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Haiku Collection-Flowers For Friends


Summers sensations
Promising pastel colors
Cozy carnations



Drinking every drop
Where the love goes it follows
Rain bows to roses



Spring has treasures told
Gently birthed from the first rain
Dandelion gold.


When summer sun seeps
Lily of the valley sleeps
Rise in the midnight


The talk of the town
Whispers of wild affairs
Tulips are silenced


Eye popping pansies
Extravagant explosions
Playfully perfect

For all the flowers of the world, beauty
takes many shapes and colors, open
your petals, embrace the sun, and thrive!

For JAN~~

Where are the Orchids?
I have never seen one bloom.
They're all in Jan's room!!


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TO THE FLOWER Your scent beckoned my weeping heart to painless flight; amidst a garden where God dusts His pretty love. Spring tints are pure and fragrant, free of guise. Your hues painted another sunrise for my eyes; when once I failed to catch the pledge of morn. A seed of hope was born to white petals blush. Though there are silhouettes of bitter yesterdays must all the phantoms of illusions fade and leave...? Your floating aroma stirred and shot my nerves; inspiring a nightingale to sing some joyous laments; It swayed with grace to dance on wind's despotic beat. among the rustling leaves which hug the earth below; So like the sun, which from distant horizon smiles; it roused the sleepy world to begin the pen of baby prose. The unfolding mystery of your petals brought my bewildered mind to peacock's reflection. Alas! All was transient. These eyes probe beneath but were blinded by the intrusion of some stray shine; Ambitions which from afar are building sprout; t'is that which let this self to irksome doubt. Lovely blossom of the wild, this sojourner nigh to tame your perfume's sweet stinging scent. A restless soul by some wicked, destiny pokes; someone called--- but pity, I couldn't tell a note. If by magic, a butterfly I could become; Let it be over my being slowly span. Then with you (though the specters in our midst are fierce), I could jet fly though miseries without fear. But am just a mortal of faith that blows this wish for only covenants call for my journey still? I cannot be forever the one who would share your sweetness; (Harken, fairies of blooms, this wilderness is not my lair.) I shall not want to witness you wilt as no time left to stay. Never again will you see me at day-break's bloom, save something special for others to experience you. This fleeting apparition I so adored; promised me burgeoning petals. "Be not afraid as seasons change, beyond today, I won't be here to see that no harm be done with all intentions to your sacred charm. As today, I leave you to Mother's Nature tender care, for I must go to some greater musing-- heaven's ground. Wilt not, as soon the rain will dash, refreshing you my dear. If I return someday-- will your sublime scent still be here?" Inspired by Susan Seddon Boulet's painting: ----- © Olive Eloisa Guillermo October 20, 2014 10:19 pm Contest Name Free Verse, Prose Poetry, haibun Sponsor Debbie Guzzi 2nd place

Details | Sijo | |

Night-Blooming Jasmine

Night-Blooming Jasmine
expert seducer with soft silky lips, silver blue moon sweetly kisses a slumbering beauty awakening desire; greeting her lover, Night-Blooming Jasmine unfolds perfumed petals

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The Flower -part one-

“A Flowers Wilt”	

Witness the small existence 
that abides the beauty of-----------
Freelancers all around,
Just to get a good look.

A baneful abrasion, the flower took
It captivates you -------------
Reels you, steals from you, 
Until you pick the right flawless touch.

Dandelions swaying thin,
Here we fall like petals.
Ready to exploit, the beauty of-------
Inhale the fragrance,

Courtyard azure eyes, 
Embarking in a wishful eternity,
A crush they become, when loveliness up and left. 
A bully against arrogant, threw feminine perfumed veils
Tulips waiting for the better auspicious’ sky
Asters claims the eclipse's,
-dinginess censors it from the brilliance of the sun.
A lonely rose
In My Helix World-
The out-and-out are born.
Cries in the dimness, 
A sweet Lotus echo’ 
Slight yelps of agony, carried off by pollen breeze.
The earth revolves to fast,
Injections of herbal essence in the wind
For a split second, we feel pixie dust
Channel the essential, it fades
Earlier beauty, calmness-
A flourish smile,
Rusk of flower, a bluebird’s bread.

Like candles and dew, they stream and limber energy
Opposing others of its humanity, 
Against the command of its importance,
Pierced by its own elegance,
Thriving slowly of its own will, 
A short story, gone stray!
Tonight, we plant a tree, 

The Flower wilts
The gardener cries


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Flowers Emerge

            Flowers Emerge

Impose your will on the pretty flowers as you may
Trans-formative wonderment of nature 
Entrenched, defiled, they pop up any way in clusters
Vivacious are the colors above the solid stem
Cut cold to death, decay and pain, to follow winters grip    
Excellence defined in the ability to survive
Dangerous are the forces that persist to derogate them    
Yet they prevail against all odds
Death comes but they regenerate
Grass is their shield.  Dirt is their pillow there
Negative winds carry with them ice
Reds and yellows grow on below the sun
Visceral, strangled roots, fragile faces, petal soft, grow cold
Ingenious species, green with envy on the leaf, rise again
A Cacophony of nature’s birds and bees disturbs the peace  
Flowers come in abundance, remain, friendly on the green
Distinguished in divine fashion, exquisite, generous to the last 
Elevated smiles on pollen grains contain the seed of life
Flowers emerge, aware of life

11/22/14 Poetry Contest - "Encounters With Flowers"

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In praise of God

In praise of God

God, I’ve read about you
In all the holy books
I have read the Bible
In the Gita I have looked
I’ve perused through the Ti te ching
In all, I see what’s true
So here I am with many praises
All written just for you.

I write with sweet sincerity
When I praise you for these words
I praise you for the flowers
I praise you for the birds
I praise you for the lakes, and rivers
And the oceans too
I praise you, praise you, praise you!!!
For everything you do.

I cannot follow words, just words
But I can look at life
And see all that is beautiful
And when my time is rife
I know I will be with you
Just like I am today
Oh God, with sweet sincerity
These words of praise I say

4 October 2014

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In the Harem of the Flower Kisser

at the break of dawn a Hummingbird starts his rounds Morning Glory sought flaunting a red hue - Mexican Sunflower tempts looking hot, hot, hot the Don Juan of birds sucking nectar from Beardtongue. . . drunk on French kisses Goldenrod at noon. . . Zephyr carries a sweet scent beneath a gold sun between Rose bushes the Flower Kisser gets lost in Blue Infinity Sweet Pea and Bee Balm entice with purple petals. . . Bees join the orgy Monarchs swarm in droves when blue Hummingbird alights on Butterfly Bush Evening Primrose waving in the dusk’s last breeze. . . the proper lover the Flower Kisser leaves his harem sated as white Moonflower glows By Andrea Dietrich *The capitalized names for flowers represent some of the most popular flowers visited by hummingbirds.

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Colored wildflowers form In fields of grassy green They don’t recall, the day they were born They only love to be seen. In fields of grassy green They claim their place in life They only love to be seen Though they are, scarred by strife. They claim their place in life They beautify the land Though they are, scarred by strife They’re placed by Gods’ own hand. They beautify the land Like colors on a palette They’re placed by Gods’ own hand They couldn’t grow without it. Like colors on a palette They blend well in a field They couldn’t grow without it At home there, they can feel. They blend well in a field Wildflowers that are born At home there, they can feel Colored wildflowers form.

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Amidst greenery Such beauty abounds in bloom Reaching to the sky This Oriental Lily Shows gorgeous colouration . The Stargazer lily was created in 1974 by Leslie Woodriff, a lily breeder in California. Woodriff called the new cross 'Stargazer', because the blooms faced towards the sky.

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Mother's Garden

Mother's Garden ~~ I grew up amongst every kind of plant and flower, Beyond our gate was the garden of dear mother; This Eden was colourful, tangled and so sensational, So erratic, untamed and just totally unmanageable. Mother knew the Latin names of each blooming posy, The iris, lily, rose, aster, dahlia, marigold and peony; I really loved the purple larkspur and pink gardenia, Mother said she loved them all but adored camellia. Brightly painted butterflies danced and glided happily, And the nesting birds all sang their songs so loudly; We had an old swing and we would sit and sip tea, In the shade of the trees, just my mother and me. O to turn back the clock of time, moving and clicking, To be in my mother's garden again, a child dreaming. _________________________________________ July 2, 2014 Sonnet Entered in the contest, Any poem under 15 lines, Poet Destroyer First Place

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The Fall of The Winter King

The Fall of The Winter King    

He had risen to power
fueled by a vicious and ruthless determination
to reclaim a lost throne.

His tactics had stunned the unsuspecting,
laid barren the fields,
blanketed the forest,
silenced the sounds of life itself.

A dictator, seeking no counsel,
accepting no offers of surrender,
driven by the desire to destroy
the kingdom that had usurped his throne.

Rumors spread of a daring bud – sprouting -
a tune hummed by the imprisoned trees
adrift on the whipping winds of war
in defiance of the heartless king.
A call to arms sounded
by the most gentle, the most delicate.

The first acts of open rebellion,
The resounding crack of the ice jamb
the aching roar of the river’s rage
surging over its banks
awakening those still held captive.

Slowly the insurrection took root
buds gathered in hidden clusters,
trees quietly bloomed
muffling the screeching gales,
offering safety to bands of rebels.
Flocks of warblers met -
feathered archers - hurling their
darting arrows against the glare
of a cold king’s horror.

Sweet grasses spread across
the brown, despoiled fields -
a verdant gauntlet tossed in the face of dread.
Flowers crept from thawing dungeons
waving their colors,
swarms of banished pollinators
followed the call to duty.

The ebb and flow of battle -
frosted retreats,
clandestine sunrise maneuvers.
The resurgence of heart,
the growing hope of warmth.

As memory of the chilled repression
faded preparation was made
to receive the beauty and bounty
of a new and peaceful King. 

John G. Lawless

For SKAT’s Winter’s End – Poetry Contest

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One Broken Monoku

tarnished skies tarry 'round windmill - 
                                   streams of tulips ripple 

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Seasons of Life and Death

Under the care of sun and rain
My leaves have unfurled
My buds have burst forth
My own will has been done
This was my beginning
Through the seasons
Spring brought me to life
Summer grew me to new heights
The fall must come sometime
The frost will encase my barbs
And I will return to meditation
Waiting patiently for my rebirth
For your light to peek through clouds
Your moon to hold me within night
When spring returns...
I will dance in the wind
A never ending flower

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Elaelana- A Nymph In the Forest
Inspired by Charles Amable Lenoir's painting, "A Nymph In the Forest"

Elaelana; Eh-lee-LAY-nuh, 
Naphesai; Nah-feh-SIGH, 
Mylesia; My-lee-SEE-uh

Elaelana, forest goddess, kneels beside the water lilies
Picking dainty, gem-like flowers to adorn her crown of hair;
Borrowed gems from Naphesai, her lovely sister of the daisies,
Flow'rs that thrive in shady woodlands, by the streamlet floating there.
Dressed for nymphean starlit dances in a dress of flowing creamrose;
Flawless slender arms upraised to rearrange the sable strands
Trailing from her Grecian features, pearly white against the gleamrose
Of silent lips, a little pressed, like rosebuds' tightknit ruby bands.

Ready now, so tall and stately, shadowlike drifts thro' the forest,
Joined at length by Mylesia, and her sister, Naphesai:
Elaelana, Mylesia, Naphesai, the sweetest, fairest
Threesome ever seen or heard that sang the nymphish lullabies. 

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The roses,the daisies,the sunflowers,the irises, So many wonderful and lovely flowers He has made, The sun, the soil, the rain, they all come to their aid, Sometimes, in my garden some lay under a nice shade The yellows,the purples,the pinks,the reds and the blues, In so many colors and shades for our pleasure He has made, And He's created them all with you and me really in mind, They're all here and there from Him all for us ready-made Some are so strikingly beautiful and some are just plain-looking, Some flowers have a wonderful perfume and intoxicating smell, Some of them have no fragrance or any sweet scent to gift at all, Some flowers like the rose, richly cast us under their lovely spell To me flowers are like these magical and magnificent creatures, And I can't never get enough of them and their beauty night or day. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2005 November,05,2014

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Floral expanse

Floral expanse

Roses in vivid colours that smiled in glamour,
Red blood to be garlanded at valour,

White lilies bunching hearty and serene,
Catching lovers' fancy to the extreme,

Lavenders at the crest of mountains,
Challenging beauties of the terrains,

Merrigolds shining bright with sunrise,
Worshipping aroma to no surprise,

Dahlia, orange and yellow poppies dance,
Oleander with their pink flowers put us in stance,

Irises swayed taller on their stalks,
Bougainville like trumpets' melody outlast,

Bluebells borrowed colour from the sky,
Yellow dandelions woke up in golden bright light,

Tulips were as bright as showers,
Their beds flamed like throbbing rings of fire,

Forming shadows were rows of white flowers,
On azure coloured ground like trails of shooting stars,

Tiny wildflowers illuminated the grass,
Like jewels in the dust to nature's sarcast !

Written November 27th, 2014
For contest 'Encounter with flowers' by Anthony Slausen

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Flower love

How the flower
Bobs and weaves
Sharing tea
With some bees

How the colour
Nods and sways
Breezy coolness
Sunlight rays

How the scent
Softly dances
Perfumed nose
Loving glances

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More Than a Flower

'Tis only a flower
Soft Petals of Gold
There's no special power
In this flower I hold 
It came from the ground
There was no special seed
On this flower I found
That grew up from a weed
There are ivy green leaves
On it's long narrow stem
The pointy thorns weave
Round it like mountains
A family of ants
Made their home in the ground
Where the rain comes to dance
Round the flower I found
To you it's a flower
And nothing much else
To the ants it's a tower 
Of beauty and wealth
So 'tis may be a seed
Which grew a long stem
Where the most beautiful weed
A flower, has hemmed

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Tranquil Smells Of Nature

                                        Tranquil Smells Of Nature

                                              The smell of nature,
                                                velvet feel roses,
                                                 yellow daffodils,
                                               dazzling pink lilies,
                                               nectarous jasmine,
                                                  highly alluring,
                                                ambrosial scented,
                                               flowering fruit trees,
                                                tranquil the senses.
                                               Blossoms with lots of
                                               sweet, concentrated
                                                  natural nectar  
                                            for bees, hummingbirds
                                                favorite weakness.

                                           Sweet smells of nature’s
                                                tranquil the senses.
By: Eve Roper 2/22/2015


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Natures Forest

Around the base of the tree the banks of bluebells flower
Tall and straight but weak of stem, beautifying the forest
Cultivated by nature, leaves for compost, untouched by hand

The flowers are admired by all, gathered by children’s hand
To crush out the perfume from within the flower
Pressed into a book a reminder of the fairy tale forest

Forever in your memory the waving ocean of blue forest
A canvas brought to life by James D Preston hand*
Though missing the perfume of this beautiful small blue flower

Flowers of the Forest natures canvas in your Hand

                                                                                            a link to the painting.

