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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

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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

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                     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

2:19 am

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 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 | |


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 | |

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

A-L Andresen

Details | Free verse | |



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 | 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 | |


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? | |


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 | |


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___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


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 ?


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 | |


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 | 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.

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 | |

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 | Haiku | |

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

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 | Ballad | |


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!


Details | Lyric | |

A paper Rose

Who named the rose the flower of Love?

Or is it the flower of passion  or maybe undying lust?

Was there anyone who wasn't pricked by its  thorns?

Wasn't there  anyone who wasn't fooled by its beauty?

Wasn't there ever a wife who tasted the salt of  her tears

to the betrayal of a husband's lover?

Wasn't there ever a lover who  opened the diary of life

to find the wrinkled red petal of years still in waiting

What is the rose,except the scent of imagination

choking  with the  fragrance of never be mine

What's in a name?Who is the rose?Who baptised this flower?

the flower of seasons,the flower who lives in the rough 

hiding its nakedness of pain in delicate and strong

All a rose ever will be is a  birthed  flower which breeze in the  feeling of 

'You are so special' till you realise,all that you have in your hand is,was

                              A  PAPER   ROSE.

Details | Tanka | |

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

Details | Haiku | |

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

Details | Free verse | |

Train Journey

I sit here by the window
and watch quietly
as the train moves along
I see land - 
wild beautiful land
still untouched by man
and it creates within me
a feeling that is wild and boundless

The beautiful trees
in many places
so closely clustered together
though of mixed species
seem to cry out 
a message of love and unity
to all mankind
I see flowers - 
plain simple flowers
there is a beauty in them - 
the beauty of simplicity

There are children on the hillsides -
the country folk
people call them
My heart sings as I watch them
They know us not on the train
but yet they wave at us
and we wave back at them
because their action is filled 
with some sentiment 
that is pleasing to us

Shimmering little pools of water
pulsating with life
appear and then vanish
out of sight
but the picture of life
within them
remains with me

The cows and the horses 
graze in the pastures
some sit
others browse slowly along
O how I envy their leisurely
pace of life!

Details | I do not know? | |

Welcome 2013

Well we are already a couple of months in so i just wanted to say welcome. 
this will be a new journey for the both of us, so i hope it will be awesome. 
I will try to write more than usual this year, I promise. :)
What would help tho if you readers would send me topics and stuff to help me write about things cuz my mind goes way faster than my fingers and i cant think of just one thing. lol. so thank you readers. plz comment and tell me your thoughts.

Details | Ballade | |

A sunny afternoon

One sunny afternoon

I looked out of my window
It was a sunny afternoon
Behind me on the radio
The softness of a jazz tune
Played so sweetly in my ears
A lovely serenade
And then this sight did catch my gaze
And everything did fade

For there, before my spell bound eyes
I saw this wondrous scene
A mauve hibiscus lighted up
So lovely and serene
Did sparkle like a million gems
Among the mauves and greens
Oh what glory, oh what joy
I felt within this scene.

Oh life is sweet, and life is grand
When seen with heart, and eye
So when this image came to me
My eyes began to cry
As all  my wonder asked of me
Where does it all come from?
So much beauty in this world
It just goes on and on.

23 July 2013 @ 1452hrs.

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My heart shakes with joy,
My cheeks sheen superbly,
My eyes stressing out,
When i hold no gloom.

I set my life at a save pace,
Everything around at peace,
An unexpensive feedback to life,
In turn an addition to live.

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And the gorgeous flower feels so very
Thus missing from its own environment
Towards the edge of the known universe
Within its own self, greatly expressing
Coming out of its many pores it has
Flower leaves the confines of the garden
Any answers back at its old home place…

Russell Sivey

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The wildflower begins its life as a seed
Within itself it contains all it will need
Along with the rain and the sun to feed
To become something we can't it will succeed

For despite the problems that around them lie
The wildflower stays beautiful as time goes by
Not realizing we no longer stop to see
Or care anymore how fragile they can be

They continue to fill the air with their sweet perfume
But as time goes by we give them less and less room
More concrete and cities in their path now loom
I'm afraid their future could hold some serious gloom

So as down this road of life you race
The next time you happen upon a place
Where wildflowers put a smile on your face
Take the time to stop and pick yourself a vase!

©Donna Jones

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The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.

21 February 2013

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Life is Sweet in Honey-Hives

The Pollen of my life is sweetened-
Passed from bee to bee
Friendly flowers form a beacon
(My Queen beams humble-ly)

I feel alive; so bold inside-
Life is sweet in honey-hives!
Poppies bloom, a serum soon
Beckons forth my Soul to thrive!

*Just wondering if anyone can guess to what I am alluding? I will crown thee an astute observer as a prize ;)

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Sweet little hummingbird so small so slight
I do so love to watch you when you appear.
To hear your wings humming as you fly
it fills me with joy to watch you buzz around.
From flower to flower, you travel on wind currents
drinking floral nectar so you can fly forever after.
Pollen you spread giving back to the life where you fed.
Oh sweet hummingbird is it loving life where you are led?

Details | Terza Rima | |

Follow Your Bliss

Follow your bliss, quite an enchanting phrase Seeing tulips and daisies and the sun Make you happier every day you gaze Butterflies are also a key to fun With the lilies floating right on the pond Brings joy directly to just everyone The whole field brings hope and light to respond Enlightening your soul to lift your heart Higher, the fish have come and surely spawned Peace and joy with some happiness impart The calm scene brings to you a brand new start
Russell Sivey

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Lavender Flower

I receive a flower when there is trouble The trouble of the mind that sinks my power Lavender one peeks my creative bubble The color brings out my heart of the flower Long lasting the strong scent permeates the air Allows my trouble to fade, ridding despair I see how the color fills the air with joy Lavender sparks the mind’s eye, to now enjoy Russell Sivey

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By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears

A diminishing Rose Bush
With every pedal plucked, beauty is fading away
Losing its essence of greatness
As we proceed to deplete its history
Life flows away,

I remain standing above
Polluted soil
Stems are bare and exposed
Vulnerable to the world and its nature
I give woes
I give worries
I give troubles
These are my possibilities
Then the death of a rose and destruction
Hits home

Bare my green,
My DNA shows traces of the best soils
Traced back to my mother’s land
Surrounded by fellow planted gold
Some will never know

Doing well isn’t doing well
We can’t bloom unless we unfold
Reproduce the best again
Stop dying daily for less than a win
There’s nothing we can’t do
That we’ve done once again

The next season will bring new pedals
I will never grow pass go anymore
Next year, beauty will flourish
Next season remains to nourish
Each season we should cherished
In our best moments
Each year is the best one of your life.

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It's raining today - dreary it may be
The imagery of the raindrops in my view
Dripping !  In my brain I visualize
The dark clouds surrounding me
Thus I see - will there be sunlight
I look, I ponder! I watch and I surmise
the sun may peak in these predominant skies
Mesmerized - sun rays gleam in my eyes
Those beautiful hues - and yet the spectrum
The iris - that beautiful rainbow
It feeds my soul - I look at beauty
And thus blooms the flower - I know
It rained today and thus I say
The gardens grew - if you only knew
I woke - I had beautiful thoughts
Raindrops danced on my life this day
And yes! I saw a bud flourish petals
It's spring - and the rain doth bring
With a little help from the sun , my flower
Blooming in my head I visualize
Look what I saw when I looked at the skies
Imagery in my head, I thought
Imagine it  - and the bird it may sing
Music to my ears - I listen - I see
That spring - it's really blessing me
Enlightened I  saw the dead rose then grow
And I sit, I still ponder , it's roots I know
And the rose once posed- still life - of art
Prominent are the skies to make you wonder 
                                    The rain might start!!!!!
                                        Again & again
Beauteous Be Poesy is my book of poetry available on googles, amazon. com and Barnes & Noble published by Trafford Publishing. wrtten by Miss Stacey Law 

Details | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple

My Wishes are Simple

My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.

My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.

My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.

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Upon a Bed of Petals

There placed on my bed from my wife so sweet Is a pile of rose petals so elite Gorgeous they are with a symbol of love Shaped like our small hearts, glories from above Their light fragrance filled up our entire room There’s not an inkling of impending doom This love that’s not crafted from a patent There's just happiness and joy are present The petals together represent time Each one is a year unified, aligned Now we are to lay on this bed of joy These petals for each of us to enjoy I pull you down with pure romance installed We then reach the height of passion enthralled
Entered into Gail Angel Doyle's "Upon A Bed Of Petals" contest 3/20/2013

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Effulgent sun proffers love 

Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds

The moon unravels wonders

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The wind crept up - the skies ever so dark
Black, slick, clouds and calamity enters thy soul
Dreary! It chatters and limbs they fly
No sun upon thy face - beaming with hue
Those clouds they swarm in darkness
Rain - it pours - flooding the earth
Bewildered I look up at this blustering sky
The trees are dead, It's spring - yes death
Roses in the ground with the trickling raindrops
The April showers - You haven't a clue
True grit! The soil now nurtured
The roots - feeding on this phenomena
And yet when the sun shines soon
Day after day - trees will come to life
And roses in bloom- life after winter death
In awe I see this beautiful imagery
In my brain, as I see the pouring rain
My mind - I visualize - the beauty
Thus, why does it expose calamity?
Beauteous be the wonder in my eyes
And how I love those dark dreary skies
A rosebud in my teeth - I see
Is extraordinary and so is the tree
Let there be rain as it nurtures the soil
And with the chatter of the wind, let there be turmoil 
Again in my brain, I can truly love this day
I see life in the rain that is pouring today.

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Flowers of Good

There is a symbolic intrinsic phase Where the fairies cover within the field Dancing flowers, where they flutter about Seemingly to transverse through books that yield These are flowers of good, quite the great speak Blooms made by hearts of joyful intercourse Aligned by perfected colorized glow Complacent by the now, due in their course This green world in which we live in so filled Brought upon us a sense of the fairies Where we try to work with their heartfelt sighs Our great interest comes from our diaries Flowers of good that influences now Powers unlike any we’ve instilled before Feeling their infallible grace upon That we could surely never reach much more
Russell Sivey

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Desert' Flower

desert' Flower Walking through the desert' a dying flower - I encountered. With my shadow I covered it. With my tears I watered it. Watching that flower for a moment, come back to life - I compeared it- to my own. My life was slowly coming to an end. I had no one to care for me. Life can be pretty sad, when there is loneliness. Like the desert' flower - it too starts to deteriate and little by little it starts to die. A flower is beautiful, when it first blooms, so is our life when we are in our prime, but like the desert' flower one day - it too, will come to an end....
04/06/2013 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo

Details | Free verse | |

The Honey, The Bees, The British and Their Tea

Sitting here drinking my wonderful tea is what i am doing if British i be, the bees fly around from 

flower to flower collecting more pollen for honey by the hour, our drink of choice is the tea that 

we drink the honey we add sweetens and pleases, so we're all connected the british and tea, the 

bees and flowers to honey you see. Honey is what we want when we come home from a bad day 

in cleveland, london, or rome. Honey says i'm glad that you're home and with a quick kiss the 

bad day is all gone. So thanks to the british that drink their tea because they give the bees 

reason to be and from that reason come the fruit of the flower, honey that sweetens the tea that 

we drink. The tea is your life, the bees are your job and the flower is the purpose for which we 

breathe, but the honey is the sweet that makes it all worth it for if a bee would not be then what 

would be then reason to drink this nasty tea.

