TURNING TO LOVER
*COLD AS ICE*
Zambonice-ing Your X-winter Whiting-rinks, Visible & Unusual Tough Snow-flurry, Racing Quietly Precipitation, Overflows, Nightfall, Mocking Like-little Keys Jiggling, Inside Hailstorm, Getting Frigid, Every-second, Drifting Clouds, Building ANGER!
for: ABC contest
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012
A-Z Latin and Common names of plants.
A is for Acanthus Mollis the Latin name but this does teach us
B is for the common name we know it as bears Breaches.
C is for Campanula some are short and some of them tower
D is for the common name the pretty blue Dalmatian Bellflower
E is for Erigeron a daisy like flower not keen on the rain
F is for its common name, a strange sounding Fleabane.
G is for Galtonia its nodding head like a bowing nymph
H is for the common name the snowdrop or summer Hyacinth.
I is for Imperata Ruba not so hardy let me tell you alas
J is for the common name It’s known as Japanese Blood Grass.
K is for Kniphoria Triangularis a tall flower when unfurled
L is for the common name the pretty Light of the World.
M is for Morus nigia a stately tree with hearts shaped leaves
N is not for the common name but NEEDS care when pruning as it bleeds
Oenothera biennis is for an ephemeral beauty a perfume delicate on the nose
P is for the common name, and we know it as the Evening Primrose.
Q is for Quercus Ruba a fast growing plant that looks tremendous against a wall
R is for the red leaves that this plant displays when in the fall
S is for Salvia greggii you will of heard of this I’ll will wage
T is for its common name we know it as a Texas Sage.
U is for Ugni a fruiting tree with leathery leaves that is second to none
V is for variety in fact in this tree there is only one.
W is for Wisteria that loves to ramble up wires and twist
X is for Xeranthemum the flowers are straw like and crisp
Y is for the Yucca plant a flowering beauty that last for weeks
Z is for Zantedeschia a lily, a variety of colours for you to seek.
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2013
A beach captivating deprived eyes,
Fascination, grandiose haven in July,
Keeping lovely mountains nearby,
Of Pacific, quixotic, refulgent sunset/sunrise.
Tarry! Unwind! Vast waves eXtrudes Yuletide-like Zephyr.
Written: Aug. 16, 2012
This is a beautiful beach in Tamurong, Candon, I.S. It is located near my place or compound just a walking distance from my house. Its name was officially given by the people living in that area who are mostly relatives. The word "namagyan" means "relatives." Many visitors are going to this place and enjoy the nature, their moments and most especially the whole day of Sabado De Gloria (Black Saturday) and ecumenical services are held on this beautiful beach on the dawn/sunrise of Easter Sunday! It's a very fantastic place to visit! Come and see!
Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2012
By the side of the
Gusts of wind
Interfered with my
Notes to myself
Parchment, inked by my
Smiling as Sundown
Takes light from the sky
Until darkness blankets the creek
Very slowly a storm approaches
Waiting until St. Francis
Xavier sends a
Young owl to guide me home where
ZZZs of sleep fill the night
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010
Besides love men need fishing,
And for both, most are wishing,
Catching trophies chosen best,
To be envied by the rest.
Fishing is a game of sport
Loved by all, both tall and short.
We must fool the fish’s eye,
If we plan to stir and fry,
Some use boats while others wade,
As they fish the sun or shade.
Ice-cold drinks help pass the day,
While life’s troubles fade away.
Most men feel they've everything,
With their rod, hook, cork and string.
Be it river, pond or lake,
We all pray our line won't break.
By Tom Zart
Copyright © Tom Zart | Year Posted 2007
Oh! The Supreme soul, the creator of all creatures,
My heart longs to see thee and seeks thee in thy awesome nature
That thou fashioned, as thou fashioned me
And all the other souls as thou want them to be.
The sky and seas, the mountain and the trees
The clouds and the rains, the green and golden grains,
The ceaseless rivers, sparkling brooks or the transparent streams
Flow to their destination, as you designed to fulfill their dreams.
From the majestic wild beasts to the tiny little geese,
From the meek humble lambs and fish, to the butterflies and bees,
The splendid penguins, gorgeous swans, doves and birds of paradise
Sing thy praises at the glorious dawn, looking at the mesmerizing sun rise.
And look up to the heavenly wonder! The fabulous rainbows
And feel thy presence when the gentle comforting breeze blows.
