Spring menu of snowdrops, daffodils, dandelion, crocus and anemones
Each color blossoms the beauty swaying inside a breeze dancing thoughts
The image of spring changed colors roaring never thought my heart might burst
Within waves blowing kisses warmly touching the chambers endless bliss
The moment the sun draws the mist from the sea to the skies feels magical
Your footprints on deep sands fluttering wings of an angel beaming sunshine
Under the wing of an angel you will find safety, happiness and beauty
held within a gasping breath your love true and complete beautiful
Written by Liam Mcdaid & A-L Andresen
Holding you inside one fragile beautiful flower blossoming dream
Sweet you are my love painting words breathtaking within all wishes
Silvery streak of moonlight shimmering a star
only now I read between the lines trailing thoughts
How can you ask someone to stop loving without care
an impossible task even for the hardest of hearts
If I were the last person on this planet sunshine through clouds
that's how it draws to me you're asking me not to love you
Misery likes company cuts deeper than a knife wounds beauty
never was the answer to love in our friendships face
As I entered the garden the scents enticed
rampant rose blossom the arches fenced.
Cascading aromatic blossoms greeting me
amidst the climbers were the sweet pea.
In the centre stood the patio so glamorous
sparkling bubbles of champagne so amorous.
Tickling the throat buds saturated with scent
from the tumbling blossoms as they descent.
Blood stream and breath full of roiling bubbles
and past swish the gentry parading in couples.
Raise your glasses in a toast as friends are wed
laughing, knowing they will all too soon be in bed.
Ah what a perfect day in this romantic garden
bubbles and blossoms tumbling as skies darken
Blossoms and bubbles never somniferous
mixed together they are becoming toxiferous.
contest Blossom and Bubbles
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
In a magical forest among the purple ice plants
the queen fairy floats by inside a bubble and chants
"Come to me all fairy lights and play softly among your flutes"
hundreds of fairies fly to her in a great multitude they swoop
Soft music from the fairies make the flowers start to sway
bending low and high reaching for the sky they splay
The flowers bouncing each bubble with a fairy inside
giving each a beautiful and peaceful joy ride.
Such a romantic place on a beach in Monte Carlo
Simple little things in life catching one's breath
Moonlight glinting of waves breaking off a white sandy beach
Faraway thoughts brown eyes crying in an ocean dream song
Spell of romance makes one forget the sense of anything
Silent whispers echoes binding our chain together tides speak
Do you remember the white doves that followed us along the beaches
Each link in your arm magic walks closer feelings sing inside a joyous choir enchants
Nature nurtured by the desire to fulfill dreams makes time stop
Holds deep sea emotions a galloping white steed races home in warm waves kiss
The natures mesmerizing perfume of fragrant flowers
Where destiny paints the joy in butterflies dance on a warm loving breeze
Such is the passion in the depths of ones soul
Jewels needle vision flies without wings heaven sings in a spiral coloring rainbows
No barriers closed no reasons withstand
The midnight moon shades blue embraced one shadow two become one dream
A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and Anne-Lise Andresen
I have found it at last
Flower told in legends past
Its color vibrant as gold
My furry body it will hold
I have had no color since my birth
This is the only color left on Earth
Its yellow beauty is so bright
Brighter than the noon sun’s light
Now on my flower I must feed
The flavor-filled pollen it will bleed
This is for a picture Abe Lopez asked me to write a poem on from Raul Moreno's pictures
I am a red red rose
A beauty to behold
My texture captivates
My scent invigorates
Petals, a velvet red
Coverings for your bed
Leaves an emerald garb
That hide the hidden barb
Though thorns be on my stem
Touch me, ignoring them
Please, handle me with care
Dethorned, my beauty bare
I am a red red rose
Your passion for me grows
Rose water from me drips *
And wets your precious lips
I beautify your soul
My presence makes you whole
I am a red red rose
Eileen Manassian Ghali
PS...A different take on Robert Burns famous Poem, A Red Red Rose.
*By the way, rose water is used in many desserts in Lebanon. One of my favorites, Mouhalabieh, a white custard that is topped with syrup and pistachios, contains rose water. Yummy....Let your mind run riot with that one! :)
In Amber Shade
It’s almost March and Spring will come
To brighten daises in the sun,
As tinted buds around my gate
Will soon wear garlands, I await.