Details | Haiku | |

Cherry Blossoms Bee

Cherry blossoms call, beckon nature's majesty-- and the humble bee.

Details | Haiku | |

A Flower on a Branch

A flower petal

Blossom on a long tree branch

With a bright color

Details | Terza Rima | |

Picking Flowers Morphed

In the fields as she picks flowers Beauty compounds within the scene She holds them hearing their powers In the fields she picks her flowers They never did seem at all sour Her soul holds them dear as she’s seen In the fields as she picks flowers Beauty compounds within the scene
Russell Sivey Form Triolet
The power of the flowers is extreme It is beautiful to behold their sight The flowers shine amongst the lovely scene Season comes just once, flowers are its right The blooms are brilliant with its color show The flowers don’t look dull they are alright Her soul houses these flowers which she knows Immense are their powers when they are seen The flowers sway as the wind surely blows The power of the flowers are extreme The flowers shine amongst the lovely scene
Russell Sivey Form Terza Rima Entered into Debbie Guzzi's "Metamorph" contest 3/26/2013

Details | Romanticism | |

Goodbye my Summer Love

Though the midnight summer rains
as we sit together under the geraniums,
hanging low and at full bloom,
we hold hands and talk of old times;
times that were kind to us and our youth.
As summer storms light up the night skies
We kiss the storm away, as it rolls through the grey skies
and the lighting cracks the clouds in half,
riping a hole in the universe, as we kiss the night away.

We sit throughtout nightlong summer dreams
and talk, and we hear the storms roll into the golden hills
of summer meadows filled with roses and a field full of daisies.
Love rests in time to see us grow old together,
and love strengthens its walls and pulls us closer together.
We shall go now, as day turns to night,
into our chamber of love and sleep the night away, together.
Hold us close to each other, as I rest my head on you sweet bossom,
and you nurture me to life of talks of love and beauty.

Nature whispers and sings us songs,
as we kiss and go for walks through the countryside
looking at the golden hills soaked in the rolling storms
that summer offers every year, upon a silver platter.
Sooth me, my love as I tell you of the sorrow I have witnessed.
Embrace me with your curiousity and tell me of the beauty in
the secrets of life and its hidden messangers
that hold secret letters from Devils that send temptations
to destroy something that we share, that is so beautiful and true.
Tell me that life will be okay, and my love is still true and with you.
Tell me my sweet and beautiful love, tell me if everything will be alright.

Love has seen us come and go, through the narrowed and sprinkled streets,
as we move through life fused at hands and eyes blind, not noticing the possiblities of death at any moment stalking us with knives jabbing at our backsides.
We are blind, for we see each other and only each other.
As we live life eyes a blazed looking at the sun, we do not notice the obvious between us.
Caring from me, at my time of need I never noticed the betrayal of our love.
My heart sees, but I deny the obvious and see what I hear.

As I see the knife drive deep in my heart,
you with a suitcase in hand,
I stand on my front steps and I watch the summer storms
come back over the golden hills to say, "hello"
Love is the same everytime, like a summer storm;
beautiful to watch, but when it leaves, it is depressing to say, "goodbye"
Now I sit, as the geraniums dry up and die
and the wrinkles at my eyes make me blind,
I see love walk past my house and mock me with lone kisses.

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A Dedication to my Darling Mystic

Dedicated to my darling Mystic Rose...

For my everlasting rose,
for my darling Mystic Rose,
Charished deep in my heart,
for generations to last lifetimes,
on this Beautiful gift,
we all call Mother Earth.

Oh now my dear
come now and do not fear,
I shall take you by your sweet and loving hand,
as we set out in a band,
of two lonely hearts
that both need to be loved.

At first when I came
to this desolate Wasteland;
I was a lonely heart
with poetry that was my art.
You were the first to come to me,
with a smile and a hug.
You read my work,
I won your heart
and you praised me,
looked at me in anew
and treated me diffrently than any other.

My darling Mystic,
Oh how you make me feel;
so grand, so new, so happy.
As I lay my head to rest
I reminisce on your loving words,
that spoke such truth to my soul.
As you praised me through my heights,
and weaped with me through my sorrow,
as I uplifted your soul with the arrangement of words
I wrote from deep down in my weak and weary soul;
You were there always to touch my heart
and cure me of sorrowed tears.

It is impossible to express my love for you,
but see me, to feel my love,
for you my darling Mystic
it tears me apart to not
see your face, to hear your voice,
only to read your loving words
comments on a poem
that was written on a page;
It tears me apart.

Oh, my sweet and everlasting rose,
Blooming in every season,
at every hour,
a beautiful poetess at her midst of an evening twilight
as the nightingales sing outside your window,
I come and show you love and compassion.

Let us go, you and I,
I take you by your hand
and we sail off,
two poets writing of beauty
both in ink upon a blank piece of paper.
To write of love,
My compassion for you
my beautiful rose,
my darlin Mystic.

We shall part seas,
bloom in gardens of beauty,
roses and violets grow tall
around us,
reminding us of our everlasting friendship.
Lilacs and tulups stray long away,
to show my love to a stranger,
but you are no stranger to me.

You are an everlasting rose,
which blooms evertime at the stroke of nine,
and there you stay,
growing in a large and beautiful garden,
that is located deep in my heart.

Now take me, my darling Mystic
your LoveSlayer,
and charish this beautiful write
Charish it at all times,
every hour of the days! 
In honour of your beauty and inspiration
I am a fool in love,
intoxicated with your beauty at heart.

Details | Prose Poetry | |

An End to Aloneness

In my life I often feel I am alone; alone in my thoughts, alone in my musings, alone in my day-to-day movements and unsatisfying activities. I move like a ghost through hallways and down sidewalks, unnoticed and, at times, gratefully so. 
I do not wish to be eternally alone. I long for togetherness. But despite this desire for a real connection, I find myself regularly retreating from that temperamental beast that is human interaction. 

“Come on now, sweetheart. Don’t lower your head. Don’t look away. Look up! Smile at someone! No! Don’t go back into your bedroom. Don’t lock the door! Why are you doing this?” my brain will plea. 

I can’t help myself. Aloneness is comfortable. In being alone, I don’t have to worry about anyone but myself. I don’t have to please anyone else. I can think anything I want, wear anything I want, listen to anything I want, and laugh at anything I want. 

And still there remains that nagging desire to be loved and wanted and needed by somebody. I do not know the feeling of being truly desired. I do not know what it is like for someone to crave my company, my smile, my kiss, or my touch. 

                                                                              But I would like to…

I cannot make someone love me or like me or want me in some primal way. It may hurt, but I cannot make that handsome boy want to hold my hand or brush my hair back behind my ear. I can only struggle on. I can only work within myself. I can only try every God damn day to hold my head up, keep my eyes fixed ahead, a give the world the best smile I have. I and I alone can bring myself out of the safety of my bedroom and into the bright world that lies beyond that locked door. 
I often find myself alone with nothing more than my thoughts and the ever-strong glow of a computer screen. But no longer will aloneness be the constant in my life. It is true that never having known the caress of a man’s hand on my thigh doesn't make me any less of a woman, but I fear that if I stay confined within myself much longer I will begin to become less of a human. A flower cannot grow if it retracts its leaves and petals every time it feels the warmth of the sun or the kiss of a gentle spring rain.  
And I want to grow. I want to grow so tall and blossom so big and beautifully that every place on earth is touched by my shadow at some point in the day. And I will grow. I will push myself and share myself with the world, and finally
know the closeness and comfort of love and honest, unabashed companionship.

Details | I do not know? | |

The Busy Bees Life

The busy bee carried the nector
From one flower to another
Moved her exhausted wings, struggled like Hector
She fall, but she shall die but not serve the Queen mother

But today was so bizarre
She was the only one working hard
She saw a bee sitting on a flower smoking a cigar
And a servant bee, in a Jaguar car

"What is going on?" she said
Many questions were in her head
When she returned home, all bees were in bed
"Oh, no one is working" she said

Bees were not eating honey but bread
"I am going to tell the Queen" she said
She went to the Queen's room, with a heavy head
"Oh" the Queen was with a servant bee in bed

"What do you want , you idiot bee?"
"Busy bees I can no longer see"
"Are you dump? Today is free"
"A vocation, can't you see?"

The bee woke up with a heavy head
"Oh, what a nightmare" she sadly said

Details | Haiku | |

Cherry Blossoms

The silk like blossoms

That bloom in the night time air

It captures moonlight

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If we all become flowers of rose,
Whose scent always outgrows,
Even those hands crush us, in an instance,
Will be left with our fragrance.

All rights are reserved. Syed Imon Rizvi
From a book "Outspoken" - 2012
Available at

Details | Monorhyme | |

Vase of Flowers

In a classic timeless bud vase The flowers bloom large just in case Holds plenty that could change your face It brings some grace, it brings some grace The flowers are all budding free Looking awesome, high and lofty They reach for the stars quite lovely It’s not empty, it’s not empty Merger of vase and flowers here Placed perchance on the table near For all to see as we all care Great smelling air, great smelling air
Form Monotetra Contest: Monotetra Sponsor: Kim Merryman 6/16/2013

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When Flowers Bloom and Birds Do Fly

If mine heart should speak, let it speak so well; 
For I may not have another time to tell. 
Let me say it straight; let me say it clear, 
It may not be so loud but the deaf can hear. 

It's for the sane to commend me of my views 
And for the fools to take me as a foe; 
For my word shall either be sweet or foul 
But it bears the frankness of my soul. 

The sheer desire for wealth or fame 
I apt no more for all is vain. 
It's good enough for me to see 
That I've lived a life in each passing day. 

When a man is young he's at his best 
And a merry soul has no time to rest. 
But life's like hanging on a ledge 
The soul is weakened at the ripe old age. 

No amount of sleep shall recompense or mend 
Of a good dream lost to awakening; 
So as a speeding star in a tranquil gaze 
That fell so sudden before a wish. 

The time that flies and makes one old 
Burgeons the burdens of an old man's load. 
It shall be heavier when he departs 
If he'll bear the laments of a shattered heart. 

Life is doomed and to cease one day; 
Not a single soul can choose to stay. 
Better pave a way for the saints to stroll 
So that bad old serpent could tempt no more. 

