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Details | Rhyme | |

Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found


Details | Pantoum | |

Flowers on a Path

I follow the path of flowers that’s near Each one a little different than the next I desire to be close, with petals dear Their blossoms are fancy and quite complex Each one a little different than the next I can smell their fragrance in the calm air Their blossoms are fancy and quite complex There’s not a bit of dismay nor despair I can smell their fragrance in the calm air There is peace and tranquility about There’s not a bit of dismay nor despair Living things they are, I sure will not pout There is peace and tranquility about I kneel down to pluck one up off the ground Living things they are, I sure will not pout The flowers, though loud, are the best around I kneel down to pluck one up off the ground The flower is red, that’s full of beauty The flowers, though loud, are the best around I’ve been blessed to see them actually The flower is red, that’s full of beauty I desire to be close, with petals dear I’ve been blessed to see them actually I follow the path of flowers that’s near
Russell Sivey


Details | Pantoum | |

Canyons Cold and Dark

She dwells in deep canyons cold and dark
To ponder a mystery that haunts her soul
That leaves confusion and doubts in heart
The loss of confidence now takes its toll

To ponder a mystery that haunts her soul
That renders sleepless hours through the night
The loss of confidence now takes its toll
A flower slowly dying withers in sunlight

It renders sleepless hours through the night
The days are shortened and she wastes away
A flower slowly dying withers in sunlight 
Her sweet fragrance lost, forever and a day

The days are shortened and she wastes away
What could be this wrong which she has caused?
Her sweet fragrance lost, forever and a day
To fully grasp this puzzle she requires pause  

What could be this wrong which she has caused?
What pain has she laid upon your heart?
To fully grasp this puzzle she requires pause 
She dwells in deep canyons cold and dark
~*~

By:     Audrey Carey
Note:  For Paula Swanson's "Pantoum" Contest


Details | Verse | |

SPRING REFULGENCE

                     Icicles on leaves and branches of trees
                         They begin to melt down bit by bit
                  Rays of sunlight appears, as winter cease
                 Freezing air fades, as glow of sun increase

                      Squirrels, rabbits run wild and free
                      Birds of various speed soaring high
                      Their mellifluous tweets, a melody
                      Piebald butterflies dancing merrily

                  Leafless, lifeless trees in healthy living
              Colorful buds of daffodils, magnolias around
        Their natural beauty, a wonder, stately astounding!
       Rain falls, softening the earth as new shoots abounds!

        Frozen grasses before, now stilled with energy light
            Blossoms as well, humbled with new beginning
                     Seeds scattered rises as in springs
           Snows  gone, as sun's refulgence a revering bright

03/03.2014
2:19 am


Details | Sonnet | |

BLOSSOMS and BUBBLES - a collab with JA Fraser

BLOSSOMS and BUBBLES From aggregate supple stellar petals' smile, spring fragrance bubble spiral free in the air, their porcelain blossoms dash perfection flair; suitors bee, beguile the flower by buzzing style, the blooms' fingers rush to blushes beyond compare. Bard wind began to sing to serenade the buds in grins rosy petals breathe a gentle sigh, one long mile... Afar, some girls and boys see these Belles so rare-- they blow their dreams to root in land fertile. They hope like blossoms their dreams curve in peak though trials, struggles may round and round peep for soon as seasons rouse may their journey begin To the times their life drifts, avoiding not to weep These blossoms and bubbles psalm, wisdom speak ____________________________________________________ J.A. Fraser and O.E. Guillermo 9:37 pm, March 03, 2015


Details | Sonnet | |

BLOSSOMS and BUBBLES - a collab with Olive Eloisa Guillermo

From aggregate supple stellar petals' smile, spring fragrance bubble spiral free in the air, their porcelain blossoms dash perfection flair; suitors bee, beguile the flower by buzzing style, the blooms' fingers rush to blushes beyond compare. Bard wind began to sing to serenade the buds in grins rosy petals breathe a gentle sigh, one long mile... Afar, some girls and boys see these Belles so rare-- they blow their dreams to root in land fertile. They hope like blossoms their dreams curve in peak though trials, struggles may round and round peep for soon as seasons rouse may their journey begin To the times their life drifts, avoiding not to weep These blossoms and bubbles psalm, wisdom speak O.E. Guillermo and J.A. Fraser 9:37 pm, March 03, 2015


