The dandelion to a gardener, no word could be worse From a man's lips it's often combined with a curse Your neighbor smirks as he looks over your fence Lotta good it did what with all the money you spent
They pop up by the thousands in the middle of the night Right after you mowed all day, it just doesn't seem right Growing along busy highways standing fearless and tall Breaking through cement sidewalks, tar roads and brick walls
And yet if you should pick one and study it for a awhile Seeing more then just a dandelion will bring about a smile I'll tell you for certain what will take your breath away Is when your child hands you a big dandelion bouquet
The night is very dark with a slight summer breeze, A shimmer of moon peeking through the branches of trees. I hear another’s footsteps in the distance from behind, Hopefully the owner is a person that’s very kind.
As I continue to walk faster, a pounding in my heart, The moon gets brighter as the clouds start to part. I turn around as I hear the sound at a quicker pace, Gleefully I laugh as the moon lights up my brother’s face.
I went for a walk with my mama today It wasn't great weather one could say She has a red umbrella with polka dots I have one too made just for little tots
The sky was dark and the rain poured down I kept close to mom for fear I might drown I love rainy days and hope we have lots and lots The more I can use my red umbrella with polka dots
I’m waiting for Spring and other nice things, Aren’t you? I’m waiting for warmer weather, I’m waiting for fine little things with feathers. Aren’t you? I’m waiting for those pretty little spotted eggs, For those little creatures with tiny stick legs, Aren’t you? Said the nasty slimy snake that slithers and begs
Author Eileen Clark April 2019
Image: John’s Studio Garden Decor for Outside on Amazon
February brings winter’s end, A time for snow to slowly descend, But the hint of spring is just around the bend, And the beauty of nature is on the mend. The snowflakes fall in silence and grace, A winter wonderland, a magical place, But as the snow melts, spring takes its place, And the world is transformed, what a precious little space.
On winter nights my bedroom seemed gray and bland Then mom would turn on the lamp on the bedside stand I can’t explain how it happend with one small click So pink and so bright, it was like a magical trick Night after night soft pink roses would light up my room I felt warm and safe, one click and my roses would bloom
Groundhog day is here once again It happens every year my friend When he looks up at the sky Will he laugh or will he cry
Does he stay out or retreat back to his den And wait six weeks more for spring to begin Will his shadow dance and play Or is spring still six more weeks away
Why do we celebrate groundhog day It started in Canada and Pennsylvania USA
Author Eileen Clark
Authors note, this is the worst poem I've ever written! Image: e:https://www.amazon.com/.../B0BK.../ref=asc_df_B0BK86D8ZT/...
Linen, the smell of fresh crisp clean white linen You can't capture the smell of linen in a bottle though they try. When I think of linen, it's with a bitter sweet sigh I think of my childhood, memories of good times gone by.
Napkins and table cloths with a white embroidered design, Sunday dinner with aunts and uncles, cousins and grandparents so fine Pot roast or chicken, mashed potatoes and strawberry rhubarb pie. Hanging on to memories, happy times and some times to cry.
Life was livable and children were sweet, often quiet and shy, Streets filled with kids on bicycles or roller skates, and kites in the sky. Air filled with sounds of horns and whistles, a baseball cracking off of a bat, The shouts of children with laughter and joy, oh the wonderment of all that.
Running after the ice cream truck with a ringing bell, Cones and Eskimo pies, and Popsicles as well. Little girls secrets from boys they'll never tell, Linen, crisp white linen, an unforgettable fresh smell.
Front yards had white picket fences and trellises with climbing roses, Daisies and Hollyhocks, sweet aromas filled our noses. Pansies and Tulips, hear the soft sounds of humming bees. The back yards had bird houses posted to Oak and Maple trees.