Then for my own sake I'll pray with them 
That my soul be freed from the hell's domain. 
And my heart won't dare to sing again 
Those mournful lines of life's refrain. 

A blissful sunset shall start to thrive 
Nocturnal solace upon my head. 
Then it shall be on the day I die 
When flowers bloom and birds do fly. 

Author:  Jecon B. Nadela 
Date & Time of Writing: 
10 May 2014 ; 2:03pm - 3:21pm 

Thanks God I'm writing again. 

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Daisy Pines

What I was once I'll never be again
For too long I've stood open under sun
  I peeked at dawn with eyes that shone brightly
  And bloomed full unto perfection, then stood
  Gazing firm into mid-day's scorching glare
  Though I grew weary, my vigor wilting,
Twas evening's light that brought me sweet respite
And I gave way to slumber this good night.

TLH   ©  12-30-2012

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To Kahlil Gibran's Flower

I am a kind of word spoken by the voice of nature
I am the element flying gracefully on a green pasture
I am a silent child in Summer and the brave child that Winter has believed
I crown the opening of the golden Spring and a gentle heart that Autumn conceived

I caress the majestic body of the flower as she announce the coming of the light
At nocturnal melodies, I dance with the birds on their lonely flight
The plains are full of the vibrant grace by those lovely flowers
As I embrace the early morning lovers

I cradle the spirit of the one who drinks wine
As he promenades with the swaying leaves of the vine
I am a dulcet entity whispered by a faint death
I am the little joy sang by a saddened health
I am the air breathed by a living man
and a mysterious knight to a crying little one

When the flower look high to never see her shadow
I escape through a broken, dusty window
To uplift her when she will feel me blow

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Life's Wholeness

Life and a living being
can never be separated
See one and you see
the other
Destroy one and you destroy 
the other
Pluck a flower from a tree
and dissect it 
to understand it
You no longer have that flower
as it existed
on the tree
You may have an understanding
of the relationship
between the components
of a dead flower
but you will have forever lost 
the totality of the experience
of the LIVING flower
To see the flower in 
its completeness
and understand a reality 
that can only be experienced
but can never be put into words
for the whole is more than
the sum of its parts

Details | I do not know? | |

You and I

You and I.


Your heart blazed,
with a warmth of spirit,



soaked in truth.

Your smile burned,
branding me permanently,



enveloping my being.

Your love was complete,
from the depths of your soul,


yet fierce,

bathed in silent knowing.

Your dreams were poetic,
fluttering in the afternoon breeze,
infused with the distilled essence of rhyme.


I squandered your generosity of spirit.

I vainly discarded your priceless poems.

Now I stand,




wasting away,

rotting inside, day by day.

Details | Romanticism | |

Reap What We Sow

Our love’s a seed
Let’s watch it grow
and we may reap
what we sow
what we sow
Spring has come
Let’s place it
in the sun
Let’s place it
in the sun
Let’s watch it grow
so that we may reap
we may reap
reap what we sow
With time
it grows
And the seedling shows
And a flower sprouts
when you give it time
I am yours
and you are mine
Our love’s a seed
Let’s watch it grow
and we may reap
what we sow
what we sow
With time it grows
And the seedling shows
And a flower sprouts
freeing the beauty inside
there’s no need to hide
the beauty inside
Let’s watch it grow
so that we may reap
we may reap
reap what we sow
We may reap
We may reap
reap what we sow

Details | Free verse | |

Evolution of a Flower

Youth Upon my flower I start a bloom My buds come willingly out And about the stem flows water The life breeding source of time I wield time as if I’m the master And my flower holds its precious drops Within my lovely petals, slyly setting Myself up higher than the ground Which holds my flower erect Simply what do I compose myself as If my bloom has not yet developed Straight into the whole bloom myself What do I say to my flower that holds The life of my soul by the water’s edge Where do I groom myself alive To seek the warmth of living As a whole, full bodied entity Where is my truth in life Elder I have seen the flowers traversing From my water bearing bud To my exhausted bloom of life Full of my splendor but fragile Subject to any climate changes And expressly sensitive to the lack of water Which happens more and more During this phase of my tired life I ponder my existence, why now Why do I lean towards death Right at this stage of existence So full and flourishing, perfect, flawless I only seek to live one more day By my beauty, I hope to be free To live with my water, nourishing water To love again, as I did once before Dead No longer am I vibrant, I cease I no longer carry water to my roots I don’t see anything, I feel nothing My roots have all dried up The is no more moisture within me I have no hope of keeping Anyone’s attention, save that of shock The shock of a dead flower before them I shall be removed from this Earth To make room for another bud To come in my place, soon life will return And I will be vibrant once again But now I waste away, to nothingness
Russell Sivey Contest: Talking to Yourself Sponsor: craig cornish 6/21/2013

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Natures Pace

And golden ears of corn stretched to listen, to the suns 
warming ray of words, as stems swayed and rattled. In 
the next field yellow Sunflowers genuflected, lifted 
their heads to their heavenly maker, turning not to lose 
his eye. And the sun beat of an egg blue sky, a blanket 
of  life  for all to nestle. Only song rained, spilling from 
the throats of lofty Skylarks sharing their delight on this 
miracle of days. Hawthorne, Bramble and Blackberry 
wrestled creating a thorn haven for Blackbird and Thrush 
as they cared for the young ever gaping mouths. Bumble 
bees and Hover flies darted flower heads, intoxicated on 
the abundance of rich pollen, the flower kissed and life is 
granted. The fruits ripen, Field mice nibble the sweet corn's
tender pods, and the Buzzard glides softly with searching 
eye. This day takes place with no rush or haste, no agenda 
to adhere to, just to amble at natures pace. And on I walk
forever lost. 

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My book is fine
It’s okay to write one time
I am working on it every time
I have the happy working time 
Taking care the lines of mind
I give my ideas
I am making myself laugh
I know that is not good enough 
Yes, for the easy read to spot
An encouragement to part 
A poem that help inspire me to write
It’s a good poem I like
When I discover a new way to something 
To express myself of many thing
I become at peace with what I am writing
For I am doing less struggling
Indeed my book is fine! 

Saturday, 16 Mar 2013, 8:28PM
Sandakan Nature City, Sabah, Malaysia

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Aromatic Flowers

Within the blue sky floats petals Those from the most aromatic flowers Which I see colorfully before me A beautiful scene of serenity and hope A pleasant feeling befalls me here Like the first kiss from that special person Whom you have waited for all your life This field exudes this very emotion A peaceful glow from the Earth Through these wonderful proud flowers Their purpose could have just been found In my eyes, they are the epitome Of everything this universe loves
Russell Sivey Entered into Poet Destroyer A 's "free verse poem. (15 max lines)" contest 3/12/2013

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Field of Blue Flowers

Fields of gold meet a deep indigo sky Specks of light an autistic bright palette Vagabond dreams waft in nigh & nigh Field of blue flowers and rising sunset Prophesying the future of the fields In walks her aura like a burning hush Drinking in solitude, her body yields Like the tree in the wind, soft swoosh Armed in loaded moments post to post Their love is like a rare flower after dark Sitting on a fence the lover and the ghost The platitudes of sing songs, from a lark Mystic Rose Blue flowers within the top breezy air Near a barbed wire fence near the yellow field The sky so blue is a stark contrast there Great supply of plant life brings a great yield Trees bend to the wind, seeming a storm comes Near a barbed wire fence near the yellow field The whole place here seems to be quite lonesome The air seemingly goes and whips around Trees bend to the wind, seeming a storm comes Animals here don’t feel lost on the ground The flowers move quietly in the wind The air seemingly goes and whips around Alone I walk in this field which I send Aura of a storm from the field of hearts The flowers move quietly in the wind Love is with blue flowers that I impart Blue flowers within the top breezy air Aura of a storm from the field of hearts The sky so blue is a stark contrast there Russell Sivey Form Terzanelle This was a compilation from a picture we both viewed

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Robin's fair light

as new life flowers                                                                                                   equal illumination                                                                                                 meager changing clothes                                                                    *           
** the sun the moon draws warming hearts and minds amply a new leaf to turn

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and I will come

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/ 
when the fall gives its rights/ 
to the winter/
you know I will come/
for good or for bad/
I’ll board the train/
Passing by / stations/ and countries/
I promised/ and I remember/
You said “there’s no fortuitous meetings/

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When you’ll lose the trace/
When my firmest snickers/ wipe out/
I will/ I will come…
Unexpectedly/ knowing solely the door/
Just the road / for sure/
Before/ take you I’ll ask/
“are you ready to go?” / 
You are ready/ I know/
All the noise doesn’t matter/
I don’t haste/ will be later/

…I will come.
When it finally turns out/
That November is overthrown by December/
When the first snow falls down/
Will be clear/ that nobody is remembered/ 

And I will come…
Somewhere in chest/ between ribs/
You slashed me/ with thoughts/ 
I can feel it with lips/ crawling under my cloths/
Our world is alive/ our life/ we’re alike/
And I….

I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When the death is changed into fate/
When the winter gives up/ 
To wait/ for spring/
to stay with shining sun/
I will come.

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Let us whisper you and I 
In a dark little corner and no candle light.

W'll wait until  dawn and watch the sunrise. 
Then catch a gentle breeze or watch a fading star.

We pick some flowers and catch a butterfly

We cross a small stream, sparkling water 
catches the corner of your eyes.

We make a sailing boat from paper then
write a little song.

Soon will be breakfast, then at dinner w'll say a prayer,
And at night time w'll light a fire, and then we retire.

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The Sieve of Time

The Sieve of Time

Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,

Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.

Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,

trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.

Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised, and covered in grime,

I stagger ashore, 


embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.

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The Darkness Falls

I was running through the darkness 
through the pain and the sadness
I emptied my worried mind
and I never looked behind
voices whispered in my ear
they were quiet and not that clear
I ran and never stopped 
and the tears in my eyes dropped
then I spotted a flower 
that stood and sparkled like a tower
it filled me with all the strength and power
and I felt each passing second like a passing hour

this flower gave me hope and faith
and it made me love life and forget hate
I asked myself if what i'm seeing was right
or am I dreaming about the flower that is white
I hope I'm not 
because this white flower is all I've got
and if I was
in my heart this white flower will always take a spot 

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A Flower Through The Snow

A Flower Through the Snow (or The Traveler)


Why is it always the merriment that’s rattling at the door,
In the middle of the day that keeps the night at war?
If only you could open up and let this traveller in,
There could be a-something done about hushing up this din.
There’s a bottle sure, an open sore, the salt of seven seas,
White lines lay upon on the shore from brow creasing pleas.

Well first it’s a little, little sorry then it’s just little more,
‘Til the book finds a new page - now who’s this written for?
Why’d you bury the bones and start thinking they were treasure,
And dig ‘em back up and find the horror not the pleasure.
Is it startled reassurance that the truth ain’t in the flesh?
Well it ain’t in the bones too if there’s no cartilage to mesh.