Details | Lyric | |

Memories Of Grandma

I am reminded of... the days I would watch her work 
in her flower garden for hours at a time
I am reminded of... the days she would take me by my
hand and say come along help grandma
I am reminded of... me carrying my little bucket along
to help her water all  of her flowers
I am reminded of... The smiles that would cover grandma's 
face when new flowers would be blooming
I am reminded of... sitting on the bench with her and watching 
the butterflies fluttering amongst the flowers
I am reminded of... The birds singing their happy songs as they 
flew around the flower garden
I am reminded of... the wind drifting by us and the fragrance of
the flowers floating all around us
I am reminded of...our walks back from the flower garden and 
our talks along the path back to her house
I am reminded of...how much I miss her everytime I smell these 
beautiful flowers that still grow in her flower garden

In Loving Memory of my Grandmother
Helen Lyvine (Fosnaught) Myers

Entry: 5th Poem on the Soup for P.D.'s contest
12th Place winner


Details | Personification | |

Pulse

One moist patch, like dewy grass,
surrounded by a field of weeds,
emerges first and breathes at last, 
through openings, the air it needs.
Cut off from, and cut off of;
counting on, and counting in;
from down below, to up above - 
A smack on tender, crimson skin.
	There is a pulse.

One spring bud, like seedling stems,
surrounded by a garden wall,
is standing out from all of them, 
despite the fact, they're just as tall.
And though the bud has not yet grown,
the soil and the water see
more than just the seed they've sewn.
They see the flower it will be.
	There is a pulse.

One tall stem, like climbing vines,
surrounded by its petals' plumes,
shares its elegant designs,
and stretches as it blooms.
And when the wind begins to call,
the flower spreads it's pollen 'round.
It falls in love, and loves in fall,
and falling love renews the ground.
	There is a pulse.


Details | Free verse | |

Twigs

Twigs

Flowers bloom
And flowers wilt.
Flowers blush
And flowers fade.
The eternity is only in me-
The twig that bears the flowers.

Sparrows are born
And sparrows die.
Sparrows fly
And brighten the sky.
That who nurtures sparrows is me-
A cozy make of a twig upon a twig.

The sun fades
And moon is born.
The twilight blurs
And moonlight spreads.
All the soothing moonlight beams are me-
A crisscross of unfathomed twigs.

Whether in its birth
Or in its death;
In the heart
Of its heart;
The entire beauty is none but one-
A design of mysterious twigs.


Details | Free verse | |

What Is Or Is It

                                            What is ? ----- Is it ?



                                            What is happiness ?
                          A hot summer day, walk barefoot in cool grass
                             Picking a large bouquet of summer flowers
                                     and then merge a flower crown
                                       Maybe get a good advice of
                               flower Daisies : love me, love me not,
                                          love me, love me not.......


                                             What is happiness ?
                                      Listen to the frogs love song
                                    by the small pond in the woods
                            Enjoy a fantastic and very light spider webs
                                    Who can do better than the spider
                                         See the raindrops on a leaf,
                            which glistens in the sun shining like jewels
                              Meadow which is full of yellow dots when
                                     Buttercup is smiling and nodding


                                              What is happiness ?
                                       Hand in hand on charity trail
                                               be giddy with love
                              A tender and gently kiss of the one you loved
                                   The dream of a family, have children
                                    and experience that new life is born
                                  Living life together for better or worse
                                    and that the device love never ends


                                   Happiness for me is that you are here








03.05.2012
A-L Andresen



Details | Ballad | |

The Dragon and the Rose

Outside of civil man’s well tended garden,
A field of briars willfully encroached,
Threatening the peaceful flowers without pardon.
Oh these gardeners fought hard as the briars approached.

“You don’t belong here, you’re not good enough!”
“You are snarled with iniquity and with thorns.”
“You live a life so very harsh and rough…”
“What good can you bring?” they said with deep seated scorn.

And the briar replied that hot summer day,
“Deep within these unforgiving boughs
Lives a flower who doesn’t have much to say
Except a story concerning what you espouse.”

“You see there lives a dragon scorned just over the way,
Who tossed opportunity and harbingers to the wind,
Because life is glorious and he loves to play…
Carefree and cavalier is how his days were spent.”

“He playfully trampled gardens carefully tended,
By pious gardeners without wings who would never fly,
Until he happened upon a flower wonderfully scented,
Crimson in color, the flower reflected beauty in his eye,”

“Eagerly he reached forward to make it his own,
But this glorious flower was protected by thorns,
And gave the dragon a prick to change his tone,
And it was in that prick that true love was born.”