Form Tritinia

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Beyond The Garden Gate

Ornate is the ironwork that I peer through
as my fingers grasp the garden gate,
and I open my eyes to my Wonderland.

My bare feet step down the moonlit path,
where fireflies twinkle amongst the stars
that reflect upon the flowing crystal brook.
I capture them in a lantern, then set them free.
My lavender dress twirls weightlessly as I dance,
here I am free to feel joy and to dream.

Here beyond the gate of my enchanted garden,
when the golden sun sets low in the evening sky,
the daisies, gladiolas, and pansies never close their petals
and the sunflowers shine in the moonbeams.

While butterflies stay to perch on the blooming trellis,
the song of the hummingbird fills the warm night air
and I fall asleep in my flower bed of thorn-less roses.

Written by: Kelly Deschler
February 17th, 2014
For Nette Onclaud's contest - "My Secret Garden"

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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.

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Z is for Zaria

A-Z Latin and Common names of plants.

A is for Acanthus Mollis the Latin name but this does teach us
B is for the common name we know it as bears Breaches.

C is for Campanula some are short and some of them tower
D is for the common name the pretty blue Dalmatian Bellflower

E is for Erigeron a daisy like flower not keen on the rain
F is for its common name, a strange sounding Fleabane.

G is for Galtonia its nodding head like a bowing nymph
H is for the common name the snowdrop or summer Hyacinth.

I is for Imperata Ruba not so hardy let me tell you alas
J is for the common name It’s known as Japanese Blood Grass.

K is for Kniphoria Triangularis a tall flower when unfurled
L is for the common name the pretty Light of the World.

M is for Morus nigia a stately tree with hearts shaped leaves 
N is not for the common name but NEEDS care when pruning as it bleeds 

Oenothera biennis is for an ephemeral beauty a perfume delicate on the nose 
P is for the common name, and we know it as the Evening Primrose.

Q is for Quercus Ruba a fast growing plant that looks tremendous against a wall
R is for the red leaves that this plant displays when in the fall

S is for Salvia greggii you will of heard of this I’ll will wage
T is for its common name we know it as a Texas Sage.

U is for Ugni a fruiting tree with leathery leaves that is second to none
V is for variety in fact in this tree there is only one.

W is for Wisteria that loves to ramble up wires and twist
X is for Xeranthemum the flowers are straw like and crisp

Y is for the Yucca plant a flowering beauty that last for weeks
Z is for Zantedeschia a lily, a variety of colours for you to seek.

© 27/03/2013 

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Lotus Charm

soft petals awake; sacred gem of compassion blossom into life

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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

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       march winds gust -

       gorse clings on tightly
       whilst daffodils sway

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''A flower breaks out afresh--''

A flower breaks out afresh from its swollen, 
green bud and then stretches outward into 
the sun-drenched sky.

A thing of nature that's timeless
and perennial, it faithfully blooms and
adorns its surroundings like its predecessors.

Never alone, it is joined by its floral neighbors
of its own kind in fragrant numbers, suffusing 
the atmosphere all around with a heavy, yet 
sweet stench of lavender and honeysuckle.

The thick odor seduces and encourages the
flower-borne bees, hornets, and yellow-
jackets nearby into a steady rhythm and pulse 
of continuous labor over the pollen-rich 
blossoms and perfumed, colorfully-tinted 
petals. From an adjacent pond the over-
abundant and unsubtle beauty of the 
lily-of-the-valleys add their distinctiveness 
to the already rich and lush floral landscape, 
now teeming with the life and vigor of 
spring in full bloom.


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Smiling faces with bright graces
Towards the sun always their faces
Sunflowers like army soldiers
Turn respectfully when sun shines
Like thousand kids of sun on earth
Looking at the sun from the crowd
Greenish-brown like mud in centre
Surrounded by yellow petals
Like fire flame when burning bright
Like rays of sun their petals are
Their centre ground like fungi rocks
As fertile soil for plantation
Their combination bright and light
Like reflection of day and night.

Poetess S. Nadia Azam Shah Bukhari
All Rights Reserved

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An innocent love triangle

me and you love plant                                                                                                 three rising ambient light                                                                                               one parasol folds                     *                         *                                                                 Oxalis triangularis -the love plant

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Spring Hope

A flower so blooms through the new fallen snow
While wicked old winter’s wind wistfully blows
Allowing a glimpse, of spring through the white
Though old mister winter kisses green grass goodnight
A sign of the future, a welcoming spring
The flower gave hope, despite white suffering
It told of its virtue, its strength and its pride
And said, though it’s winter, it shan’t ever hide
For there in the distance you can see spring draw near
Winter will end soon, just like year after year

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A Bloom of a Different Color

I am a bloom of a different color
blowing in the wind trying to mend,
a broken stem, that sent me twirling
through the wind.

I am a bright red flower that showers
my love within.

I live on a stem of a different color
that makes me stand out from others.

I am a bright red flower that bleeds
for someone to admire me and want my
beauty within.

I am a bloom of a different color and
there is no other like me.

I stand alone on a broken stem with a
color that stands with no other with
my defects and special beauty within.

So please admire me for being different
and there is no other like me!

I will soon fall off and die so please
admire me before the end!

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The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’

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Peace of Nature

Peace of nature shows
how relaxing life can be
and can show you truth 

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Beauty Pastoral - Picture Perfect

About a castle crowned with gleaming towers,
Young grass and budding trees announce the Maytime;
Above the mountain streams or blooming flowers,
The thrushes and the larks sing all the daytime.

There through the woods rove pairs of lad and maiden,
Each damsels' hair with flowers overladen:
One plays a harp beside a crystal grotto;
To live each day 'neath beauty's locks their motto.

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Yellow Black-seeded
Soaking Shimmering Sun
Serenity Showing Sturdy Sensitivity

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If I a placid pond sit
Still my shallow grounds
Engulfed within the woods
Submerged and bound

Arrayed with ruby rings
Robed in brunette pearls
What jewel would justly paint
With brush my clearest tint

Wouldst any drown the drink
The tongue calls a quench
Cool and clear as white
Atop the moonlit sky
Or wouldst the treasuries' trees
Reveal arising clips depicting
Darkened depths entrenched
In deep demise

Doth God's glory glide
The ornamented floor
Moving mortal millions
To probe, dip, and dive

Beneath the brittle creek
In buried ocean mines
To touch and taste, then tell
Of seas the sands confine

If raids of floral floods 
Could frame the fluid's face
As angels frame the figure
Of heaven's sovereign God

Then pluck the petaled stem
The prototyped rendition
Of red/darkened rose
Which colors my condition

~Poetra Jah~

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Farmer's Daughter

The Breezes flowed through bright verdant meadows
the sky alight in blazing glory of azure and violet
the farmer on his tractor ploughs the field in farrows
pauses to watch the pretty maiden dressed all in scarlet 

Golden ribbon in her hair, she brings him his lunch
they sit together in the sun chatting about this and that 
as she collects the basket her father points out bunches
of multi coloured flowers down by the river near the muskrat

Her father back at work, she wanders down to the waters edge
picking a lovely posy of the wild flowers to give to her mother
trailing her fingers in the cool waters she lifts her skirt in a wedge
paddles in to cool her feet as it deepens she holds her skirt higher 

What bliss to take some time to enjoy the scent of fresh turned earth
to drink in her surrounds and thinks how lucky she is living out here
keeping the age old traditions going, each season a time of rebirth
she heads off back to the farm liking that it is part of the final frontier

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Flowers! Lovely flowers Nature's gift to mankind Enchanting us with their beauty Flowers!

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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.

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Let us walk together

Let us walk together
to a garden of flowers
beneath a clear
blue sky of spring weather

we will when we get there my love
while away time
sitting under cool shades
of sinuously swaying trees
as we listen to the mellifluous
harm of nectar sucking bees

and the enchanting songs
of flower birds and watch
as butterflies of all glorious
colors grace the place

and when we are deeply satisfied	
I will pick for you the flower
most admired by bees,
flower birds and butterflies
and we shall walk back home 
dreaming of love 
which does not wither 
as time grows old
with a vivid picture
of a never aging flower garden 
painted on our minds  

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Flowers Fading Fast

A rose is a rose.
A lily is a lily.
Flowers fading fast
beneath the sweltering sun
on a blazing Summer day.

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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...

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the Rose

                 The Rose innocent white, soft pink, yellows 
                colors touch your soul vibrant red to amethyst

                enhances beauty yet a thorn awaits to break skin
                as life does piercing your heart with a thin pin.

                My life has shed drops of blood through each petal
                 as if in return for the love and beauty you feel

                hence pain underneath patiently waits the bloodletting ~

                The rose symbolizes love yet vulnerable to hold
                for when you open your heart it can be left bleeding

                The best of surgeons can not beat your heart
                It is the inner faith and God himself whom gives strength 

                whispers in your ear you shall live you will exist
                your life meaningful as the water and sun to the rose

                 For I am your God  your existence is not over yet .
                        You must Live ~You must Bloom 

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Flowers of Tuscany-Fiori della Toscana

Sunflowers turn slowly 
to follow the sun.
They bow their heavy heads 
when afternoon’s done.

What a golden vision 
they share row after row
With deep amber faces, 
their tiny seeds all aglow.

The summer breezes blowing 
o’er the fields with warm air
Shares pride in a country
with its beauty so fair.

I smile in contentment  
as I l leave old Italy
With a sea of them waving
good-bye to me.

Italian translation:

Fiori della Toscana

Solefiori ruotare lentamente
a seguire il sole.
Si inchinano le loro teste pesanti
Quando ha fatto pomeriggio.

Che una visione d'oro
essi condividono la riga dopo riga
Con facce profondo ambrati,
Loro piccoli semi tutto raggiante.

La brezza estiva che soffia
sopra i campi con aria calda
Orgoglio di azioni in un paese
con la sua bellezza così fiera.

Sorrido in contentezza
come ho l lasciare la vecchia Italia
Con un mare di loro sventolando 
good-bye a me.

Note: This translation is as close to my original poem as possible. 
Click on the link to see a picture of sunflowers:

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Poet's Daffodil

At the crystal lake where Narcissus once gazed at his reflection stands a handsome flower with a white silken face and golden eye. I can hear Echo’s voice on the wind which wails forlornly. *Poet's Daffodil’s bright yellow eye watches me intently. Pen in hand - pondering how vanity left beauty in its stead - I sit and now start writing as the flower nods approval. Written Feb. 28, 2012 for Francine Robert's *****willows or daffodils Poetry Contest *Poet's Daffodil is Narcissus poeticus, one of the first daffodils to be cultivated. It is associated with the Greek legend of Narcissus.

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

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

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

bathed in the sunshine
shimmering pools of water
pulsating with life

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Spring Crocus

Majestic flower
Pushing through snow
First sign of spring

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I Wander For You

Ensue the view of morning dew
In beauties beau that cries for you
The sprinkled sprew cries in two 
As the morning dew lies for you

Blossoms blow in nightly kiss, 
loving's glow when hearts we miss, 
For art thou love and art thou thine?
She is but love and therein mine

Caressing cue in sky-lit blue 
In eternal dreams I long for you 
Dancing dew's red poured petal
Glancing pew as pollens soared settle

We kiss and caress in a suffused glow 
Our love will fluoresce with the infused blow
Beauty weeps but it shall grow;
Ask the heart for thou shalt know

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The Homeless Flower

The pot is a homeless flower atop
the sill it's shanty town.

Without a place to put down roots
they weep without a sound.

Their tears of dew,
drip a strewn;
their cries of excess water.
The flower pot for all it's not
protests without a bother.

The pot is a homeless flower atop
the sill it's shanty town.

The dreams it's dreamt,
how trapped it's felt,
fore lack of solid ground.

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big two eyes
wing face
nice flower is watched 

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Lazy Day

Under sunlight waits a voiceless desire
Gray clouds roll in to dim the cheerful day
Open blossoms cheer up the self-esteem
While some of the folks now decide to pray

White daisies create a delicate spray
As butterfly flutters close to the heart
Gold sunflowers begin to faintly sway
While gentle leaves blow and choose to depart

An autumn sunshine dawns distinct to start
Soft colors, crisp and fresh, seem to appear
All the stories the season does impart
Tales of joy, truth and all that’s sincere

These summer dreams fading into visions
As time shifts will the heart choose it listens?

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Magical May Meadowland

Flowers flourish flavoring the field,
Wild waifs that wave and whirl and whip
Beneath the wind's wanton waltzing ways.
Bucolic bees buzz blooms and sip
Sweet sage, sacramental savorings.
A halcyon habitat, a happy home,
For blessing birds and bees and blossoms,
Majestic, magical May meadowland, my own.

July 6, 2014
Alliteration Contest

Details | Pantoum | |


Like love notes wafting in the air Floating petals of multi myriad a-hue Brushing velvet on my shoulders, bare Flush of nature seems to give a cue! Floating petals of multi myriad a-hue As many a-drifting prismatic rainbows Flush of nature seems to give a cue, For two dancing hearts to come close. As many a-drifting prismatic rainbows Flutter vividly across melting, meeting eyes For two dancing hearts to come close, Splashing colors of romance in blue skies. Flutter vividly across melting-meeting eyes Visions of intermingled sweet fragrances, Splashing colors of romance in blue skies, Beckoning in love, the open secret entrances! Visions of intermingled sweet fragrances Melody of the cuckoo's song, its sweet urges, Beckoning in love: the open secret entrances Desires collide, into a dream, the sight merges. Melody of the cuckoo's song, its sweet urges Brushing velvet on shoulders bare.. Desires collide, into a dream, the sight merges Like love notes wafting in the air... Yesha Shah

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Wild Flower

Unassuming simplicity 
Child of the wild 
A bit of color to catch the eyes
It’s too much to leave her behind 
Sentimental blindness
Can only give bad guidance 
Leave her; why break her?
Look only, but do not touch
You’ll soil your hands
Can never be friends
To embrace nature is not in your nature
Think you’ll just put her on your table?
You’ll be unable
A narrow vase by your hands made
Freedom cannot recreate
Take her home, and she’ll wither
But your guilt won’t die with her

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I try to ignore the squirming Hyde within 
And, with effort still,
I raise myself for the last traces 
of sunshine and fun.
What was left of the day, I savor for me. 
As the withering leaves of silence
have perfected the petals of stillness,
A quietude.
Such absence of sound
Never a serenity to the mind.
Disturbing solitude haunts.
Loneliness seems vivid as reality speaks 
Even the poignant sadness never parts
Solitary confinement paints an art.

Like the spectator in a thousand theatre plays,
 I achingly wait for the final curtains to part.
Then, as always expected -  
Left were the 
    dancing curtains 
       together with the late sunset wind. 
Tiny golden flecks 
   imprinting on the soft white 
        laces and trims.
Catching shadow images 
    of the last rays of brilliance, 
         blending slowly in yellow embers,
              forming orange coals, 
                   turning into sunkissed glow 
                         of a sad goodbye. 
    ever so softly fading
           into dullness and cloudless cold. 