Robins and Bluebirds on branches hidden amongst the leaves, Clothes lines with clothes pins gripping sheets waving in the breeze Crisp clean linens spreading out against the light blue sky, So many memories of wonderful times in my life gone by
One can hardly hear the little jingeling sound Or the power of each hoof as they surge down Sounds are muffled in deep snow on the ground As my team of horses are homeward bound
The trail is disappearing as the snow keeps piling up Doesn't look like any time soon it's going to let up I've had these two horses for many a year Finding our way home isn't anything I fear
I call one Loud Thunder and the other Bright Star Waiting for me at the farm is coffee in a thermos jar Pulling the plaid blanket up higher around my face There's never a time with my team I don't feel safe
Through thick snow I begin to see our house and barn Payment for you both will be apples hay and corn We three make the most of every wintery snowy day Once summer comes we miss hitching up our sleigh
Why that sleek sly smile on your face Why that look in your eyes of distaste Who’s mind did you wrongly cross today who’s heart did you rip out and throw away
I can tell when you’ve finished with someone You have a bit of that cocky stance Your bellowing out, “well that dude is done” Now that I know you, I know in a glance
It’s finally happened to you at long last Things I told you, you would not grasp I said the day would come and you’d be old You should’ve picked one of those sorry souls
Now you’ve lost your youth, it passes, it’s swift You already had one too many face lifts I’m giving you this address, don’t anymore cry It’s the old folks home, their you might find a guy
Author Eileen Clark ~ Written in 2009, not sure why
Artist: Morgan Penn
This painting by Morgan Penn is so much more suited for my poem
Get out of my way, please get out of my way I haven’t had my hot cup of coffee today Sand in my eyes, cobwebs on my face If you want to live, get out of my space
Haven’t brushed my teeth nor used a wash cloth What I need right now is a mean cup of broth Looked in the cabinet, the refrigerator and drawer Nothing no way, never been in this situation before
My eyes popping out, my ears are turning green Toe nails curling up and I think I’m gonna scream You ask what can you do, well you can either pray Or quick get me to the nearest coffee cafe’
Hello friends, have you checked out our videos on here, they are awesome! Just click on this picture and it will take you right to the page. Some great songs that I love and the artist. The picture is my daughter Valerie playing Lucy and my son in-law Laine playing Desi. Enjoy!
It all started when I first heard these sweet melodies A piano being played, fingers gently touching the keys I was standing in a meadow away from houses and streets The tunes I heard were played from very old music sheets
In my mind I picture a beautiful old fashioned girl Seems like she lived in another time, another world I go back to the meadow every chance I can get away All I want, almost need is to hear those melodies play
I watched my snowman melt today in the sun For a little kid like me that sure wasen't fun We got to be friends while I was making him Like he told me he wanted a hat with a brim
He asked me for a nose that was a real carrot At night he and rabbits could nibble and share it I gave him my old wool scarf that was wearing a bit thin And big brown buttons I found in my mom's sewing tin
I used little stones to give him a big happy smile They all fell to the ground left atop a large snow pile He's melting slowly away with each sunny day I think about him every night when I start to pray
I don't understand, it was all so very subtle I lost my snowman friend to a big round puddle
Waking up this morning to a dark and dreary day It was cloudy, so gloomy and dismally gray It's damp in my house, cold air seeps throughout A day for staying in bed, of this I have no doubt
Slipping back down under my covers for a bit longer The rain turning to sleet and the wind getting stronger Weather like this usually turns into a deep freeze The barometer on my porch shows it's just nine degrees
Later in the day a dazzling sight of iced bushes and trees Branches were bending and crackling in a frosty brisk breeze Sparkling Icicle chimes was the sound from this winter splendor Only a gift from the heavens above could be the sender
Look around, hear the pain in others voices You see they too were not given many choices Try to find something that you really enjoy doing Then do it and have something worth viewing
You have family, if not how about your friends If none then get a pet, they stay loyal to the end It's so easy to gripe, complane and shout You do that and friends you'll be without
So hears my recipe to be happy and stay sane Look around you, see others living life with pain So you just try it, what have you got to loose Live your life with laughter, it's yours to choose
Author Eileen Clark 2023
Picture of me and my daughter Valerie taken December 10, 2023
Pumpkin and chocolate would be so pleasantly nice On this beautiful crisp fall day to add a bit of spice As I ponder over this, I know just what it will take To find a recipe for a pumpkin and chocolate cake
I'll top it with a smooth dark chocolate frosting Only the best ingredients, worry not what it's costing This and hot chocolate are some of the many reasons Why folks like you and me simply love the fall seasons
Author Eileen Clark 2023
November’s the month that you get a chance, To spend time outside a little while longer. Warm sunny days may show up now and then, But the wind is cooler and a little bit stronger.
Leaf’s dangling on branches here and there, Plenty of warning before they are totally bare. Darkness comes early, light no longer yours, Better get busy, finish up those outdoor chores.
Repair all the cracks in the window panes, Clean out the twigs and leaves in your drains. Stack up plenty of logs in a nearby covered space You’ll have nightly warmth coming from your fireplace.
November gives you the time to put your mind at ease, The Almanac gives warning, this winter a deep freeze. Sitting by the fire with your coffee, you have not a care, You were the smart one, you knew how well to prepare.
Author Eileen Clark 2014
“The New England style farmhouse above is from 1750. Despite the clear skies and November sunbeams, the inside of the homestead was so dark and smelled of creosote from ages past. A little fire burned in the kitchen and herbs hung from the ceiling. The surrounding fields were the home to 13,000 soldiers during the Revolutionary War.”