“Now the dragon is older and has spent his days,
Watching over this rose, the love of his life,
Learning about beauty and awe inspiring ways.
His world now protected by thorn and briar.”

“He has discovered great beauty and learned much,
And no longer does the dragon destroy with fire.”
“But should you gardeners even dare to touch
A single branch or bough in this tangled briar…”

“You will face both the Dragon and the Rose,
Who with great love now protect each other,
From pious gardeners who would have them go,
Because neither can be kept on a tether.”

“So snip your lilies and pluck your weeds,
Make your lives as perfect as they can be,
For in this harsh briar we continue to watch love grow,
That of a magnificent Dragon and the beautiful Rose.”


Details | Free verse | |

The Maverick Gardener -WIN

Viewed from the snow covered mountain
Slopes laden with flower beds like
Colorful vase of flowers
I saw the* Him Kamal flower
I asked, “Why are you all alone?
Beauty is to be adored”
Should give yourself before
Your petals fall to dust”.

Quick came the response from flower
“Am not lonely, enjoy these heights
Shelter of blue umbrella”.
I asked if I crush your petals
The flower said he would be glad
Its fragrance will radiate.
Purpose of life fulfilled
If destroyed not admired.

Nearby look at the snowy streams
Ripples flowing kicking each other 
Exhilarating music.
Our life like ever flowing streams
Water running towards ocean 
Currents never turning back
Perennial flow of life
Small life merging in big.

The nature is peace all around
She only disturbs who disturbs
She teaches wisdom to those
Praise her beauty, not destroy her. 
Develop the aesthetic sense
To feel the nature’s beauty.
Looking into the sky 
Searching their gardener.

=========================
Date 10-1-14
Third place win in 
Contest: Thank you by P.D.

Eighth place win in:
Contest: Maverick Free verse sponsored by John Freeman


Details | Quatrain | |

Flower Petals in the Wind

Though it seems like petals fell by the wind But actually the flower pushed them out One by one they would fall from the flower But somehow the wind seemed to know no doubt Soon as the petals came loose the wind blew Carried them far in the air, so privileged But the flower held firm to those last few It wasn’t letting the wind gain leverage But as the petals came loose, and wind blows Petals would dance a special loving dance Sometimes two would intertwine twice as strong Flowing was second nature like a trance Powers of the flower outweigh the wind But the petals when free get a joy ride No matter the petal, wind will get you Free to flow down, nature you must abide
Russell Sivey Entrant into Gail Angel Doyle's "Petals In The Wind" contest 1/19/2013


Details | Dizain | |

Marigolds

The flowers stand firm within the cool wind The stems don’t break in two by the quick breeze They’re lovely looking, a fragrance they send The sun shines down on the flowers with ease Their beauty glows high, kind-of brings a tease These browns and yellows are sure delightful The rains make the flowers grow quite prideful They are Marigolds, a real lovely sight The life of these flowers are meaningful Someday they’ll surely stay in the sunlight
Russell Sivey


Details | I do not know? | |

Comparison

A distant voice is like a fading colour
a muted version of reality
I'm hiding from the noise, always under cover
in fear of losing gravity.

A solitary flower laden with dew
the scent hangs heavy in the air
I scan the landscape exploring the view
my eyes straining from the suns glare.

I am that solitary flower who is forever losing its colour
telling myself it will be alright
as I once again take my cover
and settle down for yet another lonely night.


Details | I do not know? | |

Healing Season

Autumn came this summer
on a cool winter's day
Then spring walked in behind her
Then spring soon danced away:
 
A flower grew beside her
from a freshly fallen pile of snow
And the petals fall onto the ground
shortly after the winds blows:
 
As quickly as the seasons change
so the same, time does pass
and the memory of frozen ground
is soon your bed of grass:
 
The time which a flower bares it's bloom
or clouds share their summer rain
Quickly passes with the shifting winds
As it guides away your pain:
 
My lover spoke just as a friend
As a stranger, then took my hand
As one beginning drew to another end
the setting sun made me understand:
 
The Earth is not that far around
The sun rises in the day
And as quickly as the lightning strikes
The storm can roll away.