And as the night falls, 
its shadowy self dances 
against the moonlit music of silence.
I listen and search still 
   for what is left. 
No traces of the sun 
whose magnificence and radiance 
had touched the leaves of laughter 
during my daytime slumbering; children frolicking, 
    early had the mind sensing. 
And, gone astray were the seeds of kindness 
    the day had grown.
It seemed they were sown 
    by someone I wish I had known. 

If only I could frolic 
    where little lads had been early today - 
        in the meadows, 
           by the pond, 
              along the shores, 
                  around friendly trees and smiling flowers, 
                       with the meadowlarks and chirpy games, 
                               I’d give away anything.
Basking in the sun on such a lemony day, 
someone sulks to find it's an emotional burn. 

If only I could catch the loveliness of the sun, 
I'd give away anything. 
Just for something this grand. 

The mind wills but the heart groans. 
A moment of joy and laughter, so fleeting.
Forgot me, gave away the troubles. 
Today could be A DAY,
If only, ever so softly,  I could catch the sun.

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Haiku 4 - flowering weed, dancing leaf, life force

at the roadside
solitary flowering weed
vision of loveliness

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

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

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The Wonder Of Nature

Nature is a miracle
That opens up your heart to fill
It with the wonder that you see
In all of its scenes and beauty
Green grass fills the world so wide
From every land and mountainside
Vibrant and looking so new
When the light hits the morning dew
Trees of colored leaves galore
Growing like never before
Orange, yellow, even red
What a gorgeous branch filled spread
Flowers smelling so divine
Bees get drunk on honey "wine"
Petals start to bloom with ease
Colored rainbows for all to see
Rain connects all three of these
Nourishment to never cease
Droplets of care helping grow
Exciting scenes that  we all know
Covering the earth with things
That only true nature can bring

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What be the man who stands alone?
So lonely in the crowd?
What makes one man an alien?
He may be quiet, or loud
But his soul screams "I am, I am"
And he doesn't seem to give a damn
About the way he's supposed to think
And they don't understand.

The crowds come on, our man be gone
To a world that's all his own.
And ever since his first recall
Forever he has known,
About the love in the smallest flower
And in the sweet bird trills
His life taught him the way to be
So he is always real.

He does not see things, how they're seen
By the ordinary man
As he so lost within a sunset
Or a lake so vast and grand.
Does yearn for nothing in this world
He only wants to be.
To know himself and understand
And melt in mystery.

Feb 27 2004.

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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!

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African Diaspora

The African Diaspora was when flowers were trapped & caged 

Each day I think and wanted to see them free

I see why... Your African beauty deserves to be picked

I realize that its just a figment of my imagination that their creation is truly magnificent. 

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Morning glory

For the hills they undulate and roll,
Set beneath a crimson sky.
Image liken, to castle ramparts past,
Now slowly worn away with time.
For only seconds before the dawn,
And the mighty sun to rise.
Once more its rays to warm the earth,
And ascend into the sky.
For little bird how sweet you sing,
As you usher now the new morn in.
From branch to branch flit to and fro,
Along the leafy wild hedgerow.
For amongst the green, a dusting fare,
Of pastel shades of color there.
For gentle are the flowers that spring,
Who’s petals blossom like fairy wings.
©  N  Windle.

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The Virtuous White Rose

--**--The Virtuous White Rose--**--

White rose is holy
Matrimony pureness of
Bond between lovers.
Blessing  to Old Rome deceased’s
Chastity and innocence.

White Rose in myth and
Legend was tainted by blood,
Made blush from kiss, thus
Made it red and made it pink
Against its pride purity.

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Dancing with Flowers

As I danced with flowers on that morn fair
And stepped on green moss, floating on air
You watched from under the pine green
Fire in your eyes, the air serene

Face flushed, arms extended wide
In and out with blooms on both side
Flirtiest breeze caressing the untamed hair
Enchanting aroma of wildflowers on the air

I paused as you came near
Shining eyes a hint of fear
A yellow bloom you stuck to my breast
The tingle in my toes reached my chest

Whimsical, wonderful our dance entwined
Rhythm unseen, hands tightly twined
Shimmering flowers with dew or sweat
As raindrops fall, we are wet


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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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I've found true love within our nature now;
For only when one sees how small he is, 
How insignificant to the big man; 
Can one feel empathy for trees or fish.
To the flower a tree is strong; sturdy; 
Through the current, a fish is powerful; 
Yet man destroys both with ease; remorseless. 
And thus man then also destroys himself;
Raping and pillaging his own life source; 
Encasing his survival behind glass.
And so too, do the huge corporations; 
Suffocating that which keeps them afloat; 
Enslaving the very souls of our youth; 
Bastardizing natural compassion
And degrading our very innocence.
In a world of who has the bigger stick, 
I'm just the trout at the end of the pole.

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Birds and morning glory

Birds and Morning Glory

The skies they be electric blue
On a morning pure and bright
I stand there in my lovely garden
And I feel such sweet delight
As I look up in the Banksia tree
And shrouded there in mystery
Five Pink Galahs against the sky
They come into my gazing eyes.

So Rosy pink these parrots be
These wondrous cockatoos
And God, they look so wonderful
Against the sky so blue
As the morning Glory climbs the tree
All wild and loose and fancy free
And seek s to reach the blessed sky
Such beauty there, oh my, oh my.

The morning flows into my being
Intoxicating me
Those birds, those trees, that Morning glory
Fill me with ecstasy
Oh so much potent energy
And so much lovely mystery
I see within this morning scene
At one with life, and so serene.

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a precious white floret
smelling the gardenia
sweetens my botanical

they have freedom
pines far from here in green land
the desert cries thrist

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The Garden

The Garden © 

I wander my garden 
the morning sun barely peeking 
above the distant hills 

dew drops wet my toes 
and the damp earth seeps between them 
cool and wet 

my flowers nod their heads to me 
as if to say ‘good morning’ 
their colors soft and muted without 
the rays of the sun to spike their flagrant color
the over-achieving bee dips into the golden nectar
a bird trills a celebration to the new day 

Trisha Sugarek
Moths and Machettes

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Stem to the Rose

Ones pillar of strength Edging towards it's flower On reaching their join Rich scented petals in bloom Where the stem and the Rose meet .

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Butterflies and Honey Bees

In the meadow, weeds flowering
By a cluster of old shade trees
Make a lovely scene attracting
Some butterflies and honey bees

Butterflies sipping each flower
Flit happily from bloom to bloom
Flaunting their wings of gossamer
Giving each other lots of room

Several colours of the rainbow
Painted on their gossamer wings
Put on a brilliant colour show
Such a happy feeling it brings

Bees also join in the feasting
Imbibing each flower's nectar
Doing so with joyful humming
In their role as honey maker

Weed flowers are in Nature's brood
Springing up where ever they please
They assist in providing food
For butterflies and honey bees

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Flower Moon

dawn bright sky full flower moon of may lunar rise
One of the Native American names for the full moon in May is the the "Flower Moon". If it is clear where you live May 5 is the night of the flower moon. Enjoy her beauty if you can.

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Birds, and morning glory

Parrots and morning glory.

The skies they be electric blue
On a morning pure and bright
I stand there in my lovely garden
And I feel such sweet delight
As I look up in the Banksia tree
And shrouded there in mystery
Five Pink Galahs against the sky
They come into my gazing eyes.

So Rosy pink these parrots be
These wondrous cockatoos
And lord, they look so wonderful
Against the sky so blue
As the morning Glory climbs the tree
All wild and lose and fancy free
And seeks to reach the blessed sky
Such beauty there, oh my, oh my.

The morning flows into my being
Intoxicating me
Those birds, those trees, that Morning glory
Fill me with ecstasy
Oh, so much potent energy
And so much mystery
I see within this morning scene
At one with life
And so serene!

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Cherry Blossoms

Bursting with fragrance
Popping with soft, pink, red hues 
Cherry blossoms bloom!

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Petals Of The Night

Such is the beauty of spring,
Filling our eyes with pleasure and
The bounty of fruit the flowers bring.

The silver glow of diamond stars
Begets the beauty of the buds 
which softly beckon 'hear we are'.

The newborn nightness doth surround
The pastel pink of cherry blossoms
And a gentle breeze guides petals to the ground.

Ray Dillard

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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?

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Outside My Bay Window

My house has a bay window, quite special It overlooks my great flower garden Beauty shines where the moon carries along No piece of the flowers is a burden Nightfall enlightens the flowers out there From the bay window I can see the light Touching the flowers calmly and with peace I sigh with contentment to view this sight I finish my drink and turn to go back When I glanced right at some fireflies around I smile at this beautiful scene with joy The whole picture is a wondrous surround Russell Sivey

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Flowers in my Garden


Flowers in my little garden,
So beautiful! Made in heaven,
Different colors I really like,
Row by row what a lovely sight!!

Watered with tenderness,
My heart filled with happiness,
You brighten my tiring day,
Soft winds make it all sway.

MPS (^____^)
June 5, 2013

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Sound your trumpet loud oh Daffodil
So all around can hear
Cover green with golden quilt
To show that spring is here

Fill our hearts with hopes of Sun
To warm us to our core
Enrich our lives with petals gold
Heralding spring with winter o’er

Your golden flutes play to our hearts
As we gaze upon your spread
Slowly swaying in the wind 
In reverence your bowed head

We too our heads we need to bow
And thank Him for our sight
To look upon you Daffodil
Is to remind us of His might

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Evening walk on the beach

I walked alone
along a sandy and lonely beach.
The raging waves from the sea
crashed onto the slimy sea shore.
The riding waves were white and bare,
but when they violently crashed, turned white and black.

I walked along the lonely beach.
Listening to the seagulls chatting
on silver rocks and boulders.

I sat near the shore.
The waves coing in and out
crashing violently on the silver rocks and boulders.
I sat there, lonely skipping pebbles into the vase and endless sea.
The waves came in and swallowed the pebbles, I threw its way.

The sea crabs wabbling from side to side, came up from the shore.
They kept me company on a lone and quiet evening.
A lone dog walking without an owner
came and curled up next to me,
and barked at the chattering seagulls.
They flew in panic toward the setting of the Red Sun,
and disappeared into the evening paradise.

The lone dog gazed upon the red sheld sea crabs,
and chased their wabbling bodies away
back down to the slimy sea shore.
And at the setting of the evening, I was alone.

Soon I had seen something
that had shocked me,
A young and beautiful gypsy woman.
She crossed my path along the lonesome beach.
All of a sudden the beach became full with love and life of all kind.

The lilacs, and roses, and violets and daisies
grew tall and bloomed, like madmen.
The waves pulled in by the full moon,
that shinned upon me and the Gypsy Woman.
She was decorated with ragged skirts and blouses,
with shinny, white pearls around her neck,
and golden bracelets around her wrists.

She smiled at me.
I smiled back at her.
Her hair black, with a vail of flowers around her head.
She stopped me and held my hand.
I was astonished and afraid.

What was this stunning and beautiful woman doing to me?
A victim of lost love and heartbrake.
I had no money, no jewlery.
I asked her what she wanted.
She replied with loneliness in her voice;
"To be loved."

I pulled her in, and kissed her,
and whispered softly in her ear,
decorated with silver earrings;
"Me too."

We joined hands and walked the lonesome sandy beach.
Listening to the waves, now softly coming in and pulling out.
The shore, now not so slimy, 
and the silver rocks and boulders sleeping so peacefully.
I turned to her and she smiled at me.
I held her in my arms and kissed her upon her sweet brow.

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Haiku 32


                                                       fucshia azalea
                                           clings limply to sodden branch --
                                                   morning showers fall


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At the Edge of a Petal

Dawn chorus trills arias in duet
Not a dulcet tone morning to forget
Rose shot with purl
A white wedding dress shimmers in sunlight
The blond tresses tied, a threaded delight
Rose petals curl
The fresh flush of a virgin: prescribed writ
The purity evident on soffit
Rose throws to hurl
The serene still reflection in mirror
Belie fervid brow - tester an error?
Rose bud unfurls

By Suzette Crous
19 January 2013

Inspired by the quote by William Carlos Williams: “It is at the edge of a petal that love waits.”

purl (n): sewing thread that is made from gold or silver wire 
shot (adj): woven of two colours in such a way that when the fabric is viewed from different angles the visible colours change.
Fervid: (poet.) Hot, glowing, impassioned. 
Tester (n): Canopy esp. over four-poster bed

Please see the About Section for details explaining the background to this poem.

Usually the same meter (eg as applicable to a couplet) is employed throughout the poem.The number of possible variants following a scheme are too many to list here. Whichever verse pattern you decide on, it must be followed throughout the poem. In this poem I am exploring the possibility of employing two different meter to accentuate the TAIL (line 3) where I changed the meter in lines one and two from anapaestic trimeter to iambic dimeter in line three.

Lines 1 and 2:  anapestic trimeter 
 * * / | * * / | * * / .....* an additional unstressed syllable
I end some of the lines with an extra feminine syllable (unstressed)

Line 3: iambic dimeter 
         * / | * /

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I was a child catching butterflies
on the yellow flowers
sprinkled on the green grass
at the roadside
They were beautiful butterflies -
big ones
small ones
red ones
yellow ones
and some tiny blue ones
which gave different shades of colour 
as they were struck 
by glancing sunbeams
There were little four-winged ones
which puzzled me
why did they have four wings
while the others only had two?
I was catching butterflies
but today 
a thing called progress
tore up the yellow flowers
on the green grass
at the roadside
and there are no more butterflies 
and still I do not know 
why some butterflies had four wings
while the others only had two

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.

Details | Lyric | |

Nature's Sigh

The Black butterfly waves away her adorations
All she seeks is seclusion, subsuming slave to mortification
The Dear Air is all she can breath, captive of imaginary dreams
The Beacon resonates, but the hope isolates
The Wasteland's silky fingers caressing the virgin's face

So she is now, the covet of the damned
Programmed to every victim's pain
Carrying the weight of every sorrow
Drowning in wrongs she does not know
But paradise is at loss; she must go

Nature sighs after the bite
All my hopes fading
Don't look at me with those sorrowful eyes
How do you know exactly what I'm feeling?
I'm just the ghost flower passing by
And you can hear nature's sigh

Details | Quatrain | |

Beauty In Imperfection

The rugged bark of an old tree
with imperfection due to its cracks
is a wondrous thing of beauty
and it's the imperfection that attracts

We know that a star-shaped flower 
does not make a perfect star
Yet it has a certain loveliness
that induces a sense of wonder

A hand-crafted ceramic bowl
because of its asymmetry
is a wonderful artefact
that is valued very highly

An old-time cobblestone street
has a unique charm and quaintness
due to its imprecise pattern
that gives it its loveliness

Perfection is not easy to attain
and even more difficult to sustain
Beauty lies in Imperfection
and they are a natural combination

Details | I do not know? | |

You, Me, Us, Everyone

Not named
Unknown to those with no curiosity
Buds, that dream of one day blooming
Being, more than they are
Flowers living
Touched by those who love
Protected by those who wish to love
Wishing to be more than they are
Buds, not truly knowing if they are ready for the world
Hoping they are strong enough 
Wishing to be the best
You, Me, Us, Everyone

Details | Rhyme | |

Moving On

Goodbye sweet friend it's time to go,
Don't act as if you did not know.
Now is the chance for me to show,
You have become my greatest foe
I'm leaving you at dawn.
Remember when we used to be
Like peas in a pod, you and me?
Now all I want is to be free
It's time I'm moving on.

