Winter is cold-hearted,
  Spring is yea and nay,
Autumn is a weathercock
  Blown every way:
Summer days for me
  When every leaf is on its tree;

When Robin's not a beggar,
  And Jenny Wren's a bride,
And larks hang singing, singing, singing,
  Over the wheat-fields wide,
  And anchored lilies ride,
And the pendulum spider
  Swings from side to side,

And blue-black beetles transact business,
  And gnats fly in a host,
And furry caterpillars hasten
  That no time be lost,
And moths grow fat and thrive,
And ladybirds arrive.

Before green apples blush,
  Before green nuts embrown,
Why, one day in the country
  Is worth a month in town;
  Is worth a day and a year
Of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion
  That days drone elsewhere.

faded Ladybirds swarm    my buildings intercom
Are they responding to an electric hum ?

faded Ladybirds swarm
a yellow painted wall
desperation
it is an unyielding prayer
no nourishment before the freeze

two little lady birds were sitting on my plants
i sat there and watched them as they began to dance
going two and fro as happy as can be
dancing close together dancing just for me
they were really happy having so much fun
dancing on the plants underneath the sun
when they finished dancing  they sat there for a while
then they flew away and left me with a smile

People communicate too much.
Their arms, their feet, their eyes, their hands.
Each one tells a story.
Each one differs, interfering and weighing the air down.
Then the mouth opens and words fly out,
A whirlwind of ideas, opinions, tumbling, spinning, whipping out.
So much noise.
A message here, a message there.
The noise is blinding.

Outside the garden is buzzing.
Not the droning buzz of conversation,
But the peaceful hum and sigh of nature.
The leaves wave as you walk.
Flower petals whisper to you, succinct words that don't rattle.
Ladybirds, bumblebees, humming birds hurtle and whisk around,
And best of all, the garden listens.

She leaned back on the black couch,
we merge like gumdrops melted and gnarled;
sticky with sweat, long legs in a nightgown,
the bridal gown she wears
uncertain of whose bride she is;
she struggles at playing chess with her feet,
I struggle with my hands,
look at me, I could never win,
but if she knew the toil I was in,
would she laugh?
She has always had a nice smile.

-Jamie F. Nugent

They looked behind the mushroom
Turned every leaf over to inspect
Gathered all the little people in a row
every bird, the mice, each little insect.
"Have you seen the Easter eggs" they were asked
They all smiled and said of course not.
Someone knew where they were
The Elf walked the ranks like a Sergeant Major
Looking for a sign on their polka faces.
No, they knew nothing,  Of course they did.
"Where is the Easter Bunny" the Elf cried.
"Bring the fellow here to me!"
The Bunny with guilt written across his face
shiffled forward passing the basket to the
ladybird as he presented himself to the Elf.
"Nothing to declare, you Majesty" said the Bunny
"Dont get funny with me" suggested the Elf
I can smell a plan a mile away Sunny Jim"
The insects giggled a bit under their breath
as the Elf frog marched towards them
"Know something do we" ..then the birds laughed.
They laughed so much the fell over.
The Magpie stood firm and confronted the Elf
"We know nothing" and burst into uncontrollable laughter.
The Elf failed to see the funny side and winced.
The Ladybirds had giggled their spots off
The Butterfly was whizzing in circles dreaming
Then it was spotted.  The basket had been spotted.
Crammed with Easter Eggs and delights.
And it had one wish.  To everyone.  It said
"Happy Easter".  It did.

in a land of fantasy so beautiful and free
where everthing was magical as lovely as can be
there was a purple hedgehog as friendly as can be
he lived in the woods underneath a tree
there were little ladybirds having lots of fun
dancing there so happily underneath the sun
the stars were made of diamonds twinkling in the night
underneath the moon shining oh so bright
the grass was just like velvet so beautiful to see
everything was peaceful so beautiful and free
in this land of fantasy is where i long to be.

There's a crowd of pitch black unicorns at a Chelsea Wolfe's concert.
A crowd of pitch black unicorns moving their onyx hooves and horns
at the rhythm of drones dressed in electric guitars. An acoustic break follows.
The vibrations of the music and dancing cause purple flowers to grow,
purple flowers weaned on blood and sticky black tar. There's a crowd of
unicorns dancing at a Chelsea Wolfe's concert feeding on ladybirds crisps
and dragonflies sticks, that once home will play vinyls on mystic turntables of fire.
The purple flowers grow into vines and try to smother the unicorns
to prevent them from listening to bloodred-dyed vinyls on mystic turntables of fire.
Meanwhile in the corner of a museum S. Teresa of Avila's statue animates by itself, walks
to the window and throwing itself crumbles into a thousand of pieces of marble.
The seventh seal has not been opened yet but the ninth the eleventh and the seventeenth
exploded already, cracked their own wax and started spreading tongues of flames
and water to decimate humanity. A woman dressed in a fifteenth century scarlet outfit
leads the pitch black unicorns to salvation creating a safe haven for them
in Manchester and another one in California. They have in the meantime gone bonkers
and started feeding on each other. Equine teeth suddenly grow carnivorous jaws.
Nothing is left in the two oasis apart from a puddle of blood and a pavement of corpses.
It's 7 a.m. Chelsea has not yet finished her concert and her music blossoms around
played by the mystic turntables of fire. That which remaineth is pitch black light
and the breath of aeons lingering here and beyond and nowhere.