Oh Lord! The enormous ocean of love
Quench my thirst, enhance my tolerance and raise me above
All hatred resentment, burning my pride
Teach me thy way to take a stride
To walk on a path of peace, righteousness and compassion
And let my spirit be united with thine and forever abide.
Cleanse my impurity sprinkling thy amazing grace,
Do not banish me when I’m in distress from seeking thy dazzling face
Soak me with thy passion and boundless love when I’m dry
That I may wipe the tears of thy needy children when they cry.
Bless that I may obtain thy mercy in the days of my trouble
When I raise my hands up to you confessing that I’m feeble
When all my strength blows off like a bubble
May I rest my head on thy shoulder for I know you’re able.
All my worries all my sorrows
Lead me to the way that’s dark and narrow
Hold my hand and guide me to the path that’s yours
Heal my heart and soul, make me purest of the pure.
As the birds crave to reach their nest before twilight,
Take me to my eternal home where I can dwell in your light
But still I’ve to walk miles and miles in wilderness I’m sure
And face trials and turbulence and tides to cross the sea and reach the shore
Where thou art waiting to embrace and take me home
Where my soul will rest forever and wonder in dark no more.
I cry and yell to my potter, mold me Lord as thou needeth me to be at your home
My final destination where my maker lives, my sweet eternal home.
Copyright © Manimala Basu | Year Posted 2015
Am from the backseats of mean streets
I got my eye aiming the Wall Street
They said education is the key
I wonder why they made it expensive for we,
Am sitting around hood rats,
Gangsters and Ex- prisoners
Sniffing, snatching, stuffing stuff
Mama expects a lawyer, a doctor, a mayor,
We are in the middle of a crisis
Am the original copy of a son-of-a-gun
I define the odds
I believe to break a law,
Is to make a road
You go east or west,
Home is still the best
But with a bullet in your chest
Don’t mess with these streets
They will give you a free ride to hell
Pot and crack do rounds all over,
It’s a mess,
I am needed, you are needed,
We are needy
We are in a man eat man generation
You either survive or succumb
There’s a billion ways to die,
It’s time for a change,
Change of perspectives,
Change of attitude,
Change of behavior
Let’s get out of our comfort zone,
Coz that’s what’s drowning us,
We need a change
Change for the better
It’s revolution time!!
Copyright © adam abdul | Year Posted 2014
Amassed bulging clouds
Dashing enmity fusion,
In jellylike kneaded layaway
Mysterious noir over
Prairies quietly resting
Suddenly trapped under
Vicious wind’s X rated
CarolineCecile - 10.15.12
Copyright © Caroline Cécile Delacroix | Year Posted 2012
Apples.. beetles.. caterpillars..
fertile ground.. hollyhocks..
Ivy jumbled kegs..
leafy mint.. nematodes..
quiet rest sunsets.. tomatoes under vines..
wheelbarrows.. xanadu yearning zeal!
Copyright © Patricia Sawyer | Year Posted 2010
A bountiful cascade, delivers enchantment, * *
featuring, glittering holograms.
Iridescent jubilance, kindles loveliness. *
Moonlight nestles over peaceful quietude.
Resplendent stars, twinkle, *
uncovering velvet’s wonderland. *
Xanadu's yuletide zeal
For the Contest: Snow ABC
Sponsored by yasmin khan
By Carrie Richards 3/13/12
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2012
I have never seen a living thing
That looked so very dead--
Lacking elegance and color,
Seeming dolorous, instead.
And its limbs were much distorted,
Like an old, arthritic hand,
As it leaned there, hunched and crooked,
As if it hurt to stand.
But while it had the look of death
It bestowed the coolest shade,
Leaving me to wonder why...
This God so oddly made?
Copyright © meldin merrill | Year Posted 2008
Africa, beautiful continent
Dreamy echoes fascinate
Giraffes heighten inclines
Jurassic known linger
Madagascar nestles offshore
Primates quest reform
Savannah tribes umbilical
Visioned waves x-ray
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009
The Earth dry and bare; waiting eagerly for the drops of care;
Caught in the hot, steaming summer’s snare;
The flowers and creepers decorating window sills; all look desolate and ill;
As the nature withers away in the sun’s merciless glare.
The men and the wives; the kids and the wild;
All are enduring the summer’s waterless exile;
They are waiting for the rain; to relieve them of the heat pain;
And of that life which has become a sweaty turmoil.