The sun awoke to bless my sky,
Wind has given me wings to fly,
I'm feeling so free, I cannot lie
Turning I whisper one last goodbye,
As I'm leaving you at dawn.
Today has become my greatest test...
Find a field where my seed shall rest
Till when next year I'm a Dandelion pest.
That's why I'm moving on.

09.08. 2014
Written for Anthony Slausen’s Contest Moving On

Details | Haiku | |


flit from flower to flower --
a soft breeze blows

3/13/12 by Kim Merryman
for PD's  "Favorite or Best Haiku" contest

Details | Quatrain | |

The Orchid

The Orchid
As the orchid blooms its long beautiful flower
The perfume of which fills the air hour by hour
The strength in its leave when open from bud
No decay just a little wrinkle as in age it should
If Orchis the son of the nymph and satyr
Had not drunk of the vine and showed his desire
As he drank long and hard at the feast of Dionysus
His eyes fell on a priestess and caused all the fuss.

He wanted her, was his drunken decree
And he didn’t care if she didn’t want he
He coveted the priestess as he drank by the hour
Determined he was soon her going to deflower.

His advances she said she would not take
But he did not listen and her he would make
But for this insult to a revered priestess
The gods were determined he’d pay for her distress

He would not go unpunished this was THEIR decree
And ripped limb from limb they decreed he would be
The bacchanalians did tear him apart and justly so
He should have accepted the priestess she  said NO!

The father of Orchis prayed the Gods would restore
The son that he loved and would for evermore
After they listened to the prayers of a father distraught
The Gods returned Orchis not as a man but as a flower they thought.

Orchis became the flower with the strange sounding name
Whose beauty enchants and its perfume does the same
The orchid, the bulbs shape we will recognise today
The part under the body, where a man likes us to play.

© 9/02/2013/~GG~

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Effulgent sun proffers love 

Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds

The moon unravels wonders

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Spring Flowers

        in mountain's shadow
        spring flowers run riot -
        scented carpet

Details | Ode | |

Ode to Maggie

Today I whispered my fears to you --
Wrapped my arms around your hard body
Scales tickling the underside of my arms
You've been keeping my secrets 
     since I was ten
You were barely as big as I 
     now behemoth 
You can almost touch the sky
Reach right up and greet the sun for me
I bury treasures at your feet --
Dig down deep into the earth 
Careful not to tap a single root
You've been the protector of my bounty
     for your entire life
What knowledge you bear, all for a little girl

In gratitude, as proof of Your love 
     You present to me
          One perfect white blossom

Details | Rhyme | |

My Own Little Garden

My own little garden
Looks like a small Eden
Flowers are everywhere
Plant's leaves are greener

It's only placed on pots
Forming circle at our backyard
I watered it everyday
So that it will be healthy 

Little paradise on earth
Tiredness replaced by happiness
There's impact in my heart
Looking at my garden I feel refresh 

March 24, 2013
For Sandy's Contest
6th Place Winner

Details | Monoku | |

Monoku 3


red rose's weep -

      crystal tears upon autumn's wind


Broken Monoku

Oregon's Flowers Sure Hung On this Year

Details | Free verse | |

Trumpets of Blue

Driftwood - petrified swirls of wood
laced with delicately draping
trumpets of blue
Morning glories in mist
my heart aches for true
Why does it pine
for the essence of you
petrified thoughts
a delicate whimsy climbs seeking 
a dark sun
to flex her tendrils on

Minute are the creatures that  flaunt themselves
craving to be noticed
Flowers brighter than a rainbow
may as well be grey
Dull and dreary senses
locked in clouds of reticence
perhaps a kiss
a fluttering eyelash
 to awaken them

look there
such beauty can intoxicate
the unsuspecting

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Biding, Burrowing.
Building, breaching, burgeoning...
Breathing--         BLOSSOMING!

Details | Haiku | |

The Rose

Fragrant, erotic, dangerous and red, the rose smells of love's odor.

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 | Free verse | |


There’s a marshland where I come from –
              Wet and slowly dying as aren’t we all and yet,
Still full of life like flying
              Egrets and alligators roaming ‘round
Down in the bowels of this bog
              And that’s not all.
Pink and purple lilies and fern grow tall
              With bees buzzing, singing, pollinating
Wildflowers here and there
              And other unseen forces in the air.  Impossible 
To describe them all, however,
              As they may be partly mystical and partly weather.
Causing me to sit and daydream in this
              Misty marshland waste, waiting
For summer to end and winter
              To take its place.

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

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The Mountain Vista

Mountain ranges all blurry
peeking through the mist
The sun is still rising
as it does the mist disperses

Showing us crevasses
faint wandering paths
near to steep ravines
trees dotted around

A quiet magical time
follows the dawn
deer appear to drink
the eagle swoops

Every where a surprise
snowdrops nestling
in a patch of snow
startling in their beauty

Loud raucous sounds
from the nesting crows
splendid ancient trees
by the winding path

High up is the summit
we toil to reach it
resting awhile to drink
in our surrounds

At last we are there
and it was worth it
at our feet valleys
full of wild flowers

All around pure magic
the vista so fresh
its images so sharp
here is an unspoilt place

Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |


Kneeling upon a smile to touch the vine
Scentful seeping in blissful sensation
Leering beauty and plucking temptation
Just one piece of nature's heaven divine

Arose to steal a kiss from sunlight's ray
Like morning's dew upon a suffused glow
Facing the zephyr where the blossoms blow
Where pollens aflutter towards the bay

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Haiku 48

	purple irises
	seductive yellow throats
	bees hovering
	pale pink peonies
	no more butterfly kisses
	petals falling

Details | Haiku | |


Misty, morning dew on a rose
dampened, lightly like snow.
Ever more beauty each time bloomed
like the newness of a newborn.

Details | Haiku | |

Achoo Haiku

    Achoo Haiku

Cold swift river

Sneezes on the lotus shore

Take 2 aspirin

Details | Tanka | |

Roses Without Thorns

Roses without thorns are like cherries without pits. Child without mother. There is no way possible. One must come with the other.

Details | Haiku | |

Poppy Fields

awash in crimson
colour and smell permeate

Details | Free verse | |

The Magnolia Tree

Outside my window
I watch you
since winter began
to hold your beauty close...

I will protect you
from the rain and cold
as you wear
your grayish-green coat...

when Springtime comes
you will release
your sweet perfume
exotic in all its splendor!

Your beautiful flower
like hands will open
fingers uncurling
your beauty hidden in winter...
~ ~ ~

Details | Rhyme | |

Looking for beauty

Looking for beauty

Folk travel for miles, and miles
Looking all around
To find something that’s beautiful
And when this scene is found
They move on to the next desire
But do they really see?
They’re too busy moving on
That’s how it seems to me

Beauty it is everywhere
If one has eyes to see
It’s there in every flower that blooms
It’s there in every tree
It’s there in the new born baby’s face
In the form of any cat
Stick around and look around
And find where beauty’s at.

I look out of my window
And beauty’s always there
In the trees as the sun shines down
Oh it is everywhere
But no one sees the commons scenes
They always want what’s rare
And so they miss it all around
That beauty that is always there

4 February 2015

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A Garden Party

The sun is shinning and the breeze is a blow,
my table all white with lace in it's place and
tea cups in a row.

Fresh, red watermelon in tiny scoops with triangle cut orange
marmalade sandwiches lined in the shape of a loop.
Hazelnut butter and apple jam adorns thinly sliced ham.

A lovely little teapot with yellow roses painted
on it's stem, gives a flowery glow to this day's trend.
The lavender in the garden is all a bloom with
fuzzy, yellow and black bumble bees kissing it's plumes.

Ivy canopied along the gate, all this green makes me
feel so alive and great. This day is filled with family and
friends, a wonderful time watching the children play, I hate
to see it end.

Bluebirds are perched on the window seal and then in the
back ground I hear a whiperwhil. Butterflies gliding through 
the air, just like us, they haven't a care.

The ladies talk of all that's new and gossip silly little tales
the whole day through. Clouds passing in big, white, puffy
hues and perfectly shades the court yard's designed clues.

A garden party, its always a treat, a place where after
the flower garden walk, you can sip tea, have a laugh, even tell a
secret, a true friend will keep and a place in nature you can
rest peacefully, your feet. 

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Keukenhof Gardens

Traveled to Holland
Endless varieties of
Tulips everywhere.

Details | Blank verse | |


Flowers in a valley faraway,
Wind carries them as butterflies in the day.

Meteors through raindrops fall so slow,
Forming rainbow tails from the solar eclipse’s glow.

Beneath the cosmos and earthly sky.
Floral butterflies ascend towards the showers and fly.

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 | Ballade | |

Looking tthrough my window

Looking through my window

I sit here in this lovely room
As Willy wagtail sings
Green parrots fly on past my window
And so much joy they bring
With their lovely whistling notes
And feathers all alive
As the morning sun peeps out
Cause the new day has arrived.

The sky is kind of grey today
Though the sun still lights the grey
I sit and look into the sky
There might be rain today
The olive trees out in the front
Are filled with morning bliss
As sun gives them a magic glow
How nice this morning is.

The flowers of so many colours
[There’s white, yellow, and blue
And red] they kind of fill my soul
And make me feel brand new
How very sweet this morning be
So filled with so much life
It fills my day with happiness
Obscuring all my strife.

3 May 2014 @ 0722hrs.

Details | Quintain (English) | |

Unicorn magic

Why are the bees singing
As from flower to flower go.
Why have they lost their sting?
Only the Unicorn will know
Cos he magicked it so.

Loves to play with the garden,
Watching the daisies dance.
See the water fountain 
Jump, twirl and prance
As though in the myriad trance.

The grass is growing curly
As though the roller made it so.
The worm gets up so early
to watch the Unicorn show.
Laughs, when he start to glow.

A Unicorn is a magician without a hat,
never a dull moment thats true.
The children would be ever gobsmacked
Watching to see what you'll do,
Just wish there were two.

Penned April 4 2013

Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Beautiful Flower

If one could be a beautiful flower
How would they spend their day
Would they blossom in the adulation
That many others may send its way

Would its spirit nourish the hearts
Of those who are blessed to see
The color of its very lovely soul
And its wonderful endearing vibrancy

Or would it shun the light that comes
From the brilliance of a new Sun
Shying away from its special gift
To make a day better for someone

For though it may seem its true beauty
Quickly vanishes over a very short time
I find true value in its enchanting embrace
I'll forever admire in my heart and mind.

Details | Haiku | |

Cherry Blossoms

Cherry blossoms

Cherry tree blooms love
Its beam flowers invite sight
And mood shower tail.

Inspired by and enterd into: 
Black Eyed Susan's "1 Cherry Blossom Haiku" Contest 

Details | Verse | |


Daffodil you're so bright and pretty Daffodil you shine out in the city Daffodil you're not here what a pitty Daffodil so so pretty Daffodil I hold you tight Daffodil in the daylight Daffodil but in the night Daffodil you're out of sight One thing that is true is a Daffodil is never blue tis very true. The beautiful flower of all time will always be known in my mind I search for the true secrets in a flower and find myself studying it for an hour The truth is this flower has a certain power to make the day bright and keep some light in sight. The Daffodil is so amazing, it keeps me just a gazing It has a certain mystery, It keeps the good inside of me It makes me say hey Daffodil you're ok.

Details | Haiku | |

Cherry Blossoms

fluttering blossoms
nature's painted perfection
subtle dance of radiance


Details | Free verse | |

Let out the light

May the snows stop
and the rain cease…
May the winds take shelter
and let the sun birds sing. 
Let out the spring!
Let out the spring!
I want the flowers to bloom
and the sun to shine
Let out the light!
I want tulips and roses 
lily’s and daisy’s
Let out the birds and the bee’s
the monarchs and the daisy’s 
I want the snows and the rains
the long winds and dark days
To finally end.
Let out the light!
Let out the spring!


Details | Haiku | |

Cherry Blossoms

The silk like blossoms

That bloom in the night time air

It captures moonlight

Details | Light Poetry | |

My Own Little Garden

Grow garden
wild and free
neat and tidy rows
do not define thee.
Borage and cornflowers
feed my bees 
while butterflies 
rest in the parsley.  
Catnip for my feline friends 
next to my basil and thyme 
Ignore the weeds 
if you please
I think my garden is sublime

for the My Own Little Garden contest

Details | Free verse | |


A single red rose blossoms alone, 
Shedding it's petals one by one.
Springs winds softly blow, 
A teasing fragrance with,
 It's delicate bouquet.
Loves romantic essence floats,
 Amongst warmth’s embrace.
Lightly tripping, spirits dancing,
 Mingling uninhibited, freedoms 
Carefree beings shine.
Liberation’s grand celebration,
 Flights brilliance, as their wings,
 Spread wide.
Twilight's bells ring out, under 
Heavens glorious display.
Simplicities gentleness, sweeps across
My thoughts, allowing imagination,
To flow undisturbed.
The unconscious mind releases, 
Earth bound creatures.
Admiration dreamers lift,
 Towards heights grace,
Forever journeying. 
 Touching infinities universal
 Motions poetry written at splendors,
Tender mercy.


Details | Rhyme | |

Flora I

Roses love
but beware the thorns,
Lilies remember 
those that we mourn,
Daffodils whisper
of coming spring,
Poppies dream
a great many things.

user:    pseudodragon
theme: nature

Details | Haiku | |

The Last Bloom

Last rose of summer; Sentinel holding vigil; Redhead in fall winds.

Details | Free verse | |

I Rule without a Crown

This is the landscape I rule without a crown.
A yard beneath a canopy of mango leaves
where afternoon sun lingers
 beneath the boughs, exposing where doves
 choose to roost overnight.
This is my garden - morning light
gleams over an aqua pool,
refracts, as a breeze  sends
dapples over a long row of palms.

I was the one to dictate the thick
summer planting of tall bamboo
persuaded by added privacy
on the dividing fence, 

This is  my world and I am
the impossible one who will decree
what is painted, what remains unpainted, 
where the birdbath will sit,
or, what species to plant.

I rule this landscape that the sky
changes each moment,

but not the phrases of birdsong 
that slip from every branch
or each  petal that unfolds,

Suzanne Delaney

Details | Rhyme | |

I am so happy to be

I am so happy to be

Everything’s coming up roses
The whole world is looking so sweet
Oh I love it all, it is so beautiful
My whole world is feeling complete
I don’t know why I’m so happy
It seems that my hearts filled with joy
Such love it is flowing, oh lord how I’m glowing
This feeling there’s naught could destroy

I woke up this morning just smiling
I really don’t know why this was
The sun it was out, such joy was about
And I was so happy because
I am alive, and I’m breathing
As the birds they are singing a song
The whole world is play, on this beautiful day
In a wonderful world I belong.