hot coffee and stale cigarettes
while i reflect upon circumstances
and i suspect that the regret
will dissipate, while hope appirates
and my self confidence condensates

so i compensate for a lack of self meaning
by pushing the boundaries of what you seem
to see in them; dreaming of my next moves
like a display at the art gallery
you need to stand behind the line
while i sing "come on over Valerie"

so it's self lobotomy
as i open my mind up to the aether
and either i push forward to let go of her
or i stab the inner me that says i need her

so i make friends with the ladybirds
wasps and the ant hills and burn my lip on my cup as
i make a move to get my fills
and make peace with the fact that everything must one day

go up in smoke.

nick

A caste of hawks at  a rage of maidens
Led a cete of badgers to a gaggle of geese
And a school of whales brought a shiver of sharks
To a fever of stingrays at fabulous feast.
An absence of waiters in a crackle of crickets
Served a band of brothers a bevy of beer
Then the army of ants in the choir of angels
Left a filth of starlings decidedly queer.
But the clew of worms in the hive of bees
Swapped the bike of wasps for a ghost of gnats
While the raft of otters in the den of iniquity
Turned the loveliness of ladybirds to a river of rats.
Why an array of eels fed a bunch of grapes
To a pod of dolphins…nobody knows
But a disputation of lawyers cawing
Killed your flock of lice in a ****** of crows.*

M.
11 April 2015

It’s Sunday.
You are collecting rhododendrons
from the front garden with kitchen scissors.
I’m searching for ladybirds–

a new population has sprouted
and each flowerbed crawls
with scarlet beads.
I block their path

with an outstretched palm,
and when they climb aboard
they tickle a spiral around my arms.
we have built them a paradise,

a shoe-box of beetle dreams.
Our favourite is Arabella, who
has one spot out of place,
but we think it makes her more beautiful.

I-Can
U-R Loved
2-B my man

Did
you
ever
mingle
2-C
Army or Navy
Amy is my baby
Bermuda shorts

The sign (All sporty)
Love certain

Never
so
clearer
the 3
misses
So clever

Look!!

Behind
the
Deep-sea
Me
curtain

Front page
Eyes engaged
Never again

Villa number 4-Me
Quite the target
5 people-C
Death wishes
13-D

D- Deceased
Crossword
Puzzle
dazzle me
crowd

But all buts.  .  .
The tantalizing
temple People
  Big Dimple
drink's

It never
Sips money
green_
50 shades
smiling
snap
anyone's
Snapple
The ending
battle
*   *   *   *   *
Bermuda
triangle
Just
beginning
Squared Inn
Beguiling
Making
round's
Never stones
Summoned on
Scarlet fever
Not giving a ****

Lady stays
up (Yes Nam)
Higher cheekbones
But all these buts
in between remarks
When
the
sunset
goes down

Going up >  >  >
Sword-like
Biblical Ancient
Bermuda town
That
kiss rarity

((Flattercalls)) Tipping over
her hand
((Waterfall-Gals)) laying over
Hearing her
moans of
sounds

I but... I need it
Let's mingle
we are
all talking
the same
language

Cafe...steams me
The hub or hubby
Bermuda
tropical
place
It rings *
But always a but
I never
want
to see
you  butwith her
Drinks Bondmen
Showcase stirs
Taxman

No buts
Oh! Sir
Or quite the Mr.
Burr Bermuda
Red tape
everything
on
((Google))

Never to
mingle with
ladies wanted
Goodbye waves
Ads
Never curves single

(Millionaires Harmony)

Suntan Bermuda bikini's
and buts_
Here it is
the buts.   .  .
But did
you see
that??
How I need that
My Alladin man

He gave me
The time
of
my
life

(Debutante all Detailed)
To be wed
The Peacock
Ladybirds
triangle
Fan

Spiritual
Traveling to never- landing

Applique Peachy tree's
Dressed 777
Thousands
the millions
someone's
breaths
Terrible two trillion
  
Her Bermuda
vacation so jaded
Check to check
Foreign kissing
remarkable
69 lips sipping
Ending up
with Skittles

The rainbow food
Hill of the Monk
Fish
Seven Fishes
of wonder
Sea Bass
Her summery
Bermuda shebang
* Icely but pricey
chilled bur $-$-$
tang

Out there I found you as a gallant friend
But now here you lay numb and frigid
Leaving me, leaving the world torn apart.
The days when we played under the sun
and slept under the skies,
Those days when we hunted down
those boars in the wild,
Those days when we ran around
catching ladybirds in the grass,
The days when we basked under the sun
and laid in the lawn.