The wind strong and gusty; makes the roads yellow and dusty;
And the air around becomes suffocating and musty;
The birds forget to sing; their lilting, musical thing;
Even as the tree leaves wristle and make noise so husky.
Then come the Monsoon showers; falling first on boughs and flowers;
Making the trees and plants glisten and glower;
So the monsoon comes in grace; driving away summer’s trace;
Lashing at window-panes with its all-reigning power.
As the monsoon drives away the summer heat; with its raining rhythm off-beat;
And the flower buds open up to return it’s greet;
And as the water seeps in soil; a refreshing fragrance arise;
While the rain continuous to cool down hot gardens and streets.
The Earth grows green; and water droplets gleam;
On the smooth, waxy surfaces of the leaves;
Everywhere the flowers grow; in pink, red, white or yellow;
While buds make their way blushingly between tendrils.
The wet and soft soil; now grows fertile;
And tender green plantlets push through the Earth in style;
Through soil the tiny saplings peep; as their sown seeds begin to reap;
And the plants and crops shake off the Earth’s temporary curse sterile.
As the raindrops go pitter-patter; water in puddles begins to gather;
And the little birds begin to chirp, twitter and chatter;
The insects begin to hum along; their irritating and happy song;
While due to rain and wind the roofs on houses begin to chatter.
As the showers for some moments cease; after giving Earth life’s new lease;
And the pitter-patter of rain is gently appeased;
The sun coyly shines; a cloud it half hides behind;
While the fluffy clouds move along with the cool breeze.
The fields now green and bright; are an artist’s sheer delight;
Pleasing to the senses of smell and sight;
The fresh air so sweet to breathe; that with pleasure the body writhes;
In the newly born rainy sunlight.
But this sunlight so quickly goes; as thunderstorms blow to and fro;
And Earth engulfs in darkness that now grows;
The wind rises and howls; with a voice that trembles all souls;
And day and night this gale roars.
The trees in fear tremble and shake; as leaves, twigs and branches break;
And the life of these trees is put up at stake;
Birds in nests cower with fright; and due to cold shiver with all their might;
And live in fearful anticipation of what else the storm may rake.
The monsoon now shows its ugly face; gone are its days of grace;
Rainy calamities take its place;
Cyclones and floods destruct worldwide; the raging sea throws up its tide;
“Nature reigns supreme”, we are forced to say.
Same is the life of man; may he do what he can;
But destiny will always play a hand;
What all will man control? So he should let destiny play its role;
And enjoy life and act as the situation will demand.
Somedays will shine the sun; those days life will be fun;
And work will be successful how much ever it’s done;
Somedays by the fun you will tire; and will long to get back into the attire;
Of normal life, however boring or glum.
Sometimes hope will come out; like a tiny plant sprouts;
And will remove from your mind every shade of doubt;
It will be a bright, hopeful ray; but for long it may not stay;
So we must make most of it when hope sprouts.
Just as the shower of joy; after summer comes out shy;
So shower of success will come when you have almost given up the try;
It will wash away your helpless sigh; and will give you a new will to try;
Which will help you succeed by-and-by.
Just as the sun goes behind the cloud; when thunder is heard aloud;
And darkness suddenly falls on Earth all around;
So also failure will touch you once; its upto you to prevent its repeated occurrence;
Or due to failure remain depression bound.
Sometimes through demotivation you will go; sometimes loads of success you'll know;
For we need all types of experience to make us grow;
Like some days it is wet; some days the sun for long doesn’t set;
But then it needs both the rain and the sun to make a RAINBOW…
Copyright © Amrapali Tendolkar | Year Posted 2012
I know its the summer time because of how naturally
Your beauty compliments the caress of a summer breeze
As I watch the world from beneath a shady tree
I take in the delightful comfort of everything I see
But in the same breath I am holding up my hands
Lord will you please give me back the things I no longer have
They are even more a part of me now that they are gone
As the sun falls below where the horizon is still holding on
Somewhere between the falling light and a star lit night
Is a dream that last forever and will never say goodbye
As the wind gently blows through the brush and shakes the leaves
It begins to hum a melody that I want to sing
At that very moment I smile for all the joy I have
Its so uplifting for me to see melancholy dance
Soon the morning sun will rise and capture my eyes
As I watch the hand of God paint a brand new sky
With every stroke of color I swallow all my pride
And I find a new place to dream of endless times
If I should ever get to the place I left my broken heart
Only then will I believe this brand new day will start
Again Im reminded of why my heart beats so restlessly
Only the speed of thought and my soul beneath this tree
Copyright © Jesse James Forster | Year Posted 2013
Ablaze, Beyond Curious Domains, Energy Fills Gorgeous Hills. Initial Joy Kindles Low, Manifested 'Neath Opulent Palettes. Quiet, Rests Stalwart Trees, Uttering Virtuous Whispers, Xanadu's Your Zeal.