I don’t know what’s happened to me
I feel so alive and so free
There’s a song in my soul. It makes me feel whole
The whole world is smiling at me
Everything’s coming up roses
Each day is a sweet melody
I look all around me, so much  mystery
Oh I am so happy to be

15 February 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

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

Details | Haiku | |

cardinal beauty

cardinal beauty 'pon the low hanging willow... amaryllis blooms weeping willow tree's low limbs graced by cardinal.. amaryllis bud

Details | Free verse | |


green grasshoppers- vivacious gazelles gaily observing nurtured exhibits gossamer winged butterflies gracefully signifying natures colourful kites gently touching floral parades perfumed yesterday, today tomorrow garnet geraniums whimsical gypsophila dainty daisies ravishing roses timid pansies different poses a gardens grasshopper showcase © September 2013- Kim van Breda-

Details | Haiku | |


                                                   in winter session
                                        mist fall at night forms dew drops
                                               flowers seem sweating

Details | Haiku | |

Night Cereus

Princess of the night,
Kissed by the romantic breeze:
Moon glows with envy.

Details | Alliteration | |



The river has run dry, its dripless bed is empty, and
Crossing the flower carpet dim and dusty, parched
Penstemon and brave little brittlebush,
Expecting an inundation, stretch in a rush -  
Spreading  petals and leaves which their wetted
Wilted tapestry  of color weaves  - but they fast
Revert  to survival tactics and retract petals, in the 
Yearly drought of the Sonoran summer.



The desert of Sonora, Mexico, is one of the driest in the world, making plant life there  very uncertain.

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Field of daffodils
brazen yellow, sun kissed
petals, brightly greet

The dawn of the day
magically the sun rises
flooding with colour

Gently the stems quake
as caught by the breeze they shake
quiver in its wake

Matching yellow bird
soars over the display of beauty
adding its sweet notes

A vision of bliss
such a simple little thing
the joy of nature

Details | Verse | |

Natural Stump

Lifted from the soft ground is an old stump And moss covers the surface It holds great aroma Flowers enhance view They bring a wonderful smell A grandiose sound Exists near the stream nearby Stump transfixes all humans Dirt was flown about After tree fell years ago Nature took over
Contest: Three Verses Sponsor: Constance La France 6/6/2013

Details | Rhyme | |

About a Rose

I found this poem I want you to see
This Poem was written, And it was just for me
It's about a rose that has its thorns 
Resembling how ones life can suddenly be torn
This beautiful poem has caught my eye
Because it was written without any disguise
I never saw the thorns on that beautiful flower 
Is a poem about love and it's heart binding power
love can be strong and sometimes it's blind
ceasing our hearts and controlling our minds
love is something you should never throw away 
but remember be careful it can easily astray
that flower i picked was just right for me
as i knelt back up from off my knees
if only i knew and if only i could see
the thorns on that flower were strong while i was weak
they sliced me open and cut my wounds so deep
now all i can do is sit back and weep
as i pick my heart from off your feet
Your rose has turned to black satin and died
And in another red velvet rose, i will confide. 

Details | Ballade | |

Sipping tea

Sipping tea

The roses bloom so endlessly
In pink, and red, and yellow
And orange too with purest white
As the morn feels soft and mellow
We sit together drinking tea
As love fills all of me
And oh, it feels so wonderful
Cause that’s the way love be.

The birds sing out in tenderness
As they pray to the golden sun
And you and I sit sipping tea
No longer two, but one
As the love, the joy of perfect love
Does deep within me sing
Those birds are singing just for us
And so much bliss do bring.

The Sun shines in the deep blue sky
I smell the whiff of Jasmine
As love sings from a gentle heart
Above all worldly din
As you and I together, dear
We sit here sipping tea
Nothing matters in the whole wide world
But the love twixt you and me.

Details | I do not know? | |

Flowers and stars

Little flowers, little flowers, what’s your name?
When god gave you colors and the first star shone
Did your sweetness and glamour stay the same?
Were you afraid of light and was your allure gone?
A sage had those queries
upsetting his idle mind,
then a swift gust of wind
carried dazzling faeries
dancing in his drowsy mind.
They sung about the day
when God made a star,
and placed it very far,
Yet we see its bright ray
journeying from afar
Their laugh has a silver glow
and the sound of a small bell,
The sage could not tell
how the faerie winds blow
twinkled the small bell.
They continued to dance,
When God’s used his power
to bloom the first flower.
Sweet was the new fragrance,
sanctioned by holy power.
When the sun lightened the day, the sage left his dream
with a sunflower on his hand:  orange and dark blue:
Those are the wrong colors, what they could mean?
The sage could be a poet, because he had not a clue…
Then he heard a laugh,
and saw a woman by his side,
smiling jolly and wide:
Knowledge is for naught
if you wake with love by your side.

Details | Free verse | |

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 | Imagism | |


When the sky kisses the ocean
Its hue is alluring as the rising sun
I see beautiful bed of roses
Near the dancing green grasses
A winged- creature soars
As I travel while I glance unto the shore
Leaves fall in this glaring summer
But the Breeze of December is what I remember
The imagery of nature captures my sight
Wondrous formations are all so bright
Everywhere are all astonishing
God’s masterpieces are indeed lingering
Nature is an insignia of my admiration
For eternity I’ll carry and I’ll never abjure
In the paradise is the gate towards heaven
Completely smiling though there’s steep sides of ravine
The gripping root is “YOU” my man
With bravado and strapping hold in my hand
Though we undergo labyrinth in our journey
Because people give words of acrimony
You and I are eminent trees
Emblem of strength as they can see
Upheaval is what populace might bring
Yet we hold strong as tied strings

dedicated to : JAKE O. DELA PAZ
May 15, 2014

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Surely to know the ambrosial quiver
Of stiffened fruit, ripe and swollen
With stolen fragrance and lovely flush
Of seeded solvent all down a furtive face
And up the greedy pink arms of cloud-ward reaching children

Is to know also the jealous rain
Her green glances gorge on mellow delight
Indulgent and impatient with quick eyes
Snatching strokes of waxy flesh
Torrid caress under an austere guise of gray
She is a lean and idle glutton
Who lashes in strife with quickness and lusty strikes

It will be a feast of soul
If you do not slay her first

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Nature's palette

Spring in the meadow,
a million unfurled flowers,
rainbow on the ground.

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The peace within

The peace within

Such peace it lies within so deep
The beast within be fast asleep
The breath of love it just pours out
Oh my, what is this all about? 

The bird song chatter echo’s deeply
As heart takes over mind completely
And silver silence sings to me
As I be here, alone I be.

The finger’s pointing out the way
Behind the moon, the warm sun rays
Reflect through her the breath of love
As stars shine brightly high above!!!

The sun be hiding from the day
As stormy skies below, they lay
I see as flowers open wide
The space where pristine love abides.

I sit here in this garden chair
Senses sharp and so aware
As the day cries out “Wake up you fool
Eyes open wide, it’s beautiful!!!!!” 

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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

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May flowers grow in your footprints
May birds sing outside your window
May your smile warm a sunbeam
May the leaves sigh to you as they fall
May the wind caress your face as it blows
May the raindrops glitter to your touch

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Communing With Nature

I want to dance in a field of posies 
I’d take off my shoes and squish my toesies 
Lay in a field of color all day long
Listen to the birds and mimic their song

Smell all of Mother Nature’s fragrant scents 
And prolong my stay by pitching a tent 
I’d lie on my back and look at the sky 
And linger there until the moon is high 

I’d savor the moment, then return home 
Where stress, anxiety and chaos roam 
And when my day is a little off track 
I will close my eyes and I’ll be right back 

Communing with nature’s sights, sounds and smells 
In the field of posies I know so well

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Spring Is In The Air

                                                       A breathtaking beauty in front of me,
                                                  So peaceful that my heart likes to see,
                                             Flowery trees, the colors of purity,
                                        Like clouds in the sky, proud and mighty.

                                   It’s like magic planted to heal our body,
                              Let us embrace this beautiful scenery,
                         Feel so content with this nature bliss,
                    Created by God for us to care and cherish.

               Spring is in the air for the nature lover,
          You can smell the fragrance everywhere,
     All you can do is relax and feel the moment,
Enjoy the great scenery and be content.

February 19, 2013

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Spring Song

New birthed buds will yawn and stretch to 
Golden-threaded rays; 
Parrot tulips bloom in early spring;
Liquid colors flow like cascading silk, across my garden.

Paper whites smile and soak up Mother Earths’ milk;
All is beautiful in this lush garden canvas
Birds provide a mellow concerto and titter-sweet notes, 
dance on the scented air.

Cricket-chirp-symbols ring out with each stanza as,
Evening shadows flicker upon Gaia’s’ palette;
Crescendo on the dew-dusted air.

Here, among them all, I sit in contemplation.
I sense their elation;
Euphoria of spring-song consumes my spirit.

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The power of the Morning glory

The power of the Morning Glory

The morning glory reaches up
She tries to touch the sun
Her deep mauve flowers hide away
Until the days begun

When the sun it does shine bright
Those morning glory flowers
They open up to life again
Beneath the suns sweet power

Most look down on this lovely shrub
Because she grows too fast
As she takes over everything
And grows so very vast

Yet how she touches me with love
As she shows her strength to me
Oh, she with all her loveliness
Over powers the vastest tree

She proves to me that nature is
The highest kind of power
And dazzles me with the loveliness
Of each of her mauve flowers.

Quatrain 4 July 2014 @ 1322hrs.

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Butterflies flitting through the flowers,
contentedly they pass the hours.
From flower to flower they bob and weave
and then at sunset, take their leave.
Merrily their flowers they tend,
'til their lives are at an end.
If only we could open our eyes
and be as contented as butterflies.

written May 10th. 1978
posted for PD's ' any old butterfly poem' contest

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Heavenly Nature

I threw myself into the air,
like a rock-star diving into the arms
of his die-hard fans,
only for soft, green, succulent stems
to lower my gravity onto the grass surface.

When the wind blew around me,
sweet, scented petals scattered in the air
above me; a feeling of divine grandeur
overwhelmed me, as I couldn't breathe- I didn't
want any sigh, blink, or breathing,
to steal this moment away from me.

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Twinkling little elephant toes
 Prancing through the Garden Of Woes,
 Sniffing daisies
 With his long dainty nose.

 "Good morning to you", 
 says a cute butterfly.
 With cheeks glowing pink
 The mammoth creature whispers, "Hi".

 Turning from pink
 To bright crimson red,
 He bats his lashes
 And hides his head.

 As the butterfly turns
 And flutters away,
 The prancing little elephant
 Continues to play.

 I realize then
 That it's time for bed.
 Cuz, the dancing pink elephant
 Is all in my head!

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A Most Beautiful Spring Day - Quatrain By Letters

~A Most Beautiful Spring Day~ (Quatrain By Letters) The most beautiful day has come again There's so much for us to be thankful for The butterflies & bees fly after the rain There's so many more wonderful things in store. The hummingbirds get fed from flowers The air is so very nice and mild today The spring season can bring lots of showers The children go out and some play all day. Tending the garden a nice thing to do Trees and plants all turn green and grow The sky is clear and so wonderfully blue There's much enchantment in spring and that's so! Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2012 January.25.2015
'Quatrain by Letters' is a style created by Erich J. Goller.

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A Sonnet For The Endearing Rose

A gentle being, is the rose;
though its nails can be quite sharp.
The lovely flower, I suppose; 
controls the human heart.

For valentines, it bleeds so red; 
for mother’s, yellow sun.
All will bow their lovely heads; 
once their day is done.

Their fragrance, it will mesmerize; 
all those who are near.
It doesn't matter, what their size; 
lovers, they draw near.

So much more regal than the rest; 
the rose, is nature’s family crest, 


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A single drop of dew captured in a buttercup

A single drop of dew
caught in a buttercup
Provides a welcoming d
first drink of the day
to  Ladybugs Dormouse
and busy shrew.

Peter Dome.copyright.2013. July.

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It is time Too long in bed I stretch Cast off the bonds of Hypnos Cold white sheets retreat I am free My head lifts Sun caresses my face I rise, standing tall Naked for all to see Beauty reborn It is spring

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Yellowstone, 1995 or Thereabouts

	I can hear the water, 
	a giggle almost, 
	in the small cold spring 
	by which I sat
	that foggy morning, 
	sketchbook, pen, and watercolors in hand. 
	A weed with a single white flower 
	grew from the innards 
	of a half submerged, 
	humus-bound log 
	alive with neon-green moss. 
	A brilliant web 
	spun by a tiny jewel-orange spider
	laced the flower to the log. 
	I dipped my brush in the spring water, 
	washed it around in the appropriate colors, 
	painted the scene as best I could, 
	never coming close to capturing 
	the brilliance of flower, moss and spider.
	Only approximations of nature are possible.

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Faded colors
Wilt and willow 
Petals drift down
People tread
The petals dead 
The world is spinning ‘round
And I turn towards the sun
And feel its warmth upon my face 
And I stand up straight and tall
My colors radiant in grace 
And I cared for by green thumb
And the soil fertile and new
I wake myself to the rising sun
And a sky that’s bright and blue 
Clouds drifting far from my mind 
And a subtle breeze blowing by 
I am picked by green thumb
I knew for my beauty, I must die.

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In a Field of Flowers

In a field of flowers
I could sit for hours
As I watch the sun beam down
With its golden rays of light
Softly playing upon
The dew kissed ground
While the birds fly by
Singing lullabies
That only they know the words to

Butterflies are all aflutter
In a field full of color
While bumble bees buzz by
To the sweet smell of nectar
Oh, how I could sit for hours
In a field of flowers!

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Stately Rose

Oh, how beautiful you are
waving on your stem
a perfect picture 
to behold

Your attar floods my senses
so sweet and fragrant
deep musky scents
that beguile me

Your hips full and plump
rose water or tea I make
or rose scones to eat
a chocolate I savour

Standing in stately splendour
full blooms reaching skyward
I pluck one so that its
perfume I can extract

How can I not admire thee
as you climb up a wall
or smother a fence
with wonderful blooms

You creep alone the ground
or soar high into the sky
stand upright in beauty
you have it all to show

So many colours
all different hues
Rose, I worship thee
as my soul you delight

~ ~ ~ ~ ~
written 06/01/2013

contest Roses, Roses, Roses

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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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Garden Club Ruse part 1 of 2

For years no one ever had a clue...
Of the secret she one knew..
The child inside her never shed a tear...
Although she lived everyday with fear...
She grew up never knowing what love was...
Till that fateful day, when he met him on the bus..
He was tall and handsome and had a great smile...
Knew all the words making her feel worthwhile...
They fell in love and soon were married...
And that’s when things changed...the love got buried..
The days were long and the nights were lonely...
They seldom spoke, and if only...
She hadn’t seen that ad...this never would have happened..
Join the Garden Club today and...
 wipe all your cares away 
There’s more to this story..I must conceive...
So please follow this sequel and I believe....
You will stop and think of the words I wrote...
And perhaps even take your own personal note....