Now all the chorus girls know a thing or two about this
That night weary wanders see only blue for bliss
As they’re walking through the day putting night sighs to test
Shaking stuck fallen leaves from shady places where you rest
Shut your eyes, go to sleep, though there are a thousand things
To do before tomorrow when winter’s cold voice sings

Can you let this traveller in while there’s still flame in the fire?
Ask to hear his story but if you know it he won’t tell yer
Wait there warm, sit there childish, wait until the new spring.
If he’s asks you the way or to see just say it’s something
In your smile, so stick around it may show, might grow
Like a song in the belly, like a flower through the snow.

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She smiled, gently,
her warmth infusing me,
with a serene stillness of time.

She settled, slowly,
in my waking thoughts,
a soothing balm of simple joy.

She remains, scribbled,
on the walls of my fractured heart,
memories of happiness that once breathed...

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Never Stood A Chance

A flower blooms,
Out of the earth.
It’s soil feeding it,
The nutrients it needs.

Not only does this little growing flower need nutrients,
But it also needs water to survive.
The clouds let rain fall down,
Just to quench this flowers thirst.

Flames of shades of red come out of nowhere,
And cut through this poor flowers stem.
As the leaves and pedals turn into nothing but ash,
The flower takes in it’s one last look at the beautiful earth it once belonged to.

This poor little flower never stood a chance,
Against the four elements of Earth.

** For Barbara Gorelick's contest THE FOUR ELEMENTS**

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Spring Showers

when earth cries
its tears fall upon us
not tears of sadness, really
tears to cleanse the horror
that it has seen that year
to wash away the pain 
and the blood that has stained its surface
a revival
so it can last one more year
the ugly must be swept away
so the beauty can be seen
or else we might not notice 
we might only notice
so the bad must be swept away
so the good can return
so the showers must fall
so the flowers will bloom

spring showers contest

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Springtime Interlude

Slowly I am drifting, fluttering across a lush and green meadow, 
seeking out the life giving nectar of your flower. 
Your ruby red pedals spread wide and inviting, 
anticipating my arrival. 

Gently I land upon your silken but firm pedal. 
I kiss you softly as I move slowly across your surface 
towards the soft and sensual spot 
that hides your precious gift. 

Caressing and probing with maddening desire 
I thrust inside you.
Overwhelmed with ecstasy and pleasure 
I drink the delectable essence of your being.
I drink your life giving juices 
until I am drunk with your intoxicating liquid 
and can no longer feel the wings upon my back. 
I pull away to recover my senses. 

Slowly I regain control 
and caress you softly with my pollen covered hands 
then bid you farewell. 
As I lift away with sadness in my heart 
I am comforted to know 
that I will find you again next spring.   

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Roses Of The Field

            Roses Of The Field

Village square has flowers of rare coloration
Not appearing in nature
Painted, ugly, plastic without a scent
Aromas are condemned, not authorized by local politics
Illegal in the kingdom and the region

To sell or grow or pick a living plant or flower
Is punishable and the penalty is death

Flowers are the enemy of the state according to government decree
Citizens and country folk must buy their plastic flowers every week
A dozen at a time to help with taxes
To avoid execution for non-compliance naturally

Roses that come from nature have lovely fragrances
If you come to our town wearing one
You will be executed on the spot and planted like a tree
Decapitation is a possibility

People with real flowers or plants are gambling
Face termination every day, but only once

So to the mountain out of sight I pedal day and night
My bike and I hide out on weekends with my aromatic friends 
A patch of deep red roses wait for me behind the little orange fence
Next to the brook and yellow shack we hid from authorities

Thorns cause pain but not the same
As government intervention 

I touch and smell the real petals on my flowers and they touch back
We must conceal our love from state and plastic fakes
And hide beneath our bed of roses for nature’s sake

Created on 12/17/14 for Mystic Rose - ROSES ROSES ROSES – Poetry Contest 

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God morning

facing the morning                                                                                                      brevity of life's circle                                                                                                 Your growing  glory

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Forgave Me and Gave Me

He Forgave Me and Gave Me
Presented In A Posy
Tied With A Bow and Knots

He Forgave Me and Gave Me
Fragrant Forget-Me-Nots
Picked Fresh With Daisies
… That’s What I Got …

He Forgave Me and Gave Me
Plucked Fast From Wild Fields
and  Planted In Posh Pots

He Forgave Me and Gave Me
Posed Pretty In A Vase
To Withstand Wilts or Flops

Arranged By Pure Patience To Care
By A Professional Property Shop
With Prayer-Cards & Poultice-Packets
So Finger-Pointing & Pain-Poking Stops

Petite Flowers Under Peace’s Pillow
and Some Beside A Puffed-Cushion Cot
and Some On Pages of Perfumed Memory
or Scattered On Silver Platters Like Props

Some Petals Were Pictured In Pewter Frames
and Some Line A Pink Velvet Box
and Some Are In Porcelain Bowls
or Are Attached To A Pendulum Clock

… Or Pinned To My Ponytail-Hair
with A Pearl-Toothed Comb On Top
And Some Are Placed In A Promise Note
where Mercy & Hope, Ink–Blots

Thank GOD, There’s No Patch
 of Leaves That Chop
Just Slender Stems & Roots
and Seeds That Drop …

… to Form Silken Piles
Soft As Rain Plops
Yet Has The Power–Proof
of Ground-Truth In Plots

And I Was Pruned
and Paired Among This Crop
To Remind Me Gently…
Of What I Nearly Forgot

That Love Is Not Only
The Turning Pass-Key That Pops
Love … Is The Prime Slot
and The Platinum Lock

… Oh, He Forgave Me and Gave Me
The Fairest Forget-Me-Nots
Oooo, Land Sakes Alive!
He Loves Me – He Loves Me Alot!

And I Love Him – I Love Him!
Like Medicine Loves Pills & Shots
Yes, I Love Him – I Love Him!
Like Pyrotechnics Loves Hot

and Because …

He Forgave Me and Gave Me
Precious Forget-Me-Nots …

        Written & ©:  6/14/2013

             By:  The MoonBee

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Retreat at Trinity

What a wonderful day this will be
as we travel together to Trinity.
On this day, as the darkness of night
gives way to a brilliant new days light.
A lady enters my life in a very special way,
like crystal, she reflects the radiance of the day.
I become a moon in orbit around her
and her name is Mary.  She is like no other,
such a simple name for the sun.
A simple name but a profound one.
In a room full of old friends, I drift quietly apart,
unaware of her affect, as she touches my heart.
She is the sun for this one wonderful day.
Its, as if, God in all his love, would say,
"Bill, your life is too dull, too dreary, a bore.
I'm going to send a lovely flower to your door.
She brightens lonely days with her vibrance.
This is a special flower.  A single glance,
will turn night to day or a  gloomy day bright,
lift your spirit high, or, just make you feel right."
I said, "Lord, does this flower have a name?"  And
He said, "Yes!  Her name is friend."

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A Bluish Violet Flower

A Bluish Violet Flower

A bluish violet flower watches from the shore of an ancient riverbed
A river born of fire when the Earth was new
Sulfuric air, ground ripped apart from Earth’s upheaval
Chemicals mixed with lightening to create life
Single celled animals and ancient reptiles
And a single plant on the burnt earth
A single plant with a single bluish violet flower
It lived its life with cooling water
Cattails lined the shore
A million flowers bloomed every spring
Fish and turtles swam in its currents
Children played on its shore
Laughing and jumping into the refreshing waters
The waters caressed the bluish violet flower
Giving it life saving moisture
Still the bluish violet flower watched the fish, the turtles and the children
The river long ago died
The riverbed that, from the beginning held life, is still now
Rocks of sandstones and granite create a natural blanket
The only fish are fossils of life millions of years old
That bluish violet flower
The one whose life began when time was young
The one who watched when life began and thrived in a lonely riverbed
It remembers the fish, the turtles, the children and the flowers
That bluish violet flower still watches
It watches the stillness and the silence
And all alone it mourns

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Words of Wisdom contest

Blossom of fruit trees
strewn around the orchard
subtle hues of pink and white
shot through with purple

Seeing it reminds me that
like the fruit trees so do 
each of us in our own way
blossom as we pass through 

Blossom starts as a tiny bud
then through the months
opens up flooding the world
with vibrant scent and colour

Just like that tender bud
we open our minds to the new
and flower for all to see
staying true to ourselves 

So when you see the blossom
keep in your mind the thought
for you to flourish and bloom
you must live and strive for fruition

Live each day as if your last
spend no time in past regrets
move on and keep climbing ladders
stretch up and reach for the stars 

Do not squander your time here
march boldly on into the future
let not adversity hold you back
laugh in it's face as you pass

Many times you may be tempted
to sit back and take it easy
sloth only grows in strength
so easy to put things off

Tomorrow never comes, so onward
battle now with all your might
remember as you live your life
each new day is adventure waiting

I went with the Creative Process and referred to blossoms as they for fill their life
written 01/09/2014

contest:  Words of Wisdom

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Some say autumn is sad
It has it’s moments
Rain , mist, dying nature...
Stillness in the air,
Cold, crispy days
Bonfires, burning leaves...
I say autumn is joyful,
Happy, outburst of colours
Laughter in the parks,
Children chasing each other
falling  into the leaves,
Hunting  for acorns
Little treasures hidden
Under the fallen canopy.
Chestnuts, pumpkins,
Pies and hot cocoa...
Gathering, harvesting,
Leaf pile building.
Bullions of gold corn,
Smiling red apples,
Nutty nuts
Delicious hedge fruit
Bounty of nature
Rainbow of colours
Symphony of shades and hues
Tints of autumn
Spell of the Grand Wizard Frost.
Turned leaves, like a giddy spark of
Yellows, oranges, crimson and browns
Glistening glitter
Dance in the wind.
Bright hues of last
hurrah of autumn
Before the white, gloomy
Silence of winter.
Magic of autumn,
Golden Age of the year
With the last leaf that falls
On the muddy ground
One knows that time has come
For another magical time ...
Golden October, Frosty November
Magical December
And with this the spell starts all over again....

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A Pink Rose

There's a beautiful, pink flower in my garden.
A beautiful, pink rose that blooms every year.
Its petals are as pink as the color of strawberry ice cream.
As soft as a baby bird's feather.
It smells of sweet perfume.
The scent of clean clothes.

There's a beautiful, pink flower in my garden.
A beautiful, pink rose that blooms every year.
The stem is as green as string beans.
As strong as a piece of metal that will never break.
It stands there straight as can be,
only moving when strong winds run by.

There's a beautiful, pink flower in my garden.
A beautiful, pink rose that blooms every year.
Its leaves are rough and pointy at the ends,
with many deigns going every which way.
Its thorns are sharp like the blade of a knife,
looking threatening as they stick out of the stem.