For the contest; Natures Bounty
Sponsored by John Freeman
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2011
Absolute Beauty’s Celestial Delineation, Evening’s Festoons , Golden Hues, Inviting Jubilation, Kid’s Laughter, Myriad Nodes Of Picturesque Quietness, Resplendant Swathes, Tufts, Utilitarian Vision Weaving ‘Xtra Youthful Zest.
For: John Freeman's contest
By: S.Jagathsimhan Nair, 29 OCT 11
Copyright © S.Jagathsimhan Nair | Year Posted 2011
A Beautiful Cast Dawns, Effortlessly, From Glorious Heights:
Incumbent, Just King Light, Motivates Nature; Options Prescribe Quickly,
Reasonable Service…Timely Unison Visions, With Xylems Yielding Zealously.
type of plant tissue: the woody supportive plant tissue that carries water and dissolved minerals from the roots through the stem and leaves
This would be my line PD, though without you look at the photo
that inspired it, it means nothing. The photo if you want to look
at it, it is my current contest photo. Why it is my greatest line. Well
it describes nature and the God of precept light motivating nature
to produce life all in the same breath.
Copyright © john freeman | Year Posted 2011
Arctic baubles clustering,
drifting earthward, fulgently glinting.
Hushed iridescent jewels kissing landscape,
mounding newly on parkland, quietly refracting,
settling tentatively upon vales.
Winter xenocrysts, yuletide zircons.
by Charlotte Jade Puddifoot
for 'Snow ABC' contest
Copyright © Charlotte Jade Puddifoot | Year Posted 2012
dazzling embers flare, golden hues igniting;
jasper kindling lighting molten night;
orange pyrotechnics quickening,
rippling sparks, topaz undulations;
Vesuvian wheatfields' xanthic, yellow zeal.
Copyright © Charlotte Jade Puddifoot | Year Posted 2011
A Bountiful Creation Dawning Early From God's Heaven; In Joy, Kind, Love...Moving Naturally. Optimal Precious Quantum Reflecting Sunshine - Thespian Uniformed Visions Without Xanthippe, Yesterdays Zephyr
Rosalyn M. Lampkin
For John's Nature's Bounty Contest
Copyright © ROSALYN LAMPKIN | Year Posted 2011
Copyright © Patricia L Graham | Year Posted 2014
Slinking away a gaze in silent distress,
by that guarding railings, a light it descends
her mind it flounders in self made heaven
swarms around that verity clean shaven.
Sultry dusk marks again an end,
of whimpering yearns in their flawless defend
his allure ode always in aloft
through entangled vines a place they sought.
Bygones and blood relations, they forsaken
but oh not a fiddle of reluctance it given
it's not wrong to deem the slightest
barriers she breaks to the furthest.
Dispiriting clouds enshrouds her in twilight,
his scenic visage twirls around in silhouette,
ages she will dwell in that eternal solace,
immense love brim full, were they ever realised?
Hopes glimmer beyond horizons afar,
and lingers not a qualm of what destined for,
beguiled always in his limpid purity,
like trellis his arms, she buries in felicity.
Copyright © Suhana Begum | Year Posted 2007
brushing each droplet with his tantalising golden touch.
Charmed by his searching warmth,
eagerly follow, rising effortlessly from a
field of naive dreams,
giving their virtue to his
heaven sent heat.
Innocence is lost, as
jewels of youth and inexperience,
kissed by his fiery passion,
levitate in brief rapture then disappear,
mourned only by carefree bare feet on a morning stroll.
Narcissistic, he admires his reflection,
over and over,
pearlescent on a gossamer haze of
replaying the pleasure of a
to satisfy his own thirst.
Unquestioned by nature,
victory is his alone, and though
whispering branches sing softly of
yesterday’s dew knows it never existed.
Zephyrs bring a cool twilight air, laden with tomorrow’s oblation.
