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flowers made of air
petals dense in color

colors beyond palettes
sky bluer than ever

blue I can breathe
spring surging

beyond expectations
fulfilling hopes seeded

in coldest times

Morton Arboretum April 23

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Four Clerihews
as published online: Highland Park Poetry

Here comes Michael Phelps
through the water to wild yelps.
I’m jealous of his skill to swim.
For me, it’s straight back to the gym!

Take a look at Joe Biden,
the high road he’s sure been ridin’,
but pretty soon he’ll disappear
to V.P. heaven and a beer.

Of the Obamas I’ll take Michelle,
a tall and gorgeous bombshell.
Soon she’ll have to take backseat
to pretty daughters: admit defeat!

Have you heard of Elizabeth Warren
harping on good fiscal carin’?
For my money I like the mattress
to counteract the dollar stress.

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Mossy Maple Mushrooms

There the white bubbles are,
popping from the bark
of the old maple tree
like lumpy balloons, starkly
bleached. But their perfection
is blemished by a dark scum
sprinkled on top, like pepper
on a hard-boiled egg.
Breakfast anyone?

On second thought, this is
not food, but a beautiful
plump polypore clinging
to the wide trunk, amazingly
topped with not pepper

but a spread of deep green moss
softening the appearance,
tempting me to touch
the flowerless green plant
usually looking velvety,
but here rather uneven
and spilling like soil
over thick white shelves.

 

Poet with her watercolor, Mossy Maple Polypore

Poet with her watercolor, Mossy Maple Polypore Morton Arboretum Exhibit, April 2016

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For Signature

For my signature
here on email
I cheer you on
hoping birds don’t land
in your hair,
or anywhere
inconvenient
to your purpose
for the day.

Posted December 24, 2015 by perettipoems in Humor, POEMS & ART COPYRIGHTED, Poetry, Writing

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Are You Abdullah?

Are you the father?
The father who carefully escapes
overland the dread, the torment,
threats, fire and bombs of Syria,
then gathers up your family again
with small bags of clothes
and biscuits, climbs aboard
a rubber raft heading
to the island of Kos, bound
in an armor of hope?

When high waves topple
the boat and the captain deserts,
do you steer until impossible?
Are you the father who watches
your wife float away,
your little boys struggle
for air, then vanish?

Are you the father who cries
as he picks up one beautiful son
washed up on the beach,
who wonders where the world is
as the ocean swallows his nation?

Published on newversenews[dot]com, Sept. 4, 2015
Awarded First Prize by Illinois State Poetry Society, Oct. 2015

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Centenarian Overload
. . . . Japan 2015

We are very well
eating simple rice
fish and seaweed
stretching in the park
we are now 100 years
poised to accept
sterling silver gifts

so well we number
twenty-nine thousand
thus no silver anymore
maybe crisp paper
letters signed
by Shinzo Abe
Congratulations

This poem published September 1, 2015 on newversenews[dot]com

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Miss Panda

Miss panda plays
early in the day,
greeting cool mornings
before the sun is hot,
running through grass,
finding a good spot
to roll and tumble
like a baby, even when
she’s two—finds the old log
where she stands on
her head, finds a good
tree limb for chinning
and hanging—no cares
for this wild youngster
weaned and growing,
showing us
how to have fun.

FunnyUpsdeDwn***2

My screen shots from site of National Zoo in D.C.

HangOnLimb!2

Such a beautiful day!

StandingOnHeadStump****

What fun!