Details | Haiku | |

---HAIKU--- RESERVATION

.              ***
~HAIKU RESERVATION~
.              ***


___hello kitty___

pretty and stylish
clean sassy paw print shower
purr-fect flower smell
          *****

__sea of stupidity___

life without reason
beauty vanished common sense
follow the leader
         *****

___city dreams___

low rise grey sunrise 
dusty wind music terror
crystal clear sunset.
         *****

___brain storming___

business in the sky
thirst engraved in my sand wall
wishing well compel
        *****

___live bait___

catch me if you can
deep under salty water
aquatic spew smell
        *****

___turtle wax___

twisted fresh smell
beautiful shine in the sun
clear crystal rain X
       *****

___lonely and apart___

an empty kettle
fall like a flower petal
wet window ledge
        *****

___ Margarita Time__

stainless creation
blizzard form from tornado
cold temptations
        *****

___ withdrawals ___

clouds hide down below
my heart, my body, my soul
a certain form lost
        *****

by;p.d.


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

The Flower

As the time passes by season to season. I wait and wonder if this flower will ever grow. Planted so
many  times what seemed to be the right place , but once again it was not right at all. Struggling to
blossom so it can show  its color and beauty to the one that matters most of all. Thirsting for the warmth 
of the sun , starving for the attention , not really asking for much at all. So many times it felt so right , 
but things would change so quickly in the middle of the night and all would be lost. Slowly it would wither 
till there was no hope of blossoming one day. As the time passes by tears fill my eyes and there is nothing 
left to say. I only know that this flower will grow , but not this way. It must  be cared for and understood , 
loved and nourished so it will blossom and grow stronger , more beautiful then any flower you've ever known.
Will this flower ever grow? This is something I do not know. Sad as it may seem, it's even sadder to me , That I 
am that flower that will never grow , didn't you know ?

TC
 


Details | Narrative | |

Wild Flower

Wild Flower
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 In Death Of A Rose by Nate Spears
 
Rescue this sunflower
It's capable of being a ray of light
Nurture it, value it, and love it
Its petals are more delicate than they appear in sight
 
 A wild flower it is; but it displays beauty
The facts of its species remain unknown
Its fight to reach its true potential is admired
It’ birth to existence is undetermined
 It’s roots shows trauma
Its presentation brings hesitates to potential caregivers
No one's prepared to take a chance
This flower is destined to win
 
All earthly roots sprout from above
At some point in a life’s span; we could use a kiss or hug
 He who refuses to display any element of the wild
Is merely real
An artificial representation of life
Stuck in Styrofoam surrounded by fake moss and dust
No breath, no soul, non-existence
A human being choked from an outer dimension.
Rescue this wild flower with love.


Details | Light Poetry | |

ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.


Details | Rhyme | |

Tender of Roses

Beloved, lovely roses: gift of God and lover’s flower,
Spread your colored petals and cradle tender showers.
While admiring the blossoms with their beauty to behold,
Ought we not to know the Tender of such lovely garden groves?

For He lovingly and thoughtfully wields His pruning shears
To cut away the stems of old for fuller future years.
He cultivates and feeds them. He attends them as a Father
Looking daily to their needs; so faithfully He waters.

From the dawn of morning dew until the setting sun arrays
Caring always for His own until that great appointed day…
When the Gardener comes to claim each one the earth held as its own.
He gently picks it at its peak and for His pleasure takes it home.

As God did one glorious morning, when the Perfect Rose had bloomed.
He rolled away the stone and met with Mary at the tomb.
There the sweetest Rose of Sharon rose that we die not alone.
But be gathered for a garden grove, surrounding heavens throne.


Details | Ballad | |

CIRCLES

Yeah, life is a series of circles
There's no beginning and no end
Everyone of us came from others
And in death a seed is born again 
A circle brings brilliant sunshine
Comfort and warmth in every day
In the evening It feels so romantic 
Majestic moon lights up our way

Circles, circles always circles
Time turning round and round
Seasons come and seasons go
Life is a thrilling merry-go-round

I've prayed for a wheel of fortune
To one day wear a wedding ring
Be like a Knight of the Round Table
I feel a circle's magic in everything

Circles, circles always circles
Time turning round and round
Seasons come and seasons go
Life is a thrilling merry-go-round

Like an amazing, beautiful flower
Spiraling color you're set all ablaze
Live every moment to the fullest
Around the bend is another's days

This circle will never be broken
It's a reflection of eternity..

Circles, circles always circles
Mother Nature knows
Seasons come and seasons go
It's from circles true life flows

Circles, circles aways circles
Mother Nature knows
Seasons come and seasons go
It's from circles true life flows

*This write is a collaboration with Shadow Hamilton and is a work in progress.  Your thoughts an input would be appreciated!