To me,
this beautiful, pink rose symbolizes the beginning of Spring.
The beginning of a new day, a new year.

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The Black Bee - Original by Rabindranath Tagore

The black bee goes back again and again
And he comes back to love time and again
Then the flower blooms to end up her pain!
The bud hesitates to become full grown
Due to the shameful fear of the unknown!

Forget the cruel facts and the ill-feelings!
Give me your soul to enjoy the good things!
Stay with me forever O my heart sings!

Give up all hopes except the hope of soul!
Come back come back since my heart is your goal!
Come back in the fragrance of the garden!
My mind has already become a burden!

Lonely is this night! Is it for nothing?
It is shedding tears dewdrops are falling!
O the excited flower is crying!

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The Red, Red Rose

A drop of red in a field of white,
A single red, red rose standing above the snow.
Why it didn't freeze, no one knows,
A patch of hope in the barren land.
A small glimmer of light. 
A single red, red rose.

The last piece of humanity left, 
The last of life the Earth will see.
A single red, red rose above the snow,
The very last of nature's beauty,
Why it didn't freeze, no one knows.
A single red, red rose.

As time goes on, the rose will die,
The light will fade,
The hope will be no more
The Earth will come to pass away,
As the petals, from the rose, are torn,
But for now the single red, red rose,
Stands above the frozen snow.

Unless, the hope can be restored,
With love and care, the rose will grow.
It will shimmer like a light,
And it will spread it's seed,
Spread it's hope.
It will stand above the snow,
And finally, why it didn't freeze,
People will know.

The cold and barren wasteland,
That is covered with snow,
Will become green again, 
And it all started with, 
The single red, red rose
That stood above the snow.

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Chrysanthemums Birth

Chrysanthemums Birth 

Seeds fill orgies needs                   
Lay numb, pregnant on the fields    
Chrysanthemums bloom  

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My Flower (Til the Last Beat of My Heart)

In the Garden of Life
by moonlight I walked
Over the paths I tread
amongst the flowers
and my thoughts
Around the path’s bend
in a bed by itself
I found my flower
To the world passing by
merely a flower 
it just may have seemed
but this flower instantly
meant the world to me
Moonlit and glistening
a flower of white
It will always be mine
It will always be mine
I hold it close to my chest
I will hold on to you 
til the end
til the last beat of my heart
inside of my breast

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My Christmas Rose

legend of blossoms                                                                                                        a gift given may flower                                                                                              dear your in full bloom

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Large porcelain clouds drift lazily across the endless and unbroken cerulean sky 
The wind softly blows through the many trees, filling the air with their whispering voices
A meadow, filled with vibrantly colored flowers and knee high grasses sits peacefully
Undisturbed, untouched by human hands
Bees hum as they hop from flower to flower 
Birds chirp and squirrels chase one another playfully 
The sun sleeps, the stars awaken giving birth to an entirely new world
Celestial beings silently step down from the heavens filling the night air with their sing song voices
Granting life to the unborn creatures of the meadow and forest
A twig snaps, the song ends…
Car horns, people cursing profusely at one another, cell phones glued to their ears
The serene dream lost in oblivion.


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tumbling weed of Jericho

with one little drop                                                                                                      living water washes death's sway                                                                                    no weed but a rose         -Anastatica

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A snow white flower shines in the soft light of a silent meadow. The words that you speak I shall forever echo. A lost love in the dark of the night. They all look your way, but are you blind? Can you not see the beauty of me? I echo your words, I echo your call; can you not hear the silent voice of me at all? I cannot whisper your name, my voice is gone. Silent I shall ever stay, until you speak again. My laughter shall sneak from my lips, until the last word has been spoken, Silent shall I stay again. Silver snowflakes fall in the glory of the dawn. My words are forever caught up hanging silently in my throat, strangling, dangling horridly on my cold lips. A mirrored reflection stares coldly back at you. The water paints a beautiful picture, golden and shining in the crystal spectrum. Will you fall to the hopeless masterpiece inside? Don't give into the lies that haunt your mind, can't you see that you're beautiful again? Beautiful until the end. You see me standing, afraid to think; so you speak. Can I echo your name? Can't you see that I'm afraid to breathe tonight? I'll always recall your words. With you, I shall never be alone. I won't let you go, though your desire is to be gone. In my heart you will forever live on. Farewell you bid unto the world. Farewell I echo to you. I choke in the invisible tears. The reality kills me as I drink in the truth of my deepest fears. Why Narcissus? Why my true love? Why you? Silver snowflakes fall in the glory of the dawn. My words are forever caught up hanging silently in my throat, strangling, dangling horridly on my cold lips. A mirrored reflection stares coldly back at you . The water paints a beautiful picture, golden and shining in the crystal spectrum. Will you fall to the hopeless masterpiece inside? Don't give into the lies that haunt your mind, can't you see that you're beautiful again? Beautiful until the end. I found a flower near the enchanted pool. You placed it there for me, didn't you? Forever the echoes cry out in my mind. Farewell Narcissus, until we meet again. Farewell, I'll see you whenever my time here comes to an end. Farewell, we shall be together again.

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Life in clover

He who's used to live in clover
does not want it to be over.

Volodymyr Knyr

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Life is a flower that blooms but once
From bud to blossom
Falling petals to bony seed
Then the flower is gone
But is remembered by the seed

Let your flower blossom 
Let your perfume spread
Don’t break the stem
Choose life, why death?

Sometimes I guess things just keep going wrong
Life becomes a gloomy song
Dark clouds and thunder are all you see
‘There can be no hope for me’
You don’t know why you still breathe

There is a valley over the hill
There is a place where you can be still
There can be tomorrow after today
Don’t let today make tomorrow too late

It’s a choice you make
You can have another take
Clear the darkness from your head
Let yourself walk the road ahead

Tomorrow you may have a plan
To today’s trouble you may not even give a damn
Take courage, hold on to today
Troubles come but they also go away
Give yourself another day

It’s a choice you choose to make
You can have another take
The sun that is down today will tomorrow rise again
Live another day and see its light
Why choose death when you can choose life?

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Garden feel

What does a garden feel

A flower feel

A bud feel 

A seed feel

When the beholder 

Goes missing 

who can it complain?

Except the Lord. 

Yet the feeling of 

Loneliness remains

Till the first step sounds

Till the first eyes meet

Till the first breath taken

Till the first smile spread

Till the first joy breaks out

Till the garden echoes with sounds

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A Notion Of A Whisper

A flower will start off as a simple bud/
It then will grow forth !
As when birds in Summer tend to move North/
Yet as the flower may bloom/
There is often found room in which to grow,

Have a positive mindset in life,

Longevity !
There will be many storms !
Yet we all must not allow them,
To dictate what may happen in the future/
Today be a positive light to a darkened place/

Live by example !

Cause many people are watching !
They will be looking for some hidden quality,
Hence, a bit of understanding/
Perhaps it's determination or a great sense of integrity !
Yet without cement to hold a brick it will eventually fall/

This isn't some store bought item that one gets at their nearby mall,

Let all your words be few yet sweet and sincere/
For far too many people in life,
That don't even bother to care/
Just then a little bird had whispered in my ear/

Yet none the worse for wear,

The heart is deceitful above all things !

Still who can know it ?
A true friend is rather polite and sincere/
To the one who will often show it,
Set the standard high for yourself !

For whether you fall,

You will know in your heart/
That you gave it better then some college Joe try,
Try to keep your mind on just one thing/
For this is the essential key to your success !

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A Walk In The Garden In Moonlight Part 2 of 2

(Part 2 of 2)

While Wading Thru The Garden At Midnight
While Wooing In The Garden In Moonlight

Still Sharing Secrets That Our Shadows See
On This  Rendezvous To A Path of Our Life's Journey
We Come To A Stop By A Stand of Myrtle Trees
This Is The Spot Where The Earth Seems To Breathe

As You Kneel In Blue-Star Grass Upon An Older Knee
By The Purple Violets - Where You Proposed To Me
Oh, What Better Way To Start Each Anniversary
than In The Place That We Both Share Passionately 

... When Walking Thru Our Garden At Midnight
and Waking In Our Garden In Moonlight

                     Written & Copyrighted ©:  8/30/2013 
                      by:  MoonBee Canady

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My own little garden

My dearest little garden
that grows my plants
The finest yard of numerous
that holds my beauty
My wholeness that grants my draft.
My obese garden that stays and stands
Even though you know I am a Yokel.
I owe you much
My till, till and till.
My own mine, I whole you all
Cos you have stood by me
In no place and less vacuum.

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An Ode to Birth and Death

Darkness ended, Winter released her icy grip; budding crystals soon began to drip.

The Earth then tendered, its surface filled with life; Spring now wed to Summer, the
radiant rays piercing the frozen skies.

But Beauty gives way to Destruction and forests turn to tinder.

Here lies the crossroads, an Ode to Birth and Death.

A flower that slowly bloomed left stranded now in late Spring, scorched by Summer’s rays,
but oh its beauty still remains.

It lives on desolate ground. A mind unfolded, it's heart retouched.

And at last outlasted a depression that once did rule. And you the fair Demise, how will
you compromise? When we together win the prize.

Flailing futilely in a sea of lies; the Fountain of Youth was found, its waters tainted.

Perhaps it’s best not to toy with Life and Death.

The Seasons unwillingly shifting, the Sun now in full bloom, and the flower starts to wilt;

Beautiful, as death begins to set, while Summer touched the Earth.

Petals fall away like tear drops on the skin, and light penetrates in a wonderful array.

Ever growing heat, now begins to drain them of life, while petals turned to dust, carried
away in gusts.

Together fertilized, yet unaware, it only dares to bring about despair.

Death gives back again to Life; an early end to a late start.

A new beginning comes from dust and decay, as the Summer sun now fades away.

The burning skies teaming with gray.

Death takes a new form; white, blinding, crushing and consuming.

Oh but gorgeous it remains, In time, life grows again,

Coming from the wastes of a flower that late bloomed.Yet life anew begins too soon.

In Winter’s last grasp, her touch did drain, when frozen ashes did remain;

Here is life’s penultimate breath, the greatest Ode to Birth and Death.

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                           (VERSE 1)
 Think what you want but please understand
 She's a desert flower drifting with the sand
 if you knew the reason she's making love with you
 You wouldn't want her to. Desert Girl.
                               (VERSE 2)
 Take what you want then leave her alone
 She's a desert flower every man has known
 If you knew the reason she's making love with you
 You wouldn't want her to.    Desert Girl.
                                  (CHORUS 1)
             She's just here looking for someone she's never known
              She'll take you with her so she won't sleep alone
            Out in the desert and she's had it all planned
             Puttin you to sleep with one touch of her hand.
                           (VERSE 3)
 Take what you want but please understand
 She's a desert flower drifting with the sand
 If you knew the reason she's making love with you
 You wouldn't want her to.    Desert Girl.
                         (CHORUS 2)
         She'll feed you opium and citrus juice all night
          She'll make you think everything is alright
           Then to the desert for the rest of her plan
            When she's done she'll bury you in the desert sand.