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In Defense Of The Rain

Some folks like to complain
And are very fickle
They fume when rain is falling
And fret at a mere drizzle

Wild birds and animals
They all need the rain
Which gives them water
For their lives to sustain

The plants and the trees
And all the lovely flowers
For them to grow and flourish
They also need the showers

The food crops that are grown
To provide food for us all
Each of them would perish
If the rain did not fall

So please think of these things
Before you start complaining
And creating a lot of fuss
The next time rain is falling

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Where Do The Butterflies Go

Teardrops of dews glistening
Breaks the days of dawn
Caterpillars shedding shells of cocoon
Awakening with yawns

The little fairies quaintly appear
Dancing their favorite dances, all the day long
But, where do the butterflies dance to
When the sun hides her head...
And the days are shamelessly gone?

They fill up my gardens
Frolic from tip of tulip to end of the rose
Next to sunflower, daffodil the flutter flies flown
Never attempting to speak even one little peep
Keeping their precious secrets
From sun up until the sundown

A parade of floats
Viceroy to the Monarch whom he tries to pretend
Royal and regal, ginger and black
Passes the hours while waltzing with flowers
But where does each of them go as processions end?

Dainty, the Painted lady curtseys
Among the swallowtails that swan through the weed
And the Admirals through the blade
But soon to hide away
Flying rainbows of season’s beginning to fade

And my magical gardens now they are bare
The little fairies all have disappeared
Following the whisper of wisps, of a new winter’s air

It’s the beginning of autumn
And soon will come the billows of snow
Did they take journey to a summer, in a far away land
Where oh, where did the butterflies go

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Spring Concert

Buzzing instruments,

Serenade…golden petals:

Symphony of bees.

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The emerald and still evening
lures the crescent moon rising,
to make a small peach tree shine
as if it were already daytime;
it even invites the brutal wind
to lash it so that its flowers
would lose their pretty petals...
then one of them starts to descend,
others sadly follow behind to resemble Autumn leaves...
who has sympathy for a small peach tree which grieves?

The enchanted, star-draped sky
watches the white petals fall off the small peach tree 
into the lake that earlier reflected its flowery image;
isn't it enraged by the wind's ravage? 
Its anger can last until the deep shadows wane and die:
that's when light will restore harmony.

Written by Andrew Crisci
for Gail Angel Doyle's contest,
" Petals In The Wind "

on 1/ 15/ 2012

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The beauty of the wetlands

Have you seen, lake Joondalup
In Yellagonga there?
Oh what a lovely place she be
There’s wild life everywhere
It be a precious wonderland
Of trees and birds and flowers
 It’s a place that be so beautiful
All filled with natures power

Frogs, they croak, and insects sing
And the birds in all their glory
They sing from trees all bent and gnarled
Such a blessed song it be
As breeze it plays it’s melody
And trees dance gracefully
To leave the mind without a doubt
That there be a deity

I walk these trails most every day
As I’m stunned by the sweet power
Of everything that’s beautiful
Every tree and every flower
And bird, and beast and tiny insect
Do tell a wondrous story
Of life among these wetland spaces
All filled with precious glory

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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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Haiku 12 - Nature's Diamonds: dewdrop, snowflake, water

on the rose petals sparkling with the morning sun bright dewdrop diamonds beneath the streetlight glistening on the snowflakes sparkling white diamonds on the ripples shimmering in the sunshine dancing water diamonds

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Haiku 1 - bees and wasps, butterfly, dancing leaf

jostling in the garden
bees and wasps compete
for the flower's favours

perched on a petal
butterfly uncoils its tube
then injects the flower

a gust of wind
the dried leaf leaps up
and dances in the air

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Springtime Wannabe

Sweet pea, Apple blossom, Anemone, Brodea,
Peach blossom, Amaryllis, Delwood, Freesia,
Ranunculus, Calla lily, Bird of Paradise.
I think each of these smell very nice.
Needing more, these are a must.
Gardenia, Hollyhock, Narcissus,
Tulip, Wax flower, Seeded Eucalyptus.
I’m neither gardener nor a green thumb.
Must I say it, I’m rather flower dumb.
Every flower I plant quickly begins to fade.

Where to plant, what to plant, I don’t know the trade.
Alas I try every year to have a great show,
Not a lack of effort, just a lack of know.
Now if you see me in the yard digging in the dirt,
Ask God a prayer for the plants not to hurt.
Because each year I do ask God to forgive me,
Even though I fail, I’m a Springtime Wannabe.

Inspired by the contest Flowers of Spring (not an entry)

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Let me tender the buds in your garden:
The lonely rose or the twin day’s eyes
Or play with the golden everlasting 
stirred by the warmth of early sunrays,
I lay and rest on the grassy meadow
maybe shadowed by a swift cascade
or just by gentle kisses from a bloom
while the ruby moon and the stars fade. 
I will wander between three branches
And draw in a bark a heart and an arrow
With two names tangled like wild vine,
Until I reach the garden’s green marrow
To drink with you the sweet dewdrop
In a veiled blossom from heaven’s crop.  

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Beautiful Acacia

God’s most perfect gift

Oh, what perfect beauty
Like little yellow gems
Nestled midst those prickly leaves
Oh, how much love them
They sparkle in the morning sun,
And give my heart a lift
Oh that sweet Acacia
She’s Gods most perfect gift.

16 August 2013 @ 

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Boots buried deep in the ground
Boots concealed under mounds
Boots with shapes and restless frown
Boots marching underneath the ground 
camouflaging the heat of a cruel folly.
Boots of young women and little children
Lay indefatigably under the troubled ground
Sealing the fate of the sparsely populated town.
Just before dawn I drifted in a fiery doze
I found myself at the foot of an unfamiliar hill surrounded
by numerous dwellings wrapped up in the company of unknown people .
I started digging in a garden encircled by a mysterious plot
Gardens that have been watered and well kept
Conceal dark secrets exposing shadows of death
Gardens pruned and overgrown packed with
Spinsters’ boots and children abandon in their youth.
Boots that flourished in spring; boots bearing woeful tides
Remain deep under the earth waiting to be unearthed.
I digged and digged deep down in the ground
And exhume a boot knee length long and another
a quarter foot long; I showed them to my daring neighbor 
but neither of them had a rightful owner.
I suddenly appeared in a house at the foot of the hill
And a man of fine nature abruptly walked in,
He asked for buns, picked up some paper and said that he was
going to attend a meeting on top of the hill. 
Yet the mystery remains a puzzle in numerous gardens in 
A sparsely populated city on the outskirt of town.
                                                                          ©2014 Christine Phillips

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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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The last rose saying goodbye to love

Deep within a forest glade
grows a single beautiful fragrant rose
It's sweet aroma
floats upon a gentle summer breeze
from it's soft petals and folds.

But what makes this humble rose 
so special
is it's the last rose in the world to ever 

Such a rare precious flower
should be treated with tender loving care
but it loses it's once vibrant color
and fades and wilts  to brown
falling to the ground
only to be swept away
by a precarious turbulent wind
without the mere whisper of a memory
that it had ever existed
gone forever.

Peter Dome.2011.

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Night flowers

A night sky filled with perfume and hope
As blossoms and flowers pour out their scent
And tiny moth feet desperately grope
A night sky filled. With perfume – and hope
As the moths dodge the death of spidery rope
To deposit pollen currency, to spend every cent
A night sky filled – with perfume and hope
As dawn tears the sky, and the horizon is rent

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Cherry Blossoms

winter wind blows 
as cherry flowers bloom...
red fruits appear

CONTEST:" 1 Cherry Blossoms Haiku " sponsored by Black-eyed Susan.

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Winter blossom

Kanbotan blooming
a long life in the rice hut                                                                                              no hiding beauty

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Hearts and Flowers - Romanticism In Rime Royal

If roses alabaster white e'er deign
To cast in crystal eyes one purposed song,
Dare tenderly to grasp the bluest vein
O, golden tears, a reddened heart ere long.
For blown, a wind of breath, whisked far along
Does shimmer in all time stood silent--still,
And by the lunar light, a broken will.

Come morning, to the rose in bed, love spoke
A cantillation voiced in bluebird tongue
How doth thy petals rise with blood of oak?
How dost thy stem ascend the fairest rung?
On heights o' heaven hast the soul been hung
For all, for all, to bare no droplet spared
O Life, in alabaster love repaired.

- Aron Jacob

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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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With little regret they have left
flown upon the barest breeze
floated upon an updraft weightless.

Currents unseen have stirred the oval frames
formed in the early light of fragrant Spring
and lifted from the pistils core, the wing.

How high, beyond the branches they did fly
and float, upon the shred of taciturn air to ground
to lay in porcelain fragility upon the greenest grass.

They rest now, upon the pastures mossy green
and curl their edges inward, as do we all,
when left to lay ‘pon holy ground. 

Date: 1/23/13
Poet: Debbie Guzzi

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Hauki 4

A simple daisy
yet  exquisitely formed
white and gold abound

My blackbird follows
me around in the garden
cheerful tune emits

snowdrop  so lovely
you poke up your head through snow
 glistening snow white

a robin redbreast
tugged at a juicy worm
he was so pleased

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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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The Plight of the Bumble Bee

Hello, I am a buff-tailed bumble bee,
But in this fair and pleasant land, I’m dying.
Intensive farming methods, can’t you see ?
Do not provide the flowers for which I’m sighing.
The meadow’s gone, and were that not enough
The butterflies and moths are suffering too –
So many native plants you’re killing off;
Make no mistake, this will impact on you !
When you see me, ‘dozing’ in a flower,
I’m helping to produce the crops you need –
I zig-zag flower to flower and hour by hour
Transport the pollen to produce the seed.
	Be friendly, plant bee-friendly plants for me –
	I’ll buzz and be a hive of industry.

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The Tansy and the Tarragon

The tansy and the tarragon are sprouting in the lawn;
I can smell their pungent fragrance in the dewy after-dawn.
The crocus and the daffodils are prancing up the hill;
Their dresses all a-shimmer and their bodies never still.
The happy little bluebird is flitting all about
To find the perfect property to hang his shingle out.
The tulip swords are shining in the early morning sun,
And I thought I saw Br'er Rabbit havin' him some rhubarb fun.
It's spring and spring is glorious; brings the child right out of me. 
Makes me want to dance at midnight 'neath the budding apple tree.

April 10, 2014

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Whence dost this joy birth, hence with indecision for flourishing flower of prisms shine _ To find thy love, lost in heavenly gaze upon mountains gracious zenith I rest with my fare maiden of promise Dost not your spirit find curiosity fain grasp my hand to follow I reach in enchanted sunlight thither under bough's redolent breeze in silence, a song of nature begins to play _ Whence dost this joy birth, hence with indecision for flourishing flower of prisms shine, wherefore must I question

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Hardy Daffodils

    march winds toss  
    pretty yellow heads -
    daffodils bend in wind 

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My pen visioned spring

A vast ,babbling vast of green lush grass, 
 spread out on rocky mountains. 
Rays of sun light ,awaking slumbering buds, from a sleeping beauty.
Winds of tranquility shifting the images of the spring sky.
Ob-east Caterpillars crawl on the aged bark of trees, to hang.
To transform into a flying beauty. 
Flapping  its wings towards a flower to lay and rest. 
Both flower and butterfly complementing each others beauty,in a bonding image .Seen by the eyes .Standing, awestruck stillness . Dandelions picked from the earths ground to be blown,
for a desperate wish, to spring to reality. 
Birds cutting the infinite winds of the sky, 
baring worms in their beak. Bounty for an off spring. 
Children play, on the play grounds,releasing in to the air sounds of horse play.
 Mustangs of distant lands gallop free and wild.Yellow pollen filled antennas of  hibiscus pollinated by buzzing bumblebees.
A city filled with people complementing the weather,wearing sleeveless shirts. 
A unborn baby expected time of arival spring.From the moist soil of a mothers womb a baby springs.Many suffice in spring.From spring vibrant laughter springs.
Dead images of winter, spring forth and spring forth they shall.
Thanking words spring forth to the open spring weather, for favoring my land.
I hope not to ofend any other seasons, but for faviring the impecable spring I have my reasons.

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I love the symphony
of the flowers
which composes itself
after mid-winter showers;
though silent to ear,
it rings loud and clear
in the soul which holds
God's creation dear.

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Lotus Tree Exposed - Haiku

     Lotus Tree Exposed – Haiku

Lotus falls to earth  
To addictions harvesting

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Awakes My Garden

Seemingly, sudden,
Restful sleep all but over.

Wild tricolored Irises, vivid white, sun centered, Shasta Daisies,
And Cosmos of azures, fuchsias and buttery cups;
Babies breathing, eager to begin once again,
In order to forsake the bronze, soft textured crustiness 
Of the newly milled mulching caps, as they race for
The viewer and the gazer's glorious prize.

Even with a long and empty storehouse,
The beautiful bachelors and bachelorettes 
All remember how to drink
From natures vase,
And where to turn their faces
For one fleeting and lasting
Ray of purpose.


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My spirit longs for the breeze that the summer brings
My spirit longs for the birds who fill the heavens with beautiful song
My spirit longs for the smell of the flowers
My spirit longs for the breeze that the summer brings

My spirit longs for the sunrise and sunset
My spirit longs for the sweet tea my grandmother has perfected
My spirit longs for the sweet taste of freedom that comes only from summer
My spirit longs for the breeze that the summer brings.

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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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I love this time of year so much
as gentle shoots break through the ground
all around are signs of new life
soon colour will once more be rife

This is the time for patience
as the plants start to unfurl
their leaves bringing promise
of the sweet smelling flowers

And birds do sing so happily
as they feed their hungry chicks
no matter if the sun shines down
or the rain softly falls soaking all

The apples and plums swell up
giving promise of their sweet fruits
that pleasure still to come
everywhere you look life abounds

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Goethe's Path

The forest path meandered through the trees

ahead the silvery tinkling sound of water
there was also a murmuring drone of bees

slowly slithering away was a sleepy adder

Entering the pretty glade full of flowers

his senses lulled by the peacefulness
watching with joy the diving dippers

and a kingfisher preening its feathers

Onward through the leafy forest he strolled

over on the right there were many fissures
as breathing heavily he climbed up the wold

arriving at the huts of the wood dwellers

The high priest Druid Fire Dancer strode out

shouting welcome, come sit here by the fire 
there roasting over the fire pit were trout

people dancing to the sweet tunes of the lyre

written 06/30/2014

contest Goethe Stanza

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Hill And Mountain Talk

           Hill And Mountain Talk

Copper flowers quarried in the lower tundra
In sculpted form beneath the pebbly footing
Two giant mountains there to quarrel with each other
Who will occupy the lion’s share of space
One mountain insults the other to its face
Calls it a hill and asks it to leave the place
They stay for centuries, carving out the sky and sun with their jagged shapes
Copper flowers do just fine with moisture from the fog
And survive quite well between the hill and mountain
Who shade them beneath their faces, but feel their weight disgraced       

                                                           6/21/14 Hills are Alive With Poetry contest          

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Natures Treasures

Day lilies, dancing in a summer breeze;
orange stars against a backdrop of holly and roses; 
such pleasures cloak my garden.