It doesn’t matter how many tears in life you cry If no one’s there to listen, does it really matter why So many years you have wept throughout the night You wake up to a shining sun, yet you don’t see the light I am still standing
No one was there for you, to teach you how to win To tell you when you fail, get back out there and do it again When you hear the whispers behind your back, don’t give in Block out the cruel remarks, she’s slow, plain looking, so thin I am still standing
I’m reading more, teaching myself, letting go of old fears Removing all the negativity that clung to me for years I’m learning how to let go, to just take it on the chin I had better because it comes from within, yes from my very own kin I am absolutely still standing
Bring my ashes home in a coffee can I'm not particular about which brand It can be Folgers or even Maxwell House Just don't bury me next to my ex spouseSpend my insurance money on a big clay pot
Mix my ashes in with dirt and Miracle Grow
Then plant the flowers called Forget-Me-Nots
Every summer I'll put on a dazzling show
Author Eileen Clark 2023
Do pictures of cows and barns remind you of a simpler time Seeing them, do you wish that you could travel years back Back to the country corners of your youthful boys mind Memories of you running through wheat fields and hay stacks
Are you longing in your heart for those hazy hot summer days When you ran through pastures where the Jersey cows graze In your minds eye do you see the weathered old red barn Linger their a little bit longer, it sure can’t do you any harm
Do you see ladies sitting at the table in a bright yellow kitchen Coffee, hot cider and apple pie aromas filling the large room Men in the smokey parlor, manly conversations they are pitching Children playing board games while lots of candy they consume
These pictures can bring you back, in your mind they are instilled To a time when the pantry was stocked and baskets always filled Under your roof was an abundance of love, laughter, and little strife Where Gods embers of warmth and glory filled every part of your life
Author Eileen Clark
Beautiful Picture Found on Pinterest-https://www.pinterest.com/lillyajordan/
Never forget how much I love you as you get older You will face many challenges in life Just do your best Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass It’s about learning to dance in the rain Every day may not be good But find something good in every day Laugh, love life, follow your dreams Believe in yourself and remember to be awesome I’ll always be with you, I’ll always love you.
Taylor
Chelsea
Poem Found on Pinterest ~ Pictures Are My Two Granddaughters
Creeping along the mountain, Or winding along the stream, Each year growing dimmer and dimmer, Then fading away like a dream.
Almost impossible to follow, Still in the days long ago, These trails were the only highways And whither did they go?
Some lead deep in the forest Where they hunted the deer and bear, Where they dried the meat for food And skins made them clothes to wear.
While some lead to lakes and rivers Where the loon and wild geese call, To rice-fields in late October When the snow commenced to fall,
While some climbed high on the mountain Where the huckleberries grew, And ripened upon the sunny slopes, Sweetened by mountain dew,
Others found way to the border tribes Where the war-whoops loud and shrill, Echoed along the cliffs and crags, Me-thinks I can hear them still.
Now only a scar on some tree remains Of the trails of the long ago, The summer comes, the fall appears, With winter's frost and snow.
And as each season passes, Leaves dimmer every trace, I can see the trails a-passing, The same as the Indian race.
Author: James William Whilt
We are talking about a time, a time long ago, Happy places, happy faces, things went slow. Folks strolling along down the sidewalk, Always stopping with their neighbors to talk.
Listen to the children’s laughter in the air, Up and down each street, they were everywhere. The sound of a ball hitting hard off the bat, The thump of roller skates over each crack.
The enjoyment of a front yard is a thing of the past, Back then you’d hear father’s yelling, get off the grass! Lemonade stands and croquet sets ready to go, Now the front yard is just something you mow.
The very best thing was the front porch time we spent, After work, after school, after dinner, their we went. Parents sitting on porch swings and in the wicker chairs Children hanging on the rails and sitting on the stairs.
Young and old gathered on the porch summer nights, Drinking ice tea while chatting about the days news. Lingering on until aglow became all the street lights, Walking back home feeling no better life could they choose.
The best thing I remember about our front porch I'd say, On rainy days when we couldn’t go out in the yard to play, Mother would make oatmeal cookies and call all our friends, Checkers and marbles would be games played till the days end.
Author Eileen Clark~ 2012
Image: People sitting on the front porch in the 1950’s
Good news was more often across the air waves, Men and women were honest, strong and brave. Happy children with grubby little faces, Family grocery shops in so many places.
