Your greenery
seeds within me
a beautiful thought of vegetative poetry

if all things were born of green
leaves filled with chlorophyll only
tell me friend
where the birds and bees will seek
love of seeds so green

and where in the world
we will find birds and bees honey

if only green was the kind of business you seek

what will happen to folks like me
who only
other than green
stuff eat
birds, chicken and meat!

I'm here to hone my skill and, hopefully, help other's do the same.

If anything I say offends you, I suggest you ignore me because I could not care less about fragile egos or raging insecurities looking for validation.

If you say you want the raw truth on a piece, I may respond with the raw truth. If you complain, I'll assume you never want me to read your work again and I am wonderfully okay with that.

If, for some reason, you do not like me, please imagine my concern.

I kicked out the following but don't know where to take it from here. the cliché would be to place a pretty young woman at the door. not certain that's where I want to go unless there is a twist. Please do not provide stanzas, just looking for ideas. Thanks

When Autumn's night began to fall
its leaves undone to Winter's call
a few made way up Walnut Hill
and chopped a chord to stay the chill

The books metaphorical

I developed a form of poetry called "morphing" poetry. In it one changes the form of the poem from one to another to mirror the poem's content. For example one could change from free form to rhyming. It appears to be going over pretty well. (If you want to see a sample you can look up my "Widow's Retreat")

welI I just returned from across eternity ,
now they all call it www ....only

Stephen Fry's "The Ode Less Travelled"

I READ SOME RAVE REVIEWS
SOME AND MANY MOSTLY
GAVE IT A FIVER STAR
NOT DOLLAR
FEW shaved OFF ONE
AND ANOTHER ADDED
A MINUS

TILL A BOLD MAYBE SILLY GUY LIKE ME...
GAVE IT A SINGLE*
STAR

Thank god there were no minus
else all would crave for darkness!

Are you feeling "Angry", "Fear", "Grief" or "Other"? Let's sing it here at Eternal Renga. Come sing a "Song of Passion" with us.

incubator
of ghosts...swirling inside...like blood flowing...
lost...searching for an organ...to keep alive...

.the truth...
ignored by selfish pains... empty lungs...
a black cavity...patient to host...creatures of the dirt...
Death.....
the end to beginnings...so they say...

It's a bit of a heavy read but interesting.

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/article/240250

~Arrow

I feel that it is about time that there was an indication of the number of people that visit a poem on site.
I just take my works off after a few days if there are no comments on a piece.
I don't really care if some people can't write comments and continually want their work to have comments I just would like to know that anything I write at least has been seen..
I am now going to stop commenting leaving critique on all those that don't bother.