          If you knew the reason she's making love with you.
          You wouldn't want her to.    Desert Girl.

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Then and Now

I use to be a flower 
that sprouted from a seed
The soil as my mothers womb
through fertile flesh to feed

The bees are dear beloved
attracted by my scent
They carry strife but still remain
Resourceful and content

I've many brothers and sisters
that starve before the rain
Kidnapped and beaten by the heat
wishing death more than pain

I gave praise to the firmament
to open up the sea
The waters fell and gave the weak
the strength that of a tree

I use to be a flower 
that sprouted from a seed
The soil as my mothers womb
through fertile flesh to feed 

The children now are not content
a mandrake of a seed
That nature neglected as an
antagonistic weed
The soil as my mothers womb
through fertile flesh to bleed

Details | ABC | |


life is like different colours
like many different flowers
happiness, sadness and sometimes tears,
enjoy all the colours because 
the mixture of many colours makes 
a colourful bright art
which is nothing but  life,

let this life 
be as beautiful as the
prettist garden in the world 
and let the colour of happiness
bloom into a great flower
And may god shower an you
many good things........ 
your life should 
have bright,happy & great colours in it.....................

Details | Rhyme | |

Like a butterfly

Like a flower
The butterfly is like a flower
which moves its station every hour.
Oh,happy is he on the wing.
The vision makes me quick to sing.
The flower is open in the sun,
And to its heart, true love shall come.
The bees shall feast and fly replete
With nectar they are now full sweet.
I sing of colour and of love,
Blessings that rain down from above.
I wish to be a flower too.
Ah,that the bee could but be you.

Details | I do not know? | |

Red Spring Cherry Blossoms

Finally came upon such beautiful scene where the eyes cannot resist.
With such pure fragrances taking away the sadness and the purpose of life,
Lies under these red cherry blooming trees, the sadness and painful endurance of each falling blossoms.
Each leaves and flowers reminisced of my past.
As the spring passes by, nothing is left behind. 
I pick up the red blossom flower and smile, as the spring vanished,
I faded with the season, shedding the last drop of tear surrounding by red blossoms. 

Details | I do not know? | |

Ludwig and Vincent

Ludwig & Vincent...

‘They said that you were mad, Vincent’, whispered Ludwig to a silent Vincent.

‘I still am, quite insane’, replied Vincent, ‘but you, dear Ludwig, you were deaf, and mad, I hear’.

‘I listened with my soul, Vincent, I heard it all without hearing a sound. Yes, mad and deaf indeed I too, still am’, Ludwig said, smiling at Vincent.

‘just look at them now’, Vincent replied, smiling with Ludwig, ‘look at them now, as they hawk sunflowers, blissfully oblivious of exquisite starry nights’.

‘yes’, smiled Ludwig, ‘look at them now, they crave joy, yet they cannot hear an ode, dear Vincent, they cannot hear it! They do not care enough to hear’.

‘Yes, dear Ludwig’, Vincent sighed, ‘they do not care enough to hear’.

Ludwig and Vincent smiled, each tugging an ear.

Details | Imagism | |


the clock it goes tick.
my heart pounds like a brick.
the clock i wish i could stop if only i knew the trick.
the life i want i have to pick.

cause the clock run's your life.
do what ur heats wants never think twice.
roll the dice.
let the clock run n dont even know but the time was nice.

the seconds fly.
ur like a flower once picked u soon begin to die.

the minutes pass.
take time 2 look at the world admire the grass.

the hours go slow.
the clock takes it from us but u already know.
human's r like a flower we ALL grow.
our life's a miny show.

but u determine the story n how it goes.
my life story no1 kno's.
sometimes i put on show's.

Fake smile but i gotta b like that somedays.
hide my pain n so many ways.

cause my time on the clock is hard right now.
try to get past but at time's i dont see how.

the grandfather clock tick's u 2 your grave.
but mom n gram made me BRAVE.
man if only her i could of had the power to save.

the love of my life.
when she took her last breath n my heart went a KNIFE.
but 4 her i'll strive.

i won't waste the time i got tickin right now on the clock.
i'll be on the beach standin on the dock.

lookin up n the sky.

tick tock tock tick.
eww that brick.

times passin now.
get thru the days dont c how.

but i'll do it with a smile on my face.
n my walk is a grace.
wear that lace.

i'm done with the poem cause this is takin min.s from my nigth. 
gram make my day BRiGHT.
help me never lose sight.

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Every line not just the bus the cafeteria at least in the lesser smaller rules would 
have a line and must produce the TICKET to get the product eye can sense it 
does not matter now ewe eye has glazed and interest has wandered back to the 
television or the window even oh please ewe pay attention. A stub of counterfit 
will not benifit the lame or halt or worried for there gender there they must have 
the goods in hand the concrete tender the dough rey mee the stuff that makes 
mens greed the money. After carefull consideration of the facts it takes the 
monkey on his back to make the money that he needs to carry greed to pinnacle 
mountains on his overactive garden of imagination he is ON the MARK he is 
Standing Toe to Toe with JOE and active in his quest and merciless at rest he 
makes his way down the line with TICKET in his hand no matter if its milk or 
meat or love or final resting place. Who is that on that cactus patch does it rally 
matter MOE his name was JOE they ALL was JOE he could have went on down 
the road but stayed to die in cactus OH what was his name it never matters to a 
martyer his spirit fled when they killed his body his name is JOE. He had his 
ticket in his hand a purple flower clutched so hard he bled. He hollard out her 
name he called her Violet and then he came to knoe his GOD again this time in 
person he has his TICKET in his hand but what is left is NOT man just another 
NUMBER on the list just another burial to be placed he had his TICKET in his 
hand a violet flower he is now a man at rest. 

Jesus Freak Homeless 

Details | Free verse | |

My butterfly lover

He is the nectar that draws and feeds
He is the pollen that grips and the flower that seeds

Entice the kisses of my butterfly wings; love
Fly from doubts, made in chrysalis ; my dove

Softly the breeze guiding you and I
As we endlessly seek, knowing the sky

Empty for filling the reason our hunger be
Healing: your love bringing hope, from heart's debris

You are joy's flower, set apart from the weeds
You are my love; intriguing, lovely, much more than my heart needs.

Our season of reason will be eternal for:
He is the nectar that draws and feeds,
He is the pollen that grips and the flower that seeds,

Details | Prose Poetry | |

just like the flowers

For every person is counted in a 
Hated nor loved accepted nor faded
Like a flower in a patch
Dished out in a bunch or one single 
A life be saved symbolizes love
Even if no one intends to
Like a flower gave shows care
Multiple people enjoying the 
beautiful weather with friends or 
Like a flower in the summer
Can shine just as well during night 
or day
A sad loved one passes away
Having a room full of people with 
sympathy or not
Like a flower for sorrow
The forget-me-not handed out for 
Left forgotten on the street with 
help or left to die
Like a flower in the winter
Gardens wither away
We rest in peace spending an 
eternity in a wooden cage
Buried or cremeted
Like a flower in a cemetery
What lays on top be with us life to 
Just like the flowers

Details | Rhyme | |

The Whisper of the Flower

The flower extends an open invitation
To share her awesome beauty
And offer thy prayer and devotion
At the feet of the deity.

She blesses you with best wishes
To excel in life in varied role
And greets you with good wishes
When you reach at your goal.

She bestows your love and honour
Upon your dear when you receive
And pays your homage to revere
The heroes when they leave.

Have you ever heard the whisper
Of the well known well-wisher,
When she offers your prayer -
To flower like a fragrant flower,

When she greets and blesses you
Pays your homage and honour –
To offer Him whatever you do
Renouncing the sense of ‘Doer’.

Details | I do not know? | |

universal undercoat (automatic writing)

streamlining trough the objections life presents
the flower had a leaf but it repents
sunshine through thou darkness while we blend
the mixer destroys the suspect
hopping hop-hop
raining down with tone
it struck his mind with bedazzlement of
and grabs him out of cinema life
swimming on the checkered floor
splash-splash lick the platoon
fingers rushing through the unknown matrix of men
life by machine while the bird songs bend
ghost grass fling for the sarcastic wind
mumbling back pain eyesight on the swing
his name is clustered from surreal things
mind the oblivion of fascination the holocaust of nature 
fly-fly cause what happened left
humbleness has reached a point of gloom halo
why not this parking lot?
broom-broom as she swings wildly into the horizontal 
distortion of imagination, jack-in-the-box had some luck
feet spindle until air hides
we are to ask the narrator
no comment from the flower gallery
magnetic shadow finds no pole
drunken trolley is the only one to catch the sun
stitch the camouflage great oceans of the world
a neutral switch no coding attached
crook robbing the forest from its daily affairs
moonlight blues for the wolf of man
revolting against integrated logic
they all shake heads as he drives down somewhere
grudging through the city y-tic
tic-tic-tic we turn left from right
the bass coughed man has a trailer to his mind
absolutely nothing harass the plane with a face underneath

this is universal undercoat

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Spirit fall,
Send forth your light,
Let it shine upon us,
And stir our hearts.

Like songs,
Arising out of the ground,
We shall blossom in thy soil,
Reaching for the heavens,
We yearn for you.

Details | Dodoitsu | |

Colored Splotches

Colored splotches in darkness Learning to work on forward Leads its way into the light Colors do conform Flowers shine with all glory Coming into the bright light Beyond the darkness that holds The empty figures Proudly each petal shines now Showering with all their might Knows that the darkness is gone And they’re now in light
Russell Sivey

Details | Free verse | |


Please do not disturb the beast in its peaceful and quiet place
Where the dead leaves are dancing merrily in a gentle wind of faith
Along skeleton paths of disheveled trees you can hear them whispering
Honoring autumns remnant decay and conjuring efflorescent spring
While birds begin to whistle in such a sweet soliloquy of melodies
Runaway ye fearless child into the darkness where you sleep
And clear a path for the wild ones leading to your hollowed grove
Where I found feasting among the dead a red blossoming velvet rose
Surrounded by a halo of darkness under a piercing blade of sun light
Tempted by its pleasure the beasts will insist that it's alright
Then by thoughtful contemplation I plucked it as blood mixed with tears began to drop
Painfully I pulled every petal repeating "she loves me so, she loves me not"
My Oh My how the colors have changed with the wondrous seasons reign
I guess she no longer loves me, but isn't that just natures way
Shy away you phantoms and let the new cycles of life rebuild their homes
Leave the undead to worry for themselves and let my luminous flowers grow
~ JJF~

Details | Elegy | |

The Winter Flower

The golden hue of ringing of leafy bells-
so yellow and orange as the dawning sun-
sings a mellow whispering tune that swells
in the air of the thickest wind who sung.
The air of mist bows to the ground-
and morning fog seeps up to the mourning tree.
Mysterious to the depth of the roots who sleeps just down
the trunk of the sturdy crooked tree.
And so it gently slopes in a mourning tune
just over the decaying flower covered in a winter coat-
just as the colors of Antlantic sun set.
And off the limbs of branches the leaves gently float
unto the moral flower as a blanket to an eternal rest.

