"dandylion" poems
Dude! Disco dancing dogs devouring Dill duds
Digging ducks drew dreads
dreaming don't devour drool
Decked duet
Dimples dandylion deftness
Drink dead danimals.
Discharged!
Apr 16, 2010
Apr 16, 2010 at 4:02 PM UTC
You are my dandylion
and I wait with stealth of a summer day
for you to stop preening in the field
of high grass and green bottles.
Yes. I wait, stroke you gentle
with the ease of the summer breeze
as you sway and waltz
for the primroses and the cricket.
I watch with willful patience
like the ripening of the wild belladonna.
as you tease with your burst of yellow
for the field mouse and the garden gnome.
Yes. I will wait like summers heat
And when you are done,
And when your pretty
petals
lay
limply
at
your
roots,
I will take you gentle into my summers grasp
and with my summers breathe
blow your beautiful grey afro out unto the world to swallow.
Dandylion, pretty primping boy are you.
Sahn 6/7/2014
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 2:51 PM UTC
l saw you across the road
behind you a dandelion field.
You are flattened to a billboard.
Always stuck with a smile.
If only l had the courage,
it would be a decent amount of courage
it would be the only courage,
l have to keep you real to me
Nov 6, 2021
Nov 6, 2021 at 5:05 AM UTC
There are many things that humans touch,
in the sea, in the sky, and the land.
There are many things that humans touch,
and build, and travel in, and stand.
The neon lights shine proud through the darkness.
The planes fly high, distant sound.
The freeway buzz keeping humans moving on,
Lives revolve on borrowed ground.
There, through the crack in the steel grey cement,
A dandylion delicately stands.
It flourishes with a gentle force,
that is stronger than anything touched by man.
There are many things that humans touch,
in the sea, in the sky, and the land.
The one thing that no human can touch,
is mother nature’s hand.
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 8:48 PM UTC
I have come to love a boy at last
A dandylion son, born
With an arrow in his eye
On that first day of battle
A willing child at the helm
To steer me through
the darkness of blind old age.
Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 11:26 AM UTC
I string together meagre fare
words that follow down the days and years
a conversation with a flower
and name the Sun a brother or sister fire
the temperature of my heart burning for love
and with love I write my letter to the Moon
who one night soon will full bloom
like the flower by my back door
a dandylion yellow delight.... never a ****
but a hardy free creature catching the beauty of simple life.
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 6:55 AM UTC
Most of the Dandylion's have gone to seed
sporting white afro's
waiting for the right breeze
to be lifted into the air
and sail away to bed down till next spring.
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 9:10 AM UTC