Sammy snail

Sammy snail was hungry.
Sluggishly he sampled
Salads from my herb garden.
Nurtured with great attention
With an organic prevention.
It hasn’t seemed to work
For silver streaks across the clay
Where once my coriander lay,
Now just a nibbled stem
A remnant of my garden gem.
I sit and wait – see them skate
An army that at night migrate
To salads on their dinner plate.
A shake of salt – then we’ll see
Escargot a la carte maybe.
JPoet 7 ( wordverse.me )

Winter’s flurry

Swans swim silently
Cormorants on landing skate.
Coots communicate
On a winter’s morning.

Cormorants on landing skate.
Stealthy fox creeps closer
On a winter’s morning
As reeds around frost over.

Stealthy fox creeps closer
Mallards feathers quiver
As reeds around frost over
For fear of being exposed.

Mallards feathers quiver
Coots communicate
For fear of being exposed
Swans swim silently.

Jpoet7 ( wordverse.me )

I often called you from this place
Now you are in an angel’s space
Smiling – you were always kind
Your picture came into my mind.

Life moves on so speedily
Scatter blossoms on a cherry tree
Dandelions you always cleared
The blessed things they reappeared

Fondly spoken of in places
In every corner there are traces
Your image colours all our thoughts
And helps us to those bridges cross

JPoet7 ( wordverse.me )

A kind word is eternal
In the shifting sands of life
Waves of sad emotions
Washed away to sea.

Like a message in a bottle
Opened up once more
A smile one can relate to
Open up a door.

Once uttered it will ripple
In a mirror flash a smile
A momentary murmur
In passing well worthwhile.

J.poet7 ( wordverse.me )

Skeletons of the past
where ancient apples grew.
Red roses in the garden
whose name we never knew.
Behind the door a parlour
where people entertained
Listening to a fiddle
Or someone playing spoons
Or maybe an old seanchaí
A glass of poitin on his knee
Telling tales both tall or true
Another sod of turf burns brightly
As embers sparkled to the sky
An old bearded banjo player
Strikes up the Apple blossom special
And the bones of the orchard
Danced once more.

Jpoet7