Pickles and relishes in the pantry canned, Life at that time seemed ever so grand. Pies and breads on the windowsills cool, love and kindness was the golden rule.
Aprons on dresses to keep them clean, Every back door open with a wooden screen. Young folks today will never experience, That life’s pureness, calmness, and innocents.
Some of the older ones know just what I mean, Only by walking along in our memories dream. Not again will we live in this quaint little world, Waking up, back to reality we are quickly hurled.
Author Eileen Clark
Authors note:
Every generation had it’s own horrors so we try to look at the good things about it. When I look back I remember kids being obedient and respectful to parents, relatives, and teachers, it was not a matter of choice.
It was really hard to set her paint brush down
She never thought about that day coming round
Water colors is the medium she chose to try
Using paints in little tin boxes that the kids buy
Just the eight basic colors was all she would need
Knowing how to mix them was useful to succeed
Six cheap brushes from large to one tiny and frail
And a big pad of watercolor paper that was on sale
Landscapes showed her talent, most folks would agree
All her friends have paintings, all were given free
She loved to paint the sky with white billowy clouds
For a piece to be finished, she would have to feel proud
A brush filled with black paint dropped from her shaky hand On her perfect finished clouds is where that brush did land
It was to be her last, though sad, at least she could say
Across New England, in many homes my paintings stay
Author Eileen Clark 2023
I was cleaning out a basket near my computer and found a couple of old watercolor brushes. I placed them in a plastic bag where I kept others. I was looking at them for a bit and to my surprise, tears welled up in my eyes. I haven't done a painting in years because of my shaky arthritic hands, hence this poem.
In the fall my cat is so much fun, I bring her out for her daily run. She mostly likes the big Maple trees, With their many red and orange leaves.
One red leaf dropped on her head, Her blue eyes saw the bright red It slowly slipped down her nose. She brushed it away with her paw-toes.
I rake the leaves up into one big pile, And so it begins, she showing her cool style. Jumping in and out, in and out my delightful cat, Until there’s nothing left leaving the pile flat.
She stands at my feet looking up at me, She's asking for more, I know that plea. I'll make this next pile three times the size, And when I jump in, that'll be quite a surprise.
Author Eileen Clark
Yesterday I saw a leaf or two fall to the ground Today while walking I heard a crunching sound
Looking up I saw some leaves had turned yellow The middle of August and temperatures are mellow
I'm getting so excited because it's almost September I've been this way about fall as long as I can remember Tomorrow I'll go shopping for apples and sweet cider The store clerk laughs and couldn't be more snider
Apples I got plenty, but aren't you rushing the fall season
Summer's not even over yet so what is your reason So I tell him, not feeling the slightest bit of shame September is my favorite month and the trees feel the same
Author Eileen Clark 2023
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It all started when I first heard these sweet melodies A piano being played, fingers gently touching the keys I was standing in a meadow away from houses and streets The tunes I heard were played from very old music sheets
In my mind I picture a beautiful old fashioned girl Seems like she lived in another time, another world I go back to the meadow every chance I can get away All I want, almost need is to hear those melodies play
Training your human is a thankless task . “Why bother with it?”, some kittens may ask. The fate of the world is the issue at hand, as felines worldwide stake a claim for their land. Make no bones about it, we cats own the joint. We spray in the corners to drive home the point. *When they try to punish, you mustn’t show concern . All attempts of discipline a pussycat should spurn. A snide flick of tail will convey no remorse, but they will try harder to scold you, of course! So, hide in the closet until they forget, and then launch out just like an F-14 jet.
Author Unknown
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
BY Robert Frost
Tell me why the Hummingbird holds such a fascination, Watching them out the window is my full time occupation. They don’t wake me in the morning with a beautiful song, I can't take their picture, they don’t stay still for very long.
Yet early spring I hang up my Hummingbird feeder, Watching for the first male that is called their leader. They are very thirsty from their long migration trip, And know that I have plenty of nectar for them to sip.
The dazzling ruby throated is incredible to see, Thousands from the tropics land in every county. Swift moving wings makes a lovely humming tune, All of my summer days for certain they will consume.