1-18-15


Details | Free verse | |

Does he love me?

He loves me.
The flower sacrifices a petal to tell me so.

He loves me not.
I drop the petal and quickly reach for another.

He loves me.
With this petal I dream our time together.

He loves me not.
Do I love him? Enough?

He loves me.
I pull this petal slower ...

He loves me not.
Petals die at my feet. Expensive, love.

He loves me.
Too high the price. The flower has one petal.
It stands naked in my hand.
I take the last petal and the flower is gone.

He loves me not.


Details | Free verse | |

Waiting for new leaves

Waiting for New Leaves

I am a red flower tree,
I am waiting for my new long thin leaves,

I am waiting for my leaves,
Like a new beginning for another Spring,

The clouds are trying to console me,
The wind too is trying to soothe me, 
By its cool and refreshing blowing,
The tiny black bird, 
Will come soon again 
To swing and feast,
My red flower's sweet,
Which she eats while singing
And swinging on my trees..

The cycle of life,
Keep running like this.
Seasons come and seasons go,
They leave their impressions, 
On the sands and sky of time.

The only thing which never fails to persist,
Is the change of things and change of time,
Which always turns,
Sooner or later and never fails.

So wait for your turn of good days, 
It would come soon with my new leaves, 
And your hopes and dreams would revive,
To brighten your life,
With love, joy and music.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 7th Aug. 2012

This Poem was originally written by me on 17th May 2010
on the Photo of Red Flower Leaves as my Photo Poem.


Details | Free verse | |

My Seasons

In my youthful springtime
I walked amid the garden.
I gathered many flowers
In varied lovely colors.
I chose the delicate poppy
That was dearest to my heart.
Little did I realize when
I plucked it and confined it
In a vase, that it would so
Quickly fade and wither.

I was determined not make
That same sad mistake again.
As I began my summer
I fell in love with a crimson rose.
Its stem was strong and sturdy
And when contained with-in a vase
Its petals opened ever slowly, and
It became more beautiful with age.

I know that my sweet rose will be
With me through my autumn.
Then one day in my winter
That precious flower that I treasure
Will lose all its pretty petals.
I will gather them together to
Make a fragrant potpourri.

Note: Now that the 'Metaphorically Speaking' contest by Catie Lindsey
has been announced, I can reveal that I was speaking of my ex-husband
as the poppy flower whom I married in my Springtime. My Crimson Rose
is the man I married in my Summer whom I am still married to after almost
31 years. The other flowers are the men I dated before I was married. If
my husband dies before me, my memories of him will become the potpourri.


Details | Free verse | |

The Bleeding Roses

Roses in the garden,

Roses in the world,

Barrened roses,

Roses impearled,

But now roses curled...

 

Peach roses show modesty,

Peach roses show gratitude,

However, they are often insincere...

 

Yellow roses seem to care,

Yellow roses show friendship,

However, they are often joyless and jealous...

 

Pink roses communicate sweetness,

Pink roses radiate elegance,

However, they are often unthankful...

 

Orange roses have desire,

Orange roses show their pride,

However, they are often impassive...

 

Purple roses are majestic,

Purple roses express love at first sight,

However, they are often repulsed and unenchanted...

 

Green roses are harmonious,

Green roses carry hope,

However, they are often unpeaceful...

 

Blue roses like dreaming,

Blue roses are imaginative,

Blue roses desire to know the unknown,

Blue roses are mysterious,

However, they are often elusive and unattainable...

 

Red roses are emotional,

Red roses are devotional,

Red roses are respectful,

However, they are often remorseful, sorrowful and mistaken...

 

Gold roses are occassional,

Gold roses like memories,

Gold roses are preserved,

However, they are often misinterpreted and confused...

 

White roses are pure,

White roses have innocence,

White roses are spiritual,

White roses carry secrecy,

However, they are often arrogant...

 

Silver roses are rare,

Silver roses like to grow,

Silver roses convert fantasy into reality,

However, they are often lost and uneasy,

But they seem unpredictable and mystical...

 

Black roses are mysterious,

Black roses are rebirth,

However, they often remain elusive,

They often symbolize death and loss,

But they are unpredictable and silent,

Though, they are often harmed...

 

Roses in  the garden,

Roses in the world,

Barrened roses,

But now roses swirled and twirled...