Copyright © Sharon Tideswell | Year Posted 2010
Our barn sits
so quiet and empty
yet as I stand inside listening
it starts to talk softly
whispering of yesterday
telling me of past times
how proudly it stood as it was made
so tall and grande
it speaks to me of the many people
it has held sheltered
throughout the years
of smiles and laughter
on the floor all the tears
that have fallen
o how many people inside
some losing themselves
others finding themselves
in this old barn
Copyright © Melisa Karpinske | Year Posted 2014
Golden Highlights Illuminating
Joyous Kaleidoscopic Light
Making Natures Opus Perfection
Unique, Valient Wanton Xenon,
For John Freeman's Natures Bounty contest
Copyright © Trudy Diane Rider | Year Posted 2011
A beautiful creation -delighting eyes for glittering happiness,
Impetuously jives kindred’s lifelong moments,
nature’s omnipresent picturesqueness
quiet , resplendent smiles to us
March 1, 2013 9am
©2013by Leonora Galinta
Contest: Go Green
Poet Sponsor: Poet Sandy Ivy D.
Contest: 100% Nature
Poet Sponsor: Greatest Poet PD
Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2013
What about us…!!!
The life of an ENGINEER is not more less than of a NOMAID
Away from home
Days so good & bad
In a world of their own , they are all Dwelled
For them the world is all there, where they have nothing to loose
Nothing to fear
No difference of colour
caste or creed is found there
all runninG in one gear
Young brains with truthfull hearts
Like the tides of oceans,, rain in skies ,breeze in mornings
they are flowing within the tides of fate where the destiny is a dream to them.
After all the hurry n furry for such a long time,,
The souls are all lead to dark.
Unaware of the world outside , they keep grooming their faith .
But its All watered when they come to know,,, that time was like a woe.
Broken hearts with shrinken thoughts look for the way…in the land of greedymen
The unlonging hope is all graved like a parrot in lion’s den
& the minds with quest wonder with thrust ,, where to rest
& what is best.
We are no beasts from mars or Neptune,
We are the beings of distant thought.
We are the part of a world you are,
We seek refugee from the curse of fate & the curse of being called as a fresher.
No men are born with everything learned,, with a fine coarse of time all have to learn..
To learn & earn is the soul aim ,
To progress and prosper everyday ,
But we are still at the same bay,,, when they return us with same astonishing say…(fresher)
Itsn’t we are incompetent but u are…
Itsn’t we have left the hope. .we always will walk for us
For whatever & however it is we are still in our way,,
singing the same
What about life…
What about us..!!
Copyright © KAMRAN RASHID | Year Posted 2015
I am a vast area of trees, animals, and
The worst animal of all (man) is causing
I provide food and support life each day,
As my very own life is being stripped away,
Who will take care of my animals and plants,
At this rate they don't stand a chance,
When will I be left alone to live,
Probably when it's too late, when I have
nothing left to give.
Copyright © Eugene Carmen | Year Posted 2008
Alignments Boldly Cultivating Dimensional Effervescence, Familiar Grey Highlights, Illuminating Joyful Kingdom, Luxurious Mecca, Nimbus Orbs Penetrating Quixotic, Revealing Snowflakes Tranquil, Universal Vantage, Winter Xanadu, Yielding Zenith
~~~Entry for Yasmin Khan
~~~~Contest Name: SNOW
~~~~~~ABC Form (nature)
Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2011
A glazed view, as through a glass that magnifies
Between the granite banded with blue and umber
Cruel paths of glacier, ancient swords of hunger
Deeply carved a threshold one can hardly grasp
Each turn of compass, leaves a gasp
Forever brings our talking to a halt
Green rivers whipped to white by waterfalls
How gaunt the pines climb high upon the ridge
Itself, a place exempt from time
Justifies belief of Godly kind
Keeping watch above a valley floor
Looming monoliths of ancient lore
Morning bright of shimmering brooks that flow
Next brings winter breezing through the mind
Ours the privilege of beholding
Past and futures coming here together
Question not the overwhelming wonder
Relished eyes behold the truthful splendor
Saturates the heart and soul forever
That if one stands too long within such glory
Under white peaks and folklore stories
Varying degrees of speechlessness and thrill
With sun above, and human form so small
Xanadu is not of fiction, it is real
Yosemite, this place, this land of royal grace
Zenith, this land of majesty, my eyes and heart embrace
Inspired by Deborah Guzzi's contest: "Do You Know Your A B C s?"
Dedicated to My Dad....Where he spend his childhood
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2010