Poetry

Seagrass “Seagrass”. My latest poem. A little Nietzsche with even less Hawthorne. By John G. Stamos Seagrass John G. Stamos Directionless direction, magnetic fields at the poles, and ice is sliding Off shelves, in shelves, in sheaves, to hear them tell it, or it’s not, to hear them tell it. These fields are fallow, Their

Poems of an Arthropodic Nature A pair of (very) short poems inspired by the world of arthropods. Perhaps more poesy than poetry. The whimsy quotient is high. By Ann Simpson-Stamos Weft, Be Gone Ann Simpson-Stamos Golden spider, you are in my hair. You are mistaken; I am not your lair. There will be no web

Three Poems Three short works about nature and people.  You’ll be done with them in two shakes of a lamb’s tail. By John G. Stamos Bee Lines John G. Stamos A bee touches down, Then investigates and inspects The secret inner workings Of a flower. Is knowledge, of any kind, Imparted? Has either party become

Low Murmurs My newest original poem, “Low Murmurs”, published for the first time, here in The Renaissance Garden Guy.  It’s a shorty. By John G. Stamos Low Murmurs John G. Stamos They whisper, sharing secrets dear, Or simply nod, or bow, And, as one, plied with earthen cheer, Honor a solemn vow To embrace warmth,

Two Poems Here are two poems.  Sort of free verse-ish, sort of prose-ish.  I just wrote them now, and ran outside to grab a pic in the dark.  So, two hastily written poems and one hastily snapped photo is my RGG contribution this evening.  (Somebody ought to can me.) By John G. Stamos Insurrection John

Flowers Grew Here My original poem, “Flowers Grew Here”, published for the first time, right here in The Renaissance Garden Guy. By John G. Stamos Flowers Grew Here John G. Stamos In the shade of a gray potting shed, hidden by overgrowth and scrub, there is an empty forgotten flower pot. But once, flowers grew

Traveling Dialogues “Traveling Dialogues” is my original poem.  Published for the first time, here in The Renaissance Garden Guy. By John G. Stamos Traveling Dialogues John G. Stamos A few days after he thought he remembered it starting, A Wednesday, He asked the old man, “Do you need whiskey to think about it? To remember

Moonlight “Moonlight” is my new poem.  Really, it’s a love letter to that plaintive light that reveals more secrets than just those of a cloudless night. By John G. Stamos Moonlight John G. Stamos Moonlight, Can I follow you beneath the knitting of copses and thickets and eaves? Under a shell of my making, and

Cycad Susurrations A poem about a houseplant?  Seriously?  Well, it is a pretty remarkable houseplant… My original work, “Cycad Susurrations”, is indeed a short poem inspired by one of my own potted plants, the mysterious and sinister Sago Palm.  This plant is a cycad – of the genus Cycas in the plant family Cycadaceae (one