It's not good for a person to live so long Everyday I sing this sorrowful song From late at night to the early dawn My brother and sister have long been gone That ain't right, it's just so wrong
They were both much younger then me Can someone put me out of my misery Life is too short, that's what people say Not mine, looks like I'm here to stay That ain't right, it's just so wrong
The other day I heard a motorcycle go by The sound of that engine made me cry I rode a Harley Davidson, candy apple red Ma yelling, get off that thing or you'll end up dead She was wrong, she was just so wrong
In this wheelchair I sit still hanging on Even though I'm old I feel very strong What a crying shame what a pitiful pity Nothing but wrinkled skin that sure ain't pretty That ain't right, it's just so wrong
Guess by now your tired of listening to me
Well out of this body I too would like to be free
A paradise is at the end just waiting for me
I know for a fact because I've been given the key
That is right, it's just so right
Author Eileen Clark 2023
I am happy to inform all my followers on WordPress that my poem “Last Wishes” has been published on Spillwords Press. I would like to thank Dagmara K., and the Spillwords Press team for publishing this and other poems I have written, Most sincerely, Eileen Clark
I want to walk down a gravel road
Hear stones crunching under my feet
On one side Daisies and Black Eyed Susan's
On the other a field of swaying wheatI want to sit at an old picnic table
Near a lake, in the woods, under trees
That shouldn't be asking for too much
There was a time when I did all of theseI want to ride my bike, take a hike
Dig my toes down in hot ocean sand
Smell of nature in all the pasture land
I want to rake up red and yellow leavesAlas, a finial plea amongst all of these
Is to thank Jehovah one more time on bended knees
Stead in a wheelchair I sit, on my porch, in the breeze
Author Eileen Clark I am happy to inform all my followers on WordPress that my poem "Last Wishes" has been published on…
Every kid loves to hear that glorious sound The crack that echoes around the playground A young boy just swung his tightly gripped bat Like lightning he runs leaving behind his blue hat
Right off it's a home run for this newly formed team Friends shouting, hardly believing what they've just seen Running past each base we can hear this young lads dreams Hey dad, someday I'm going to be on the big league teams
Author Eileen Clark 2023
Image ~ https://rogerwilkerson.tumblr.com/page/22
https://11questions-blog.tumblr.com/post/24747057969/11-questions-forroger-wilkerson
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one When rocked to rest on their mother’s breast As she dances about the sun I wield the flail of the lashing hail And whiten the green plains under And then again I dissolve it in rain And laugh as I pass in thunder
The day is a gray one and bitter cold Wind slapping my face piercingly bold The snow is icy white, the top layer is hard My forced footsteps leave the service scarred
Not a sound is heard, noises freeze in mid air Later the moon exposes that activity was their Some rabbits, deer and even some wolf tracks Leaving me to wonder, are they running in packs
Tired and hungry, I head back to my lodge Safe, yet feeling there is something I just dodged looking out my window I see shadows prowling There they are on the hill, I hear the wolves howling
The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day When the sun is out and the wind is still, You’re one month on in the middle of May. But if you so much as dare to speak, A cloud comes over the sunlit arch, A wind comes off a frozen peak, And you’re two months back in the middle of March.
Robert Frost
Flowers in a Snowy Field, Wall Art, Digital Download, AI Art, Artificial Intelligence, Generated Art
Thin child you are always sad long walks alone Mothers weighty Eats nothing but salads Don’t sit at table Too jealous of child It gets colder with age Skinny since birth long walks away from home Time changes nothing Gets bigger each year still trying to lose weight Eat salad, stay home, don’t run No new dresses
Author Eileen Clark
This is NOT about me, just trying my hand at Fusion poetry, not sure I like it.
Shell I tell you what I suddenly see
A little girl grew up in front of me It's like
I barely even turned around
There you stood in this beautiful gown
Yesterday you had just turned six
Wrestling boys and throwing sticks
This has really happened, can you see
You've grown up quickly and quite pretty
I didn't take enough pictures or keep a baby book
Now I see you and my feelings have been shook
Look at yourself and forgive me while I have a cry
I didn't even get to say to that little girl goodbye
I have a little partner that always hangs around He helps me keep my two feet solid on the ground His eyes are wide open, he watches here and there People that approach me, please do so with careHis secret is well hidden in his soft little paws If you mess with me, out will come his claws I'm not trying to scare you but here's the deal Just giving you some caution, to you I do appeal
Some person took a swing at me, being angry and mean Kitty gave him a swipe back, leaving a bloody stream It's better you all know this from the very start This little guy has secured me in his smart little heart
Author Eileen Clark
My ink is drying up and my pen no longer writes smooth This just can't happen now, to many thoughts I will loose Fading away this old body, still more to write, to be heard My memories and precious images are becoming a bit blurred
My hand shakes, the paper gets wrinkled as I write so fast But I must write quickly while the thoughts in there still last Some verses, as I write I laugh, often things were very funny Then the sad things, my tears make the ink blurred and runny
So pass my writings down to every family child that arrives Never just store them away in some back room archives May the pages look well read, the corners torn and tattered It will be a way of telling me, to you my poems mattered
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