Where are those days, will they come again?
Now you lay in the death bed,
Speechless, motionless and still.
Yet I wonder if you can feel those jubilant days
Ever wishing them to come again along with you.
The times when we cried, laughed and hugged
Now they are gone, gone forever
Leaving me alone, hurting my sensitive feelings.
And I don't mourn your death, because you never left me
You are still in my heart, your soul is near me, crying over in pain.

When I see those rainbows and the bright sun,
When I watch the sky pouring down the rain,
When I catch sight of the blissful beach,
Yes, I would feel you in my heart,
And cry in bitterness of the elapsed days
And weep for you to come again
And pen a poem like this to see in retrospect
The silhouette of a remarkable era

Night is  day covered with tears,
my tears,
and they fill my night's hands
and it drinks them.
Salty with scent of fallen ladybirds
they take residence within my night
and they come to play each sunset.
I don't like tears running alone
so I give them more.
And tears come from my eyes
just to play,
not real reason,
yet so profound.

If you ask me how I am I just might tell you. If I feel like it.
I might tell you that there are weeds growing willful up
around the old shed, that the creepers are out of control,
that there are multi-coloured ladybirds ******* at old wounds
in the hollow of my heart, that acres of wild white daisies
are mad with Spring in the fields but that soon they shall wilt
because that's how it goes. If you ask I may tell you how
I drew blood from a prickly rose I couldn't stop myself from
touching and that it still hurts years later,
that some short-sighted clever creatures devoured too much
honey from the beehive in my back yard and died there fat and over-fed.
If you ask me how I feel I might say 'fine' but don't believe a word.
Fine!!
If you ask me how I am, and you really want to know, then search
my eyes for the spark that links souls and breathes new life
into old secret hiding places we didn't know existed, down there
in the gully where maggots love to linger and make silage, where
tombs are built to keep dead things buried and comatose.
if you ask me and I'm not saying you will, then be prepared to
drop down to where lifeless things may want to come back to life.
If you ask me who I am, I may say that I'm a cosmic river of luminous
liquid that spares no gellyfish from their own refection, where
dolphins stare speechless into the lost Polynesian deep blue of rusting
wreckage. If you ask me how I am, be sure you really want to know cause if
I'm in the mood, it may be a long trip and you may need a toothbrush.
So if you ask me and you probably won't now, but if you do we shall
sip wine of a kind for drunken lovers lush with the alchemy of bitter
grapes aged and morphed into the sweet drippings of reckless
angels ready to yank off another lid.

I dream of you where the flowers grow
such visions of contentment
where your voice is the stream that I follow
as it leads me to dappled shade
and beyond there are meadows of love
and the fields give life to happiness.

As I lay within my thoughts
your arms cover me in buttercups
clover softens my head
and dandelions touch my skin
as gently as your fingertips.

The smiling yellow faces look towards the sun
and your love feels like daisies
the ladybirds and I love you so
a gently growing blossom about my feet
you love me, you love me not, you will always love me

In a myriad of purple hues  
I hear your happiness like budlia
the bees and I love you so
dizzily dancing to taste your joy about my head
I love you, I love you not, I will always love you

I see tide upon tide of the brightest blue
a sea of remembrance, every petal is a kiss
and the butterflies and I love you so
they drink deeply and float about the breeze
evoking the fondest memories of you
*forget me not, forget me, please.. forget me not

two little bees were flying round a tree
one said to the other will you marry  me
one he was king the other was the queen
both of them agreed and set the wedding scene
they invited friends insects that they knew
ladybirds and ants and lots of others to
then they both got married the wedding was complete
flew in to there hive for a bite to eat

two little bees were flying round a tree
one said to the other will you marry  me
one he was king the other was the queen
both of them agreed and set the wedding scene.

they invited friends insects that they knew
ladybirds and ants and lots of others to
then they both got married the wedding was complete
flew in to there hive for a bite to eat

Apples, Pears, Cherries,
Everywhere you see,
Ladybirds, Ants, Wasps,
Friendly bumblebees.

***** hands from seven hours picking,
Gloomy cloud or sunny skies,
Back ache from Blueberry collecting or weeding,
Getting a thorn in your eye.

Early mornings,
Commuter train,
Loud school kids,
Station rush.

