … Continue reading

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A blooming cycle suggesting much

Flower power Feel it see it so A cycling sensation Serenity on show Sensational stability Blossoming desire Petal power predominates With purposeful attire

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Hellish heathens

Monsanto and Bayer creators they be Tragically magically and monstrously Aim at pollination the bumble the humble A flash of bright light and inglorious rumble A slave darting this way and that way progressing Pollen and nectar as rain clouds … Continue reading

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The great pollination 🐝🐝

A voluptuous paradise Seething with softness Bouquets of miracles Rhapsodic senses Pollen rejuvenates Grasping each Bee Honest and goodness Hive activity

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A hive of activity

exotica magical blooming 🐝🐝 sense spectacular pollen extraordinary Enters a petal led world tasting  aroma The 🐝exerts majesty partly creation Soft warm inviting soft flowery comfort Buzzing with miracles hardly surprising Fly away 🐝 2 your hive generation   🌺🌷🌹🥀🌼🪻

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Walking the Cotswold Way

Wildness in them hills Wild truest profusion blossoms We can see A wooden gate a tree lined date Of wonder a spent constancy Fae green glistening Cries of wild life bristling Fantasy and invigorate

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Biker squashes some roadside flowers

Did he mean to squash those flowers With his full force and blistering powers Wilful destruction possibly Or mindless to it actually Beautiful daintiness Honourably Felt the inevitability   Now a positive outlook Positively speaking This cowboys boot Planted in … Continue reading

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Hedges in April

Garlic mustard  or jack by the hedge its tiny little flowers the leaves are kind of if we crush  them, sort of garlic showers Lift into our consciousness Coming  from the tall  towers Bats from one Bram Stoker with subtle … Continue reading

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Floral persuasion

A symphony of floral pinks Pretty ballerina’s who Dance in such profusion Sent here just to do What comes of being natural Colours from a dream That melts into the April light Much more than it would seem

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The day after the stormiest night I can remember

There’s some blue in the sky There’s some warmth in the sun The apples look swollen The figs do look fun The Bay has shot up The rhubarb leaves green Like collecting plates That truly have been The grapes many … Continue reading

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Sunflowers

Cats eyes and sunflowers Profound gifted art Drenched with such magic Derived from the heart Wise magic souls With their whiskers that feel And leave me spellbound By what they reveal

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Convolvus

The hedgerows alive with a white knight A galloping all through the greenery What do we see Bounding along Feel the jocularity A bell appealing A Summery song A wealth of blossoms Bell like and accountable Great perspicacity Yes Full … Continue reading

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Foxgloves

From the world of wildness Comes a flower Known as the Foxglove It has the power To kill to revive The heart of hearts From the depths of folklore It imparts A poison that is so extreme A gift of … Continue reading

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My front garden

Little perhaps Clearly in the laps Of goddesses certain and free Beautiful blossoms wild as the wind Coupled with herbage that be Sustaining containing creating A purposeful valuable place Just full of vibrations of visionary spaces Where insects and others … Continue reading

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Peonies

Late May a time for Peonies Those wondrous blooms From bud to flourish A revelation, they Hold so much the perfume And the glorious display Each bloom an exquisite specimen Notables they be Often the rain can decimate The years … Continue reading

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Herb Robert

You will find it in the garden Almost everywhere It’s little pink flowers Little showers of wonderment They share Flowers do leaves rubbed on the skin And mosquitos tend to be Far away from biting That’s if you ask me … Continue reading

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Blue bell time

The forest rings out Merrily It’s gentle melody Communicating spring time Through the woods we see Into the forests eerieness True Indigo and woad Lapis lazuli thrillingly Lightening our load With Great sheaths of dancing blueness Carpeting from afar Startling … Continue reading

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Tulips in the rain

Exquisite blooms Exciting colours Standing all day in the rain No sun to smile at Getting wetter A revelation of the sane Briliant hues A disposition Damply obvious On a mission Tulips an endearing gaze Soaking wet a dismal phase … Continue reading

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The end of March

We are in England At the end of March The daffodils Have learned to dance up and down back and forth They haven’t really had a chance To look demure and beautiful As Wordsworth might have seen Thrown about it’s … Continue reading

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Rosemary for protection

The ebullience of the lilac spears Clustered in one shower Of blossoms rampant with desire Dancing every hour Magnificent impressions Protective hideaways March has seen a continued rise Worthy of great praise Fighting through the angry winds And the falling … Continue reading

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March

The daffodils are singing Narcissus in full bloom Youths once loved their shadows A gorgeous glowing plume Bundles of them everywhere A nosegay of such Thought Petticoats of orange too So many bunches bought Mother’s Day this Sunday For Mothers … Continue reading

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Snowdrops

Wild lying dormant Under the earth Bulbs full of energy A forthcoming birth Despite the winter The frost and the snow Time creates life force It’s there below Christmas has passed Boxing Day too The new year is coming A … Continue reading

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Poppy red

Poppy red Poppy white Come and see me In the light Of day of night Just watch us shine Poppy colourful Soul divine

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Fuschia

She mimics a ballerina Her berries too can be Eaten never beaten Tasted excitedly Arousing all my senses Vivacious is her style The music wraps around my heart I pulsate for a while

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Horley

A crescent Moon A clearing in a tongue of land Was where At the extreme North West Of Oxfordshire on Warwickshire’s border share On 8.27 acres Of level paddock land Slightly acidic based rich soil On clay I understand At … Continue reading

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Fireweed’s immutability

A glaring example And variability A rocking plain y Fluid instability A restlessness occupies Fluctuation mobility Flashes of purple In my minds eye Chopping and changing Wavering high She be a weathercock Under the sky Changeful and mutable Never the … Continue reading

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Fairy Caps

Wee elves are hiding quietly behold the foxes bell The foxgloves peals it’s wonder forth Evening dances had by all Frighted by a human gait Lifted spires remarkably Flowers of actual Labiate It’s Corolla is of one petal Behold a … Continue reading

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Yarrow

Ideal for divination On battlefields tis said A great stauncher of human blood From leaking wounds it led Homer to remark on Yarrow milfoil he Clearly was reputed For his perspicuity

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A balmy sentinel

Melissa welcomes Balm and blossom Consigned to wildness Scents of Summer Soulful magic spells do heighten Where the leaves curl And do tighten

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