 

Although, now peach roses are lying,

Yellow roses turning jealous and browned,

Pink roses being unsweet and unthankful,

Orange roses being impulsive and compulsive,

Purple roses being repulsed and revulsed,

Green roses losing hope and harmony,

Blue roses being undiscovered and lost,

Red roses being regretful and voided,

Gold roses bewildered and confused,

White roses losing purity and innocence,

Silver roses turning black and unused,

And black roses silenced and unborn...

 

All there is to see are roses vanishing,

Roses burning,

Roses trembling,

Roses surviving,

Roses aching,

Roses battling,

Roses crying,

Roses suffering,

Roses drowning,

Roses drying,

Roses fading,

Roses trying,

Roses wiltering...

 

All there is to feel are roses withering,

In a bed of bleeding roses...


Details | Quatorzain | |

EFFUSED ENCOUNTER

EFFUSED ENCOUNTER Neither a dream nor a trick, I beguiled-- I reach the sky enameled with golden smile. To hurdle bumps and curves, I continue to pedal this steadfast being yearn to step on a pedestal, I found at the center of a fertile square mile. Train piercing thorns didn't blind eyes to behold, a sunrise stored to each and every intricate fold. Some jasmine fragrance afloat-- satiates my smell lost hope resurrect to impregnate a lifetime tale as fragile attached hearts trying to enfold, The autumn trumpet hues a runner-up palette to your summer vibrant colors ballet, eyes wander feast on your swells of panache. My fingers drown to trace river edges bends, posh-- enthralled, above moon bowed shedding candle sprays. Open secret scents, you effused stirred plague of souls, the tempted sirens in one sang a victor goal. The listening wind hush and blows the beats swaying leaves to dance in left to right fleet. Catalyzed by the sun rising daily at morn call, I am inspired to traverse every norms' womb. By your petals slow zoom, I find myself in chorus bloom. Rooms of my mind open to hundred ocean thoughts which soon aims to recite it's symphonic notes, I... compelled to nectar strings of burst abloom. Goodness! War and peace didn't wilt our affair eversince Zion answered every whispered prayer. My experiences with you are pearls, dearest flower, consent me then to carry and share them 'til forever, as here on garden earth, I meet you as my soul pair. © 4:44 am; November 25, 2014 ___________________________________________________ -------------------------------------------------------------------- No cross. No trial. Not even a dark storm will stop me to climb the highest mountain if there-- a sublime beauty awaits for me.From tattered highways to plain narrow roads, I will stroll alike-- a fearless lion roaring regal With sunbeams glowing ember above my head, I behold an Aphrodite dwelling beneath a labyrinth fold. Perfumed fragrance rides the swaying breeze-- luring my hunger to taste some love. I, like the Aurora, rise in wonder. Oh! This sojourner's sight is arrested to your splendor. In a blue skied ambiance, will you care to surrender? The autumn leaves are like free-falling birds from maple-trees pretty,but a runner-up to summery hues you play. Big brown eyes meander feast on your petals of panache-- my fingers slowly prom to outline your edges. I, charmed, as even the mystique moon curves, casting some dim light sprays. . . Hours passed yonder am held captive by the spell from you Belle. so enthused, the reflections, I have zoom as I dispel castle dreams that draws a happily ever after tales. The apex now I reached - a diva I am as I sing rhapsodizing sweet the Nirvana I happened to see. I thank God that the world wars didn't bobble this encounter True... the years may ebb but this I will always remember. Dearest flower, my experience with you is priceless, consent me then to apportion this until forever in this Eden Earth that only you~ Belle is my soul pair. © 7:28 pm; March 11, 2015 *** Note: the original in the form of quintella the new one in iambic heptameter or quatorzain.


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Haiku 8 - bees and butterflies, ants in action, shimmering pools

what new plant is this
flowering bees this morning
and butterflies too?

running to and fro
a group of ants in action
searching for food

bathed in the sunshine
shimmering pools of water
pulsating with life


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Harmonious Clearing of the Soul

Exhausting my skills To the tempered, fiber soul Timeless harmony I follow my heartstrings on Beyond glow of temptation Path in the forest Leads to grand open clearing Obscure light deepens Birds sing beyond the circle And flowers praise nature’s heights Simple minded eyes Dynamic pleasure moves on Leans over inside Heartfelt ties won’t gasp and leave Not to bring loss, frosty drought Russell Sivey


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Haiku 4 - flowering weed, dancing leaf, life force

at the roadside
solitary flowering weed
vision of loveliness

leaf falling from the tree
does its last dance in the air
then settles to the ground

in the crack in the concrete
the grass pushes upwards
unstoppable life force