Details | Free verse | |

Ready for Red

The handsome flower devil
dances with red roses
as the withering petals
decease, and go unnoticed
just as all the pretty people
toss their flowing hair
while laughing at the losers
because they simply cannot care

Those same flower devils
once made fun of me
but I could see their shortcomings
disguised so flawlessly
if you penetrate them
they know not how to act
before I ever knew it would be
a knife was in my back

Lead my life to ruin
dancer of the flora
I can see the peace inside
a slightly violet aura
hiding deep within
you leave it under skin
as if life itself irritates you
and the rash is violence
so why do the butterflies
drink from my withering willows?
in a garden of ugliness
full of the newborn heros
hiding unstrung war bows
for a day of reckon
with a fist full of arrows
a single finger beckons
ready for red

Details | Free verse | |


many things change and death is inevitable-
for a moment
i saw the cherry blossoms
fluttering by.

Details | Verse | |

Panning Prospectus

He is an old pan man and knows how to pan
Finding gold is easy, the tricky one is diamond
A diamond in the rough is a crude old stone
But the one he would polish would be his own.
So the pan man saw many a bauble, fine gems
Worn by the great and by the not great at all
Polished personalities without character's diadems
He watched them like leaves turn gold and fall.

Then from innate hunger of a lonely eye, he saw
A woman worn hard by the ghetto's bitter law
And yet her speech was full of grace, and dreams
Were bubbles in the churn of frolicking streams
But heart unbroken did not cease to hope, she
Seemed a common stone to jewelers  greedy eyes
But he knew she was a diamond in the rough, he
Knew this was the moment to which he would rise

He courted her like a lady, for a lady she ever was
She was the honeycomb and he the bee that buzz
From flower to flower bring nectar to her sweet cell
His diamond in the rough that by the river dwell.
Then when his love had polished her to a finish
The pollen fattened chrysalis suddenly was still
And right before gawking eyes deformity vanish
And a diamond back butterfly fluttered in the thrill.

Details | I do not know? | |

One Day

A bright, hot, sunny day.
Under the sun a bee flies.
It buzzes from picnic to flower.
The flower it lands on is picked.
Picked by a charming, sweet lad.
This young gentleman gives the flower,
to a pretty, young lady, who smiles.
The young lady places it in a vase.
She puts the vase on a shelf.
A shelf out the way of a child.
A curious child, who stares at the vase,
before going out with friends to play.
They all go out to play football.
The football lands in patch of flowers.
One flower is trodden into the ground.
A flower that was visited earlier on,
by a different busy, buzzing bee.
A buzzing bee that once flew,
under the bright, hot, sun.

Details | Lyric | |

to live is to die, to die is to live: Opening

When she opened,
her pollen seeped out and dripped down her stem.
Her petals were stained and warped,
her color uneven
and even her thorns were turned inwards.
But she was dying,
from the moment she opened she was dying.
She died as flowers do –
If you have ever watched a flower die,
you would know this.
Their petals droop, turn dry and curl up towards themselves,
their heads sag,
their leaves fall off
and their stalks shrink in the direction of the earth.
She was no different.
But as this process occurred in her fragile body,
there was,
at the point where this particular flower met the rest of the plant,
something brewing.
Just the spark of an idea,
of a beginning,
a new beginning,
was starting to form.
This spark was sent up to where this flower
was slowly but steadily disintegrating.
When the deformed petals had all fallen off,
one by one,
when even the strings that had held the pollen
for the bees
had crumbled to dust,
when nothing was left but the head,
the furry base,
the core,
only then did the spark turn into something more concrete.
This something had drawn a new stalk up the inside of the old one,
and it was beginning to be more than a thought now.
It bulged out,
crowding a multitude of petals under tough green skin,
laying the foundation for more, new, beautiful leaves.
When finally the core of the old, failing flower
fell to the ground,
this bud burst forth,
springing out,
ready to show the world the colors and design
it had worked so hard on all those months, years,
it had waited in the seed to be born.
It grew slowly,
just as the previous flower had died slowly,
but it grew thorns the right way out,
forming its natural protective barrier,
and its leaves were bright green and faced up, towards the sun,
to catch its rays and give nourishment to itself.
Best of all, though,
was this new, young, slowly but steadily growing flower’s petals.
The design was intricate,
and the colors were brilliant and spellbinding.
And this flower swayed in the soft breeze that had sprung up,
knowing that one day she would die too…
and that was alright.

Details | Ballad | |

Life Of A Flower

A flower needs sunlight
and water to grow
How much of each is
your job to know

If you drown it with water
or burn in with sunlight
Your flower will never
reach its full height

If you choose to ignore it
it'll wilt before your eyes
If you leave it alone too long
silently your flower dies

Details | Free verse | |


Imagine, for a moment, that you have 3 roses. All the same color, all the same size and shape. All of them clones of each other. You bought these flowers as seeds, and are growing them on your windowsill. Now imagine, that each of these flowers were people. One of your flowers is first world people, another is second world, and the last flower is third world people. You grow these flowers, giving them water and sunshine, soil and love. If we raise our flowers equally, than why do we not raise our people equally? Why do we put our first flower in a big pot, while putting the third flower in a cup? Why do we put the first flower in the sun with excessive water, when the third is in the shadows getting no water? Why do we do this when we could simply put all the flowers in pots, out in the sun with equal water? Why do we treat the flowers differently when they are all the same? Why give some less love than others? Why be so mean? Why so cruel to these people? We are all alike. All needing the same amount of love. So why give some less? Now imagine. Imagine we treat our flowers the same. Give them equal love. Imagine all the starving and dieing, gone. Imagine we were to all treat our flowers the same. Does that sound so hard? Imagine fixing your drooping flower. Turning its brown leaves green. Making a difference. Imagine if everyone took a step in the right direction, if we combine the steps, imagine all the flowers that would be healed. Imagine.

Details | I do not know? | |


I awoke this morning and was granted the glorious 
opportunity to watch a flower come into bloom.
I witnessed nature in all it's glory
every morning that that flower bloomed 
I was seeing Mother Nature at her best.
As I watched this miricale of life take place
I wondered how many other people had 
enjoyed this unique and empowering embrace.
As time went on, day after day watching and admiring 
I came to realize that the flower I had been watching
and admiring was truly a reflection on myself.
Just as the flower had bloomed every morning 
I too was blossoming and coming to life 
Each day a reflection on the next.

Details | I do not know? | |

Not here.

When you're not here
my own life doesn't welcome me
If My heart tells me I'm ok,
It's just a lie.
The stars seem a little less bright, the sky is dull and full of sorrow.
Whatever there was for me, suddenly isn't there.
When you're not here
my life dries out and fades like a flower in fall.
you don't know how much I miss you.
when you're not here
people seem to stare,
and in a language of silence, condemn me.
"with a world of memories
how could you go crazy and let him go?"
When you're not here
my life dries out and fades like a flower in fall.
you don't know how much I miss you.
when you're not here all my doors seem to close
The silence in the house is unbearable,
days are weeks for me, weeks are months for me,
my breaths turn to sighs one by one.
When you're not here
my life dries out and fades like a flower in fall.
you don't know how much I miss you.
"with a world of memories...

Details | Free verse | |

The Flower and The Storm

What is this upon the rosy vine?
As evening sunlight’s sloth entwines
Shadows thickening against a sky
Of approaching stormy jagged clouds 
Lit inside with flash and sound
Thunder’s rumble shook the ground
And on the vine when all were closed
One flower stood in blank repose
As if to mock the storms advance
And bear witness to the carnal dance
Of elemental beauty, so it seemed
Or perhaps it was just stupidity
But there stubbornly the flower sat
As softly rose the pitter-pat 
Of the first of many drops
To fall steaming on the lava rocks
But soon the rocks were quenched
The flower too completely drenched
Thunder’s grinding crack then wrenched
The modest quiet 
And its basso rumbling 
Set the very pebbles trembling
Thus it went; the storm did pass
But the flower’s soft pink petals fast
Were beaten off and hammered down
Upon the wet and windswept ground
As ash from some dark tragedy
Yet as beautiful as all can be

Details | Personification | |

Life Surrounded by Death

The black sand,
On the land of death
Is the only thing
That made the flower stand,

This flower is living while dying
it's smiling while crying
it's living surrounded by death
it's feeling happy while feeling depressed
it's seeing darkness while seeing light
it's living day while living night
it's living everyday waiting for tomorrow
it's praying for God to feel no more sorrow
looking up and never looking down
listening to its soul and no other sound
flying in the sky while standing on the ground
watering itself by tears of angels
that fall all around...

Details | Light Poetry | |


I watched the bees today
So busy  in their hunt  for food
From flower to flower they go
Looking for pollen so good

The workers never stop
Continually on the go
Cos a hive depends on them
For the young to thrive and grow.

Its like that in the human race
Some busy no time to sit and play
Whilst others sit and do nothing at all
Thats how they spend  their day.

Life is not always fair
A balance isnt made
Of thse that do, those that  do not
Only pride is their reward.
Plus Knowledge that they do their share
They earn their place in life
The money they spend is earned
Though sometimes it causes strife.

Living is such a complex thing
So many rights  and wrongs
So smile and watch the bees at work
Relax and hum a song

Soon asleep you'll be
Gently snoring as u dream
Of things on  your todo  list
What a pleasure that will  seem

Just like the busy bee
With responsibility on his mind
Knowing others depend on you
Cos your the thoughtful kind.


Details | Bio | |

The love she shares.

I see the tired look in her eyes the way her shoulders hang and the little grin on 
her face my baby is tired some one once said a good deed don`t go unnoticed, it 
should of said a good deed doesn`t come without burden,
  she opened her heart opened her home opened arms only to find more hurt 
more pain more sorrow, she has a heart as big as any and loves better then any 
one but she`s weary disappointed and uncertain,
  Is she doing enough, is she doing the right thing, is she taking on more then 
she can handle  a flower can only take so much rain before it surrenders and 
falls ,
  I was raised by a strong woman who took every burden and turned it into a 
positive, I didn`t think in my life time I would find another who had as much 
gumption tenacity, or love as her,
  No one ever said life would be easy I for one know, but she is so forgiving 
understanding, and so reluctant to take from her self and give to others for the 
sake of there happiness and the sacrifice of hers, 
  On my knees and hands together I pray give my baby strength to make through 
the day , adversity, triumph, and victory is not on her mind seeing to it that all is 
well with others every time,
  The flower I fell in love with has a steam as strong as a tree, the girl I call my 
wife gives more then any including me, my baby will always be there for any one 
even to the negative her hand she will extend, 
  To her I have the utmost respect for  after the tears, after sorrow, after it all she 
smiles picks her self up and starts again, the woman who looks for nothing in 
return opens her heart as a friend.