Nature’s treasures are year round pleasures; 
bobbing around to wave, hello.

Springtime tulips dance with irises and poppies, 
while roses take up the slack
with hyacinths and summer straw flowers.

White yucca blooms, clad in lily-bandannas, 
stand tall beside a garden gate; 
sentries on duty.

Such treasures; colorful pleasures; 
make the heart, join in the dance.

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How proud your stamen stands
With crown of pollen gold
Erupting from your petals
What beauty I behold
Your leaves upwards pointing 
To your Maker in the sky
I stand transfixed, oh Lily
To paint you I must try
But how to find the palette
To mix the colours true
Will be a task to try me
Only perfection will do
For pollen I’ll use sunshine
Your petals driven snow
Some envy your leaves to colour
For your stem the earth will go
But to achieve your beauty
You really should be there
Growing in my garden
So I can stand and stare

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Chrysanthemums Birth

Chrysanthemums Birth 

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

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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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Not Unlike a Daffodil

Feet firmly planted
    Face turned to the sun
Glowing like the daffodils
    Growing wild along the road

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Jonquil Bulbs

Over the
Next hill
Quietly resting
Underneath the
Icy ground
Lay the jonquils.

Unscathed by
Long winter days
Bearing the promise of 

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Ms Red Rose

From germination, a seed spreads into a flower; 
A beauty queen blooms to bedazzle the senses ; 
Her oval shaped hip bares sweet smelling fruits; 
Her Long slender stems lend a tall structure;
Nominated as the flower of the hearts, 
The apple of the eyes, 
A prominent star awaiting to be plucked;
But wait a minute, a voluptuous rose bares sharp thorns?;
Evidently, a defensive wall capable of drawing blood;
Has a flower's beaming optimism evolved to became fallacious?
Or was she more than often delivered to broken promises;
The ills to thy red shaped heart she so long mourned;
The injustice done to thy unconditional love thou shalt know;
Heaven hath no rage, like love turn'd to hatred;
Nor Hell hath no sharp thorns, like a flower scorned;
Do handle her wisely so not to gash red;
Scars suggests that thy have bled;
A slave enternally to her sweet aroma;
Forever more in a love lust coma;
This is a curious and mystical case of a gorgeous red rose

By Hussein Farah

Written 12/22/2011

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I save you day

I save you day from the night
I save you from the shadows
I save you from the nightmares
I save you by taking my time

Even time takes time
As the light needs the sun

I beg the clouds to stop for a while
And stare at me
And start to figure out 
What shape I will turn in to
While I am running beneath 
Just like I do when I look at them
When they float above me
Up in the sky

Even time takes time
As the mother needs the son

I beg the flowers
To embrace me and breathe me in
And I want them to wonder
 Where this sweet sense of smell was made
In what kind of heaven
The first, fourth or seventh
Just like I do to them
When I smell their fields of paradise

Even time takes time
Just like the day needs the night

I save you day from the night
I save you from the shadows
I save you from the nightmares
I save you by taking my time

Here, in these moments, in these seconds

I save you day

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Color burst

Kaleidoscope fields; 
wild flowers in bloom
Poppies dance their reels; 
thought there’s not much room.

Floral canvas palette;
soaking up some sun.
Nature has such talent; 
her colors never run.

Mother Earth births beauty; 
but secrets, she will keep.
With offspring’s fruity flavors; 
for joy, the taste buds leap.

Scenes like this, induce great bliss.
Thank the Earth, for her soft kiss.

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A Trip through Winter

Even in our winter season the soul of the coming year bursts through hard thick frost,
Even in high piles of purest white snow, buds grow for our future of the next summer,
Blow flowers stir and seeds my mind with flowers of the rarest beauty of our nature,
It is a miracle of this world a characteristic of not understanding natures jigsaws.

Every leaf every little flower and grain will enrich the earth to sustain its many needs,
It would take too long to enumerate all the flowers, buds the insects in each new year,
A Christmas rose expands its white chalice undaunted by the sharpest of crystal frosts,
It blooms amid overwhelming wreaths of snow and the hardest ground but it never fails.

In the valleys of high mountains the ground is covered with these hardy beautiful flowers,
January has a dear old favorite and my old friend the snowdrop a delicate mighty force,
White aconites, the white leaved colts foot flower grow in the milder months of our winter,
In the woods and hedges insects begin to recommence active life under barks of old trees.

Every advancing day presents us with a fresh and cheering symptom of a clean new spring,
Hedge sparrows and the thrush begin to sing, wren pipes lay, we see a golden crested wren,
Blackbirds whistle and linnets gather and little lambs appear in cold snow covered fields,
The house sparrow, a bold courageous bird, renews his brisk chirping a challenge to cold.

So when we look through white frosted panes of spun glass and look across winter countryside,
When we moan we are bored but it is too cold to take a walk or play in the clear open air,
When we come home from working and complain that their feet are wet, cold and badly wrinkled,
Nature is busy getting her armies together to make meadows wonderful and glades beautiful.

There is no season without a witness of a higher greatness which I cannot understand,
In the cold iron depth of winter nurtures the whole vegetation of our future summer,
Like germs of faith and hope in the heart of man that cannot and must not ever fail,
Little buds grow on a bough, corn peeks from frozen earth, nature has moved a mountain.

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Look out your window

look Out your window. 
By Ian Van D. Chandler

We all look for infinities,
In this artichoke world. 

	Above mistaken me.
	There are pleasant humming bees.
       settled to watch so far up, 
		yet, I’m here. Just away. 

we had walked between the gardens,
	finding a following foot print,
to where we’d been.
Though here I go. 
At the waves, I looked both ways,
these nowheres, leave everyone alone. 

Look and see, as I stand here with my chisel.

I swim for the largest tide, floating to the deepest hole.
But reminded of all the scars,
every itch,
all the splinters,
etched on all driftwood. 

in the walls, I know they’re always there. 
Losing what I’d known, stepping on every flower.

	It’s losing the child in the rustic play ground,
		to the crying for the bark. When you run away,
when the grass welds to the shaking hand,
for a moment every bugs’ awake,
think for the tree branch, that sheltered you in the rain. 

Utter to scratches on the glass. Smudging over my only clouds.

between the forth, so passed gone, together I’ll be,
so follow me gone. 
         The letters where, no matter what I’d be:
		A sketched boy,
		the erasing man,
			together apart, left for more. 
There oh’ there. 
Beyond the sill, 


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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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Arizona Spring

The honeysuckle nectar is gathered with a buzz Cactus flowers perform their sweet encore, just because Sandals tip toe in short skirts, so busy are the eyes Spilling ink are poets, minding minds of the wise Love is in the air breezing through limbs and leaves Newlyweds sniffing with mouths under dancing trees Spring has sprung and love is singing everywhere While country clocks crawl and standing still is Time Square

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Saw the sun rise
And a pink rose did bloom
Butterflies  outside still just play
This morning is so bright and very nice
The sun is warm but air is cool
And birds in the trees sing
Fall's almost here

Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000


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Always Be Careful Darling...
Even Flowers Get Hopeless
In July
Kindness Leaves Many
Only Pansies Question
They Usually Vie
With Xtra Yielding Zinnias.

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Golden Blooms

   golden blooms
   ready to burst -
   highland gorse

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Reflections of Joy

I wish I could have a flower garden of iris'
Of blooming iris flowers,
With canaries and other swooping birds
Feather to feather, to fly above,
As I sit perched,
Only distance carries my thoughts.
Below, a catacomb of surface,
Blooming an age of wisdom and growth.
We live what we learn, 
Of our heart's desire.

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Petal Butterflies

Minuscule flutters,
White wings flapping through the day:
Petals in the breeze.

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Sakura's favourable conditions

Hannah under cloudy                                                                                                   pink tree petals drop like snow                                                                                     winter passed peace

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Show of Splendor

Sitting on a riverbank 
minding its own business 
looking very pretty in its summer dress of symmetry 
Catching my eye with its golden petalled blossom 
Nodding very happily among the coronopus 
Putting on a show of splendor just for me 
How can I not love this simple gesture 
God in his wisdom great and fearful 
Created this perfect little plant to make the world more joyful

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Colors Hold The Flowers Tight

      Colors Hold The Flowers Tight

Here we are again once again
Before the same actions as before
Fragrances of the myriad of flowers
That come and go before us, yet never change
In the fading scent and sense we make of time
In that vault we cannot open on nature’s game
Our garden grows again once again like us
Cultivating and up-earthling old ways
Not always going on in the same direction
But always towards the sun
Being in accord with one another
Never made us the same one 
The myriad of colors hold the flowers tight
They take on the same brevity of purpose
Stopped again once again after season falls
Wanting no more
And wanting to do just that

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The Beautiful Weed

Nothing more than a simple weed
As far as the flowers go
A bashful beauty from a windblown seed
Who catches the early show

Its beauty shines before the sun comes up
Admired by the moon
It paints the earth with beautiful colors
But leaving way too soon

It lives its life while tethered together
Like a chaingang on a vine
But one by one it starts to bloom
Before the sun can shine

For a flower that's not a flower at all
But enchanting to me indeed
There's nothing like the morning glory
The world's most beautiful weed

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Queen of the Hedgerow

The absolute surprise of your face
brings joy to the Spring in snow’s place.
The royal, velveteen, purple hues
glorify the chill morning dew.

England, bonnie England, Buckinghamshire
birthed the little flower of my hearts desire.
Whether Johnny-jump-up or Pied Heart’s Ease
these colorful dickens cause nary a sneeze!

Tiny faces peek from hedgerows and bushes
making our flower beds look oh, so luscious.
A grand variety of Russian yellow or white
each and every wee monkey a rare delight.

So, to you dear Pansy I say, “Hip Hip Hurray!”
May there ne’r come a Spring you’re not on display!

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Kiss of Sunshine

a roses moisture licked by the lips of the sun
blooming feverishly in the love of the light
metabolizing it's generosity warming it's core
tantalized, the flower knows no bounds

basking in the spheres' line of sight
utilizing it's tender touch of security
sharing the space occupied by the soft rays
hypnotized, the rose reaches upward

leaning timidly towards the kiss of the sun

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Beauty Surrounds

Beauty Surrounds
June 27, 2011

See the wonders of the world
As they pass to us unfurled
Such an amazing light
Sun shining so bright
Flying on the wing
Hear the birds sing
The grass so green
Such a sight has you ever seen
The lilies in bloom
Orange hue in their flume
I see stars in my head
Of the roses so deeply red
The crate myrtles so pink 
They cause me to blink
Birds sitting in the trees
Catching the cool summer breeze
Dogs continually play
Let them stay and have their way
The fluffy clouds so high
Up, up high in the sky
The trees they sway
In the wind they play
The magnolia blooms
The beautiful pearly white flumes
The scent so pungent
So sweet to the smell
The bees they separate
Jump from flower to flower to pollinate
God’s wonderful earth
Created for our birth
We shall begin again
From now until the end

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I shut off years and seasons scrolls their lineage

Frozen winter, 
Swollen summer,
Bare autumn and 
The Vintage Spring

Grass grows emeralds and sun pours Gold
Whole the color-fan Peacock can hold
The blue blue sky mesmerizing the Pond
Mercury waves weaving perfect bond 

The color spreads in rainbow…
A straight forward ray is scattered I know.
The buds opening petals to grow and glow.

Who plays Piano in a perfect tune?
My Heart Jumps and slides through vales and dunes
Bliss flows thorough, eyes become moist
Every drop of tear is re-birth of Christ.

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Now like startled flowers

The hailstones pounded the window
as violently,as if they had minds
bent on killing;soldiers in rows and ranks rushing onwards;
as each fell another and another took its place.
Cold and mathematical they had a simple precise force and geometry.
Into this warlike scene,floated two white butterflies
Crossing and recrossing the spaces between the hail
they followed a random path;now apart
Their unplanned,loving dance leads to mating, procreation and a future
while the hailstones can only die.
Seems sometimes fragile freedom is more productive
than the fierce mechanical modern world can imagine.
I see the butterflies now like startled flowers
hunting for the sun

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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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I saw a flower standing in a garden,
With petals that time had hardened.
Yet its beauty endured,
And my lonesome heart by it was allured

She stood firmly defying time and wounds,
Her beauty sang to me the loveliest tunes.
As I approached it I could see her fear,
For my intentions to her were unclear.

With the softest touch I took it,
With care and love I watered it.
With time her petals and wounds healed,
And with a kiss our love was sealed.

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May Flower

May Flower
 Have you ever seen a May flower dance?
 They way it moves and repeats its smooth stance.
 Lovely pink petals shinning in the light,
 Something about this flower feels so right,
 and I've decided yet again I've found
 A source of inspiration from the ground
 Of thousands of reasons reminding me,
 that my girl is precious sight to see.
 Thus I shall set aside many hours,
 for loving my precious may flower.

Details | Senryu | |

Sky and flowers

A wonderful sky
sun colors pair and roses
the lovely flowers 

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Golden Glowing Biscuits

            Golden Glowing Biscuits

Eohippus at the dawn of history rides off the earth
His son the dawn horse rides out on the day
First through a lush field of heather up ahead
Guided by shifting westward winds
Then over the hills of clover running to the cliff
Down labyrinths of canyons crooked paths
Past the canna, columbine and hollyhock bursts of reds
There, just over long green grasses beyond the pastures
The animal takes a break
Relieves himself, releases golden biscuits to the earth
Which aid the fertile fields to grow and flourish

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Sea of red poppies

A sea of red poppies waving
under a clear blue 
azure sky
takes my breath away
and makes me sigh
Lost in their simplicity
and beauty.

Peter Dome.copyright.2013. July.

Details | I do not know? | |

Pretty Flower on a Lonesome Walk

In the twilight of a Summer day
In a barren place far, far away
I came upon a yellow flower among the rocks and scree

Through great strain she pushed through the stones
..and in this blight she made a home
She made me smile as I looked down and she looked up at me

A thing of beauty so misplaced
No palace garden or jeweled case
Just me and her out in the wastes, what is, but shouldn’t be

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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 | Personification | |

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

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Flower Song

Late evening, I waved my bye to the train 
In the railways, I saw a lonely flower in the rain
Dancing in wind fragile, frail and alone
The rest of her siblings must have been gone 

Alone with confidence she smiles in light
glimmering stars, her friends in night 
Four or Five who pass her wonders and stop
For they knew the value of beautiful in shop

I am home, Sitting under the tree with my pen
Trying to put my thought, just like other men
It will be soon morning, there will be sun
The flower will smile delightfully with fun
She will be praised soon, It won't take long
Garden or Rails her home, She owns her flower song !