A busy morning followed by a peaceful afternoon,
fresh air and quiet,
What a beautiful hush.

seeds fluff the air
agents of a nuisance **** ;
                              'the city' warns

faded ladybirds thrive
aggressors from a foreign land ;
                               'the city' warns

two little lady birds were sitting on my plants
i sat there and watched as they began to dance.

going two and fro as happy as can be
dancing close together dancing just for me .

they were really happy having so much fun
dancing on the plants underneath the sun.

when they finished dancing  they sat there for a while
then they flew away and left me with a smile

two little bees were flying round a tree
one said to the other will you marry  me.

one he was the king the other was the queen
both of them agreed and set the wedding scene.

they invited friends insects that they knew
ladybirds and ants and lots of others to.

then they both got married the wedding was complete
flew in to there hive for a bite to eat.

Another Mother,
please
don't bother
The Bird buddy
such anger
management
for the human,
we are_
((Free birds))
Locked the
Queen Parliament
All humans\//
are the caged ones
(Tweets) fanatically
insane feet
Bird Fever
twiddle dee*
her satin sheets
(fiddle me)
Mr. Brando bird can see??
Bird front
breasted docks
Cardinal Pope
flocks of Coo
Moo clocks
Commando Crumbs
Crows feet heavy
metal big bro beat
Angry tears of a clown
The  tweet's on twitter
Rap brother
Big! brother Nomad

named Conrad_?
The kiss it never
felt like this

(Ann Margaritas))
Polly crackers
and French Brie
Terrible two
tweets/ angry-fits
All she does is sit
High flight buns
poppy seeds
I'm a free bird.
Please, no cages
******* wages.
Conrad Birdie
the
army got
you now.
Diamonds
bird created
Rubies
Billy Crystal
bye, birdie.
  Got stuffy
Pyshco bird
shower but_
She eats like a bird
zombie pantry.
Those breadcrumbs
4 seasons
Bird  feet seedy
The Gordon Fisherman

Starfish in her girdle;
Angry dogs of beagles
Jewish Bagels from
Brooklyn cream
cheese and lox
What a  bird **** puddle.
That security guard he
pecks and nibble
The bicycle she still
peddles at Peddlers
A whole bird village
Pa. Ha Ha
Papas and the mamas
There slowing me down
turtles imagine
me and you I do.
I think about you every
Rooftop twittering  
I need a lighter
No birdy littering
Wheres my bird waiter
Dorothy Rainbow
lorikeet
Brother, we
don't need to
escalate
Robin Red Breast
The Ladybirds braveheart
Solomon Island
movie part
The Rainbow
Lorikeet
She swept him off
another tweet
Down to the rainforest
Purple Prince
looked at her feet
girls so bitter
Her coffee
Freely and lightly
He went over to her
and said
Your coffee is
for the birds' sweetie
She said tweet tweet
You'll never be my bird
Angry is the word

In the garden.

sugar stealers stealing in
dancing lightly on the sugar tin and
crickets playing,
bees making mead because even bees
have that need for a drink,
ladybirds and some are men
what?
say that again,
ladybirds and some are men,
painted brightly to dance as
lightly as
the sugar stealers stealing in.

in a land of make believe where wishes all come true
where fairies and the leprecauns grant a wish for you
everything is magical and everything is free
where there is only happiness a land so full of glee

a land so full of slpendour a land of fantasy
lots and lots of things there for you to see
theres are many things waiting just for you
lots of different things there for you to do

there are unicons and little dragons to
lots of funny creatures there are quite a few
lots of colored butterflies with  colors by the score
ladybirds and dragon flies and whole lot more

a land of make believe where dreams can all come true
a land so far away waiting just for you.

A large Alsatian barks at a passerby stranger
as the pond geese honk sensing grave danger
Trudges back home a rangy lone ranger.

Big and little aubergines cast a purple shade
In the twilight birdsong begins to fade
Night makes navy-blue of the greenery's jade.

Wolves howl in the distance
Panthers prowl near pig pens
Ocelots growl around the dens.

Dolphins perform in the aquatic circus
Kids count on the time-old abacus
All in all the miracle of creation's fabulous

Elsewhere the morn dawns upon wee ladybirds
And shepherds go about grazing their hungry herds.

A rare sight of starfishes settle upon beach pebbles
Pink salmon in a see-through lake breath out bubbles
Bombed by tech; corpses found in debris and rubbles!

Wild species lurk in the murky forest
Stands tall and hovering high mount Everest
A chance to enjoy nature at its very best!

Admit it O' mankind no one can ever be
at par with your and my versatile Creator
The billions of species is far too extraordinary
He single-handedly created all that variety in nature.

For even the clever human who invented the radio
did not as well model the computer.
The one who designed my dresser couldn't design my patio
It'd be rare for a shoemaker to also be a tutor  

But God He made both ant and elephant
and there's absolutely nothing that He can't.