Details | I do not know? | |

Avi Macyn: Flower Girl

Avi Macyn: Flower Girl
Rosy cheeks and flaxen hair
Her mother’s skin, her father’s eyes
And like a doll, she never cries
She’s perfectly complacent

Avi Macyn: Flower Girl
Her biggest and brightest smile
Her mother’s will, her father’s heart
And like a dream, there from the start
She’s perfectly complacent

Avi Macyn: Flower Girl
Little hands and little feet
Her mother’s here, her father too
And like a baby, still brand new
She’s perfectly complacent

Details | Free verse | |

May Flower of Dreams

Twilight sparkled defying its usual gravity,
Sun followed in full riot,
Blue yonder oozed ozone,
making for full soulful breaths,
The slumbering baby in cradle,
forgot about the feed,
as he enjoyed the cool breeze,
flowing everywhere and all along,
it was so good that he wanted to sleep on,
all those walking were on trot,
energy flowed and gushed,
spreading like an infectious dream,
the green and lush carpet,
and verdant forest  were turing greener,
with every passing moment,
the flowers were in more than bloom,
not just smiling but laughing all along,
a riot of colors specked the green,
it looked as if all was silk and stin,
starred like those that hung above far beyond,
the sleeping baby was in deep dreams,
incomprehensible and distorted dreams,
which had no meaning that could be understood at all,
somewhere some how a may flower branch,
swayed in spring ego and ,
casted an unwanted shadow on cradle,
branch was not meaning bad,
it had the baby in sight,
and to render its fragrance it was fighting bad,
it was doing its job quite allright,
suddenly a wind shower turned tight,
and shook may flower branch to bitter plight,
branch lost its flowering to ground,
baby was covered in a flower shower abound,
it was then it woke up and cried,
looked around and saw spring,
afterall mayflower had been baby's flower for may,
it had brought the baby the spring,
who enjoying it stopped crying,
and began to sing.

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Nature's Comfort

I hear the wind whistling through the whipping willow.
I feel the softness of a flower petal caressing between my fingers as I walk down 
the path.
I see the sun with its shining rays falling down on my skin.
I stop and I see a figure in a distance.
So tall, so still, staring back at me.
I begin to run as it stands still.
No longer feeling the flowers No longer hearing the wind, or feeling the sun on 
my skin.
And I realize that whatever was there is there no more.
And I begin to weep under the willow tree.
I hold a flower so close to my heart feeling the soft petals soothe me.
And I no longer feel the sun but the darkness that has come over me.

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Part Three
Shadow of The Hummingbird In Flight 
The wings of this tiny thing beat impossibly 
way too quickly moving in incredible formation 
of an impossibility a motion like nothing ever seen by man 
and eye have seen a lot of television way back when 
and eye can not compare the thing to anything any thing 
eye saw GOD again TODAY in the shadow land 
between the living and the dead between my reality 
and the way home in the landscaping 
where the gardeners have imprisoned all the real flowers 
this tiny part of GOD caught my attention 
and then the game began 
HE seemed to want me to follow him 
he led me from flower to flower 
and when eye paused as old men sometimes do 
he came back again as if to say 
hi its me this is just a test hi hi its me 
the voice of all my love the Spirit of my GOD 
seems sometime just to me to be in everyone 
and every little thing at least in THIS hummingbird it was. 

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There are storms even on the sunniest days

It was like a love affair, brief and lonely.
Out of the garden grew a flower
Pretty and fragile, one tug and the flower is gone.
The wind blew too fiercely that day, like petals off a delicate flower,
the petals went to the wind swirling and off into the sky.What is a flower anyway? There
are storms even on the sunniest days,just not seen.
 Like a flower,starting as a seed then blooming 
in scent and sight. If we could only be like flowers,but we are.
Sometimes weeds grow.Loving so much and finding a weed, where did it come 
from?Had it been growing all along?What do I do?
The smell and touch of a flower, soft and smooth.Is it a weed or a
flower? Whos to say.
Who can tell the difference between a flowering weed and a flower from a 
distance?Tell me what's in your garden.
A flower on a windy day.
The petals floating on the breeze, the weeds sturdy in place.

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discoveries made too late

upon seeing the potted flowers in the store
so beautiful, so seemingly original in all their
majestic aura, flirting with all the senses,
taken in by the smell & aroused by the touch of the
the onlooker wants nothing more than to take the
flowers home & make them their own,
so that they can place them on the windowsill
in order to catch the rays of light &
stir up the apartment, if possible,
with a new way of looking at the world---
in the same way we see beauty in other attractive human beings &
we want to smell, taste, touch them & then, unfortunately,
the need to possess them infects so many,
where taking them home &
placing them on the shelf so that no one else can get a good look at them
except through a thick pane of glass
still seems to be proper etiquette in the 
21st century---
this invades what might of once been something of a pure
when already the ball has begun rolling,
the person stashed on the sill 
finds themselves wondering what exactly is going to become of this
new relationship,
as the newness starts to wither
much like the flower on the sill whose watering gets neglected
as the days pass,
the new flower has made plans to leave
the next time it gets a chance &
that lone stroller who initially found such beauty
will never get to delve deeper into the complexities
which come with fostering discovery
instead of placing on the shelf someone 
whose aesthetic beauty only captivated the onlooker for just so long &
when they are gone,
the lone stroller finds themselves knocking up side their own head
because the discoveries that could have been had,
the overwhelming interesting things that comprised the flower so quickly shelved,
now can never be known.

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........POTTED SOIL.......  

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                    To me you are special one of a kind
And there’s not a second that go by that you are not on my mind
              I’m giving this some thought hoping u will find
                Time and acceptance to make me your man
                In my eyes I see you as a very special friend
     A special friend that I can love and cherish until the end
               But some times I wonder if you will be mines
            If there’s anything you need and want I’ll provide 
                Life is kinda short so i'm hoping you’ll decide
          To let me inside your heart and show you how I feel 
     And prove to you you’re special and my love for you is real
 And if I had to compare my love I would compare it to a flower 
    Because i'm opening my heart like a flower when it blossoms
         And your job as the queen bee is to fill it up with pollen
               So my life and flower can be eternally complete
                And without your love i’m struggling and weak
                     To me you are special Jazmin Unique

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Broken heart

I’ve always been alone in my life and always sad
Only thing for the last two years to be happy about for me was in front of me you I 
I swear dear ill never love anyone like I’ve loved you all my life
No one I really mean it not even my wife 

I still remember the first day I saw you
Those small eyes and the way you smile
The way you walked into the room
It was like one scene to see

Its was like one of the god’s angle in front of me 
That day my whole life stopped
I used think what am I living for me to be
Nothing for me to be but just you for me to see 

Those days it felt like I couldn’t breathe a sec without you in front of me
It felt like I was incomplete without you for me to see 
Now it’s been like 5 months I haven’t seen you
Guess how I have lived my life now without you

It’s like living in the dark as I’ve lost my light
If you have a heart just think how I have lived my life without you in my sight 
You may have already forgotten me already this day
But ill never forget even the first day you passed through my way

How many times I have to tell you that I LOVE YOU
Everything I said to you was true 
I wasted my two years to show you what I feel for you
I tried a lot
Pain sorrow hate and a bag full of tears that’s all I got

If that’s what make you happy you can even hurt me more than as bad as I’m hurt 
know they feel so few
I may seem like I’m living but I’m already dead as I’ve wasted my life on you 
You are my life and everything I been send to live for

I’ve lived for you and I’m living for you and ill die for you
I’ve cried because of you I’m crying because of you and always be crying all 
because of you 
I don’t know why you took me the wrong way
Even without a single word to say 

Even now 

I miss you like a flower misses the sun at night
Like the flies miss the moon in sun’s bright
I wish I was with you there, this beautiful night
To be in front of you to hold you tight 

I must be like this all for your sake
Although you were wrong, it was my mistake
To fall in love with a flower so good
I never know you had lots of bees on your top hood 

I’m feeling sad and so low that I can die
You must be happy and feeling so high
I was the one who made you laugh and made you feel high
But now you’re laughing at me after you made me cry 

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Flowered Forestry

And so they go zap zooming
Through the Summer rain drops
Pausing under wider sun flower leaves
to flicker off the heavier of water
glistening emerald ruby glints of light
That fill a nearby watcher with delight

Flickering like faerie through the stems and stalks
With all the yellow finches hanging upside down
On flower heads they planted here last season
Simply pecking in to let the seeds fall down
In a sky high forest fed by koi beside their pond
That rooted where she cleaned and dumped the filter
To burst in blooming clumps on trunks instead of stalks

It's not hard to love this witch without a wand

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A Flower

A beautiful Flower is growing here
In the sunny, and neat, and tidy place.
Its leaves and petals seem fine and clear.
I dream to pick it gently and embrace.

But the Flower doesn’t belong to me,
And someone else will enjoy its odor.
Someone’s hands planted it under the tree
In the fresh, crystal clear air.

I can’t resist its exceptionality,
And leave it indifferently, and go on.
I look at it with curiosity
While it seduces me in the sun…

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What's Within A Flower?

Here in the midst of this feild, surrounded
by many a flower underneath the sky. Where
they grow it seems they have no shelter with 
which to hide? For storms do come and go and 
the wind seems to never cease.
And I ask myself " How is it they survive the
fiercest wind or such a terrible storm? They lose
not thier ground nor doth a pedal fall away.
Within each flower lies a trust of security 
and of hope, of calm moments and of being renewed.
This being revealed to me, I see the truth they do show. 
Come what may but Christ has prevailed. 
He is thier foundation they stand upon, His security 
and hope is all the shelter they need! 

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Poetry is Words

 Poetry is Words 
Eye loveth ewe from this far star, 
I wanted to show ewe these flower petals 
L()()k Parme lambe~my purple flower ewe 
the stem is dark and pretty 
eye am the stem and ewe are the petals 
eye see the beauty everywhere in all my things 
because of ewe the earth has wings 
also a mermaid is swimming deep inside of me 
in the place where i go to be ewe 
and gragon  is dancing his dragon fly dance 
as i prance as a man I am standing so true. 
AS a man eye am standing for ewe. 
Have ewe ever heard a song ewe wish ewe had written. 
Or read a good book ewe knoe ewe could have written. 
Poetry is just words that were meant to be written. 
They come out from the the place of our love.