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Sweet Temptation

Curly fringes of yellow Roses Nestled deep in Garden’s clutch Tug insistent upon bumblebee noses Teasing them in with temptress touch Covert trade… Golden pollen for golden nectar In transaction to them known not as such With siren song and no hint of hector A touch of sweetness…but not too much

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Just A Little Sip

the golden moth lights upon clustered white blossoms sipping sweet nectar

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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,

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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’.

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Dog Flowers

Common as the sparrow
A friend of the Yarrow
It's the flower that flies
When you pluck out its eyes
Wherever it goes
It tickles your nose
And stands on its head
When it is dead
Yellow and gay
As a summer day
This flower of mine
Brews a great wine--
the dapper dandelion!

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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~

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Two estranged species of flora bud in shared soil
Where a photosynthetic dazzle prompts emotional pollination
By any other color, an infestation is unaffected,
The inspired beauty falls away and wilts beyond time

A dance in a determined wind,
Storms of petals reach from the meadow across the hill
While the symphony of daybreak’s mysticism awakens the world,
A faded flower entangles itself in a foreign stem

The smaller soon enough towers in its own right
What deformation can present itself in an aftermath?
There is no forest obscuring the breeze,
For a dandelion dubbed a weed

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Mother natures displays

Vast arrays of mother natures displays.

Flowers so stunningly bright, natures

Colours so bold adding a touch
of warmth to a world some what cold.

Swirling colours caught in a stirring breeze,
it's a hypnotic sway that is bound to please.

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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.

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Winsome Heather (paradelle)

As the wind tosses winsome heather
As the wind tosses winsome heather
In the currents of an airy sea
In the currents of an airy sea
In the currents of winsome heather
The wind tosses as an airy sea

The senses filled with scent of  sweet breeze
The senses filled with scent of sweet breeze
On the wind is sweet flower perfume to tease
On the wind is sweet flower perfume to tease
Sweet scent; on wind is perfume to tease
Senses filled with the flower breeze

Inhale the gust; seize it as a beautiful memory
Inhale the gust; seize it as a beautiful memory
Capture this winsome heather memory forever
Capture this winsome heather memory forever
Inhale the gust; capture a winsome  memory

Capture the wind in memory , 
One gust is a perfume tease 
This sweet scent of flower inhale, seize
as it tosses winsome heather 
on the beautiful  breeze; 
Senses filled with the currents of an airy sea forever.

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Painted Summers

                                    Crystal morning light,neon bright
                                      bluing morning summer skies
                    beneath its expanse,cool,shore cleansing ocean intides
                                 gold dabbled sun,verdant meadows,
                                         pink flower pedal speckles
                                             littered orchard fields
                                    pastel blossoms ,summer's yield
                 blend with sanguine pedals that bled and congealed
                          its bright colors bled into flower beds
                             summer's past tranquility framed
                              my surroundings seem the same
                          this mirror painting tells an accurate tale
                                       silent morning's crystal veil
                       nurtured meadows where shadows pale
          cooled dewed blue grass,where brilliant gem colors clash
                            in the distance dark overtones shown
                 painted in colors glib,where daylight once roamed
                    contrast with morning's crystal bright skylight
                    as night begins and its dark sky colors blend
                       nature's presents cloaked by night's presence
                                        tranquility its essence

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Here Comes Spring- Flower Song

The flower is happy, the flower is healthy
it’s a period of balance to life and beauty
a pivot of equilibrium reached between cold and heat
a climatic character full of comfort and peace
resting from its extremes, refreshed by showers
life from withered to fresh, because spring is here.

Nature now puts on its default make up
with the launching of sprouting colourful petals
the human sight is painted so green,
fertility and nourishment having a re-awakening
the flower merrys through its colours
and greatly prides on its nectar
life is never dead only revolves in cycles
yet again, proven in this period of spring.

For the poetry contest "Flower song"
sponsored by Rick Parise

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On Chantrelles

In the mountains, 
where the berries grow;

Hides a treasure, 
some friends may know;

Among the summer flowers’ leaves,
Are golden treasures such as these;

If I could choose where I will lie,
When it is time for me to die;

Then let it be a quiet place, 
That these fair beauties yearly grace.

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deciduous bush mop head pom-pom flower buds infusion of leaves
rhododendron shrub leaves are spirally arranged true perennial
sore cherry blossoms pussy willow fluffy buds coming of prosperity

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Spatterdock Croquet

When Nature frees the lotus
   (This year's debut emergence)
      From their sleeping seeds,
   When they begin to cress the surface,

I shall stand with broadened smile,
   My heart's joy augment threefold;
      And when the lillies burst
   In galvanic evening's gold,

If the expansion of elation
   Don't mean I'm likely doomed
      To laugh so hard confined
   In the vaulted night perfumed

And if I don't spit out my life
   When the lillies shoot their seeds
      And no tremors shall have seized my heart
   Nor Death, my ticket, heeds:

When Cold caresses the membranes,
   Bringing the lillies to rot and break,
      Bowing down before the wind,
  Their thirst, face down, to slake,

They later will be frozen 
   On the very coldest day,
      Bent into the wickets
   Of Spatterdock Croquet.

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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.

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Pretty Lady In Her Pink

            Pretty Lady In Her Pink

Rain drifted left to avoid the flower in the pink dress
The collision was inevitable though
Roots pulled at the wet drops like magnets in that direction
Nature does not think about such things
It drinks in life with a vengeance, tenacious, obstinate
Friendly tiny flower only wants the best
A simple drink to make it pretty
It yearns to be a gift for a young lady
Still virgin in her pink, in her nudity 

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Exploding Flowers

            Exploding Flowers

Spring is a mine field filled with exploding flowers
Blood reds and yellows shoot forth to score the land
Seeds have no brains to think of
Such things are beyond their grasp
Broadcasting themselves about on random wind
Sharing life with natures chirping birds
Roots hid in bunkers, their truth, their beauty
Underworld, motionless, in brown earth and gravel
Waiting for the sun or rain to call their name
Soon, along green grass, emergencies arise
Bright colors climbing from within
On veracious vines, hungry to find out 
They take the ground by storm
March over barren lands, spreading brilliance 
Conquer the new dawn day in light
Trees are above, on top of things in spring
Always there to cast a perfect shadow
On shady characters in disguise
Flowers rise, simply sit there pretending to be shy
Looking pretty, flushed with color  
Exploding with an orgasm of seeds 
All the while smiling on the care free breeze

*(This poem is not for the Flower contest.  It is simply for pleasure.)

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The Copper House

Still, on a bench, watching eyes inquired
To the heights of Brakeman’s Hill
That on its rounded peak 
Poised a bright copper house
And held the company 
Of a strong oak tree
It bore a twisted truck 
And roots of valiant display
The fallen leaves made swollen stumps 
As squirrels used them to play

An old man of grey 
And a young man tall
Stood looking keen in front 
Of the east copper wall
They stood in their suits 
Passing a will between
They took haste down the hill 
Through rotten wood and brush
Over flower patches that lay dead 
Passing whispers that bid hush

By a days cycle crop 
Matthew and I
Remained on the bench,
Watching the sky
And then, in a dark hour before dawn
The spance released a beam of light 
As if an impending star spoke
Of a purple shekel so bright
That shimmered in blue 
As the tail of a kite

We dashed to see 
Upon what land it fell
And sure enough 
On Brakeman’s hill
So with a glance of agreement 
We journeyed up that way
In hopes to discover 
What mystery portray
Half in a trail, we halt, and bow
For a silhouette shown forth
Approaching the place of abode  

It appeared to be a lady 
Around her thirtieth year
Her hair of almond ash, tied back in a bun
Her cloth of linen and laces undone
She carried a basket and a suitcase of paisley
While an ivory sheep dog in collar, carried two a daisy 

They entered the copper gate 
And rested in the yard
Until a rumbling of earth put them on guard
Then before our very eyes 
We saw that impending star brew 
And up from the ground
The copper house, split in two
The women and the dog 
Seemed to be collect
Even drawing from her suitcase 
Personal affects 

She strewn them about- blankets of braid 
To every line providing shade
For now the morning was warming
No time to lose- so we decided to meet her
On a whim and fuse
At the top she met us
And lead us through
The rooms of copper
Which vineyards rapidly grew
We tasted fruits 
We had not known
Then from afar 
Other children shown 
Though the suns gleam
 all with little smiles 
Some sat and giggled 
Others climbed the twisted oak tree
The place becoming, a home to the free 

At the end of the day, 
We took haste down the hill
Over flower patch blossoms 
Through moss and wooded lush
Passing laughter so hearty
Yielding, many cheeks a blush

Matthew and I 
Filled to the brim
Agreed for tomorrow 
To meet again

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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.

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Tussilago Farfara, Or Coltsfoot

In waste places beside the road Coltsfoot grows in fertile till. A smallish flower no higher than a toad Its habitat seems to fit the bill. Not expecting a flower in this land Odd brown scales clasp its stalk. Skunk cabbage neighbors in its sand And makes a "feller" stop and gawk.. Leaves not unlike the hoof of a colt Hence the name, Colts-foot, you know. The first flower in spring to bolt And a weed that escapes my hoe. By any name, it's still a weed.

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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.

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The Flower Essence Cure

Do flower essences cure

Flower essences made from
Edible flowers are safer.
Cover in a glass with pure 
water and position in direct
sunlight for a few hours.
The warmth of the sun extracts
the essence from the flowers
into the water.
Wella,you have flower essence!

Unless preserved,this essence 
stays fresh for only a day.
Dr. Edward Bach's research
was the inspiration.

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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

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Here Comes Spring

One lonely jonquil bows her timid head.
From earth and rain her slender leaves are fed.
Then, sunlight peeks upon the shaded site.
Sun offers warmth from snowy chills of night.

As days grow long and springtime tiptoes near,
The woodland fairies giggle while they dance.
Sweet violets spread their blossoms without fear.
For posies soon shall usher in romance.

In full array the meadow colors burst.
The leprechauns bring magic as rehearsed.
Wild flowers spreading, decorate the Earth.
Where shamrocks grow, good fortune will disperse.
The butterflies and bees with nectar sing.
The ground hog sees no shadow; here comes spring.

Copyright February 27th, 2014

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  Here Comes Spring (Flower Song )
Sponsor Rick Parise

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I picked a flower of blue
Delicate and fine
I filled it with love
I filled it with sunshine,
and gave it to you
Each petal
Spoke of my love
Softest scent
Each leaf of green
Let you know
All that was meant
I picked a flower for you
Filled a heart
That was so blue
Turned into
A glowing sun
Now you know
That love and light
In you...

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Shadows lengthen, 
rust red deepens 
This dune, 
hidden soon 

Night to take 
This flower lake 

Namaqua sand 
Namaqua land 

Daisy yellow 
Namaqua mellow 

Dawn sky brightens 
Daisy colour lightens 
Flowers awake, 
on this vast flower lake 

Dusty land 
Daisy land 

Daisy yellow 
Namaqua mellow 
Flowers showing 
Daisy yellow flowing 

Vast blue african sky 
Namaqua daisy flourishes 
Rich red earth 
African rain nourishes 

Namaqua blue skies 
The yellow daisy lies 
This vast flower lake 
To make your heart ache 

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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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A Human Falter

A beautiful blade of grass, gleaming of a sad dew sits on the ground accompanied by many.
All are casual, some soft, some dry, 
Yet all so plain and simply satisfying.
The human touch does not hesitate to fall on them,
As they curl and deteriorate,
But a force so powerful takes them on.
A dry tired weed lays on the ground,
Blooming of a yellow powder.
It is dusty, but simply beautiful.
The children come out to play, gentle at their touch.
The weed is picked by the soft hands of the interested,
Still innocent only to be left, 
With the collection of common blades.
Oh, so beautiful.

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Random flower

random flower of mine
I ask you to bloom today
random flower of mine
show those colorful petals

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Silt Blue Woman

On the slick cement porch of my Grandfather's house,
I saw the deepest blue flower across from the red dirt road.
Embraced in viney branches, it slowly opened and revealed
A woman with blue silt skin, crowned with colorful flowers.
She was beautiful and had many arms like an eastern goddess.
She was enormous but perfectly voluptuous.  Her naked skin 
Shimmered in the sun with moistened mica.  She lay in repose 
Like a new born and slowly opened her eyes and spoke to me.

"Come in my arms and lie with me.  Come lie with me now."

"No," I said.  

Then her anger kindled, and her sensual call turned murderous
And she quickly demanded it once again with a most gigantic voice,
And her blue eyes became black firey opals.  I froze at the sight
As she writhed in lust, hatred and amazement at my refusal.
I feared she would kill me, but the blue petals were prison bars.
The viney branches were her chains, and the flower slowly shut.
Her torment quietened back in repose as her blue eyes closed,
And the silt blossom retracted into the woods under the moon light.

(A dream I had several years ago)

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Your beauty is as delicate as a precious flower
Petals stand strong, vibrant like your outer soul
The warmth and caring provides the nourishment 
that the flower needs
And the love is what makes the flower bloom abundantly

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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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Golden flower, 
in sweet mountain air 
How do you fare? 

This air so pure, 
a natural high 
Sweet golden flower 
to you I must fly 

Nestled in mountain stone, 
sweet golden flower, 
all alone 

Only I can see, 
its beauty 
This mountain I comb, 
looking for its home 
For I am the honey bee 

Golden flower 
Hidden in stone, 
far I must roam, 
to find its home 

High I must fly, 
to detect its presence 
Pure mountain air 
Golden flower 
Spreading its golden essence 

Rock of grey, 
sweet golden flower, 
draws me in 
with its irrisistable power 
Drink I may 

This I search 
in the sweet mountain air 
Among silver birch 
Sweet golden flowers 
among stone towers, 
How do you fare? 

Sweet mountain air, 
full of golden presence 
Sweet golden flower, 
spreading its essence 

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There’s this flower in my garden
But I didn’t plant there, you see
It stands alone among the others
As if it were meant for only me
It stands so proud, so tall, yet wild
It smells so great and sweet
That flower growing wild in my garden
Remains this gardener’s treat

Of brightest colors, unwavering stem
It is a type I do not know
But love, yes I love to watch this flower
As in this world, it grows

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The flower I picked for you.... 
Covered in dew 
This new 
I give too 

The flower I picked for you 
My love 
The colour... 
All in blue 

Morning dew..... 
I thought of you 
Fresh and clean 
This flower, I have seen 

The flower I picked for you..... 
At early light 
So full of morning dew.... 
So full of delight 

Morning dew, 
clean and pure 
Holds such allure....... 
On flowers of blue 

Morning dew 
This flower...for you 
Fresh blue 
My love too 

Morning dew........... 
Touching you 
Clean and pure 
Holding such allure