Then daybreak radiates to spray
Each perfumed cheek while beams display
Fresh golden blooms so lemon-bright;
In yellow tones...such rare delight.
Oval-shaped leaves unfurling now
Infusing highlights through the bough,
Adorning a crown of flowers
In amber shade from dazzling hours.
When hues of morn begin to croon
Their rhythm to cycle’s fortune
Oh daisies in the sun, I’ll hear
The lambent glow of Spring’s premiere!
Colours Contest of Shadow Hamilton
She presses her nose to the window pane
Softly a sky unrolls and pours out the rain
Bright gold –ram letters formed insignias
This flower shop belongs to Mrs Cynthia
Come in come in, you carbunculus child
Touch her petals, yes she has reconciled
To the ration of her floral healing power
She is yours, and I gift her for the hour,
Little silver bells ring light by open door
Permeates of heaven raising off the floor
We live have our being then we are no more
Just like the Rose when she opens to the core
It takes planning, a graveled path, herb sets
to create a heavenly perfume
some time around bloom time
excess pruned down by a third and hung.
We see a bit of the hanging God then
in the silky down of lavender, thyme
offer homage of pressed violets,
golden suns of marigold as tune of awe.
The mincing of the mints is heavenly
as candy, sharp peppermint, mellow lemon balm,
the bedding down of chamomile, poppy maw,
the spiral sweets and gingered leaves of geranium
shavings of orris root, too many iris anyway
so free them all and set the scent create a smelly sum.
Add carnation stars, sticky sweet hollows of fennel
to tell the men, here is where the women live
won’t you remember your marjoram, your rosemary
with the pots on to boil, or laying head on crisp sheets and sigh.
It all takes planning, to decorate, alleviate, scent
create the corners of a life. Let’s go set the herbs.
Then breathe in the heavenly scent of potpourri lent
as offering, homage to all the plenty wonder of our lives.
There in a bed of petals rests
The latest blooms burst from their nests
Beneath the trees in even's shade
Those nodding flowers dipped and swayed
And one more tender petal fell
The coloured bed of scents to swell
I'll rest me in this quiet shade
'Till sunset's glow does quickly fade
And rest me in these petals sweet
No kingly throne made greater seat
From thence the view I shall survey
The setting sun, the flowers gay
And if, perhaps, I then should tire
I'd follow this, my heart's desire
And there upon that petalled bed
I'd rest my weary, happy head
Perfumed by fragrance from the ground
To go where pleasant dreams abound
Written for the contest by the same name. First Place.
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.
Moonflowers are night-blooming dwellers,
perfect for night owls and late night strollers.
Passed by on the street with a glance or a stare.
Forgot in a moment; Why would I care?
Roaming the night feeling your soul bleed.
Always alone with your shame and your need.
Shying away from the suns warm glow.
A wounded child unable to know.
The glorious flower hiding inside.
Yearning to burst with color and pride.
Who tends the garden sowing the seed?
Feeding and trimming and tending all need.
With his love and his word the flower will bloom.
Glorious color bursting forth from the gloom.
Unto the sky the flower will raise.
Full of joy, full of laughter, full of praise.
Copy write 2011
Russell H Smith
Aberdevines disperse in woods encouraging the leaves to shine
while skies will open to reflect the nature's wisdom and design.
© G. V. 06-14-2013
Fuscia bells tinkle with pollen for busy bees to attain
Making sure next summer the bells will ring again
Contest : loving summer. 13/06/2013
sunshine is blazing down, flowers sweetly fragrant
Waft on gentle breezes through the beds so vibrant
contest: Loving Summer 06/13/2013
some flowers bloom within days of planting
others not for years—or with stunted timing
only God ordains the beauty of His creations
manifested in different ways and formations
early ‘bloomers’ will habitually frustrate us
discouraged- Gods plans remain anonymous
we grow impatient with the changing seasons
deliberating His timing to reveal His reasons
ignoring valuable lessons of diverse planets flora
some seem to flourish, while others become poorer
several live decades, sadly a few for mere minutes
does God have his hand on us all without any limits?
assuming, concluding-- all reasons for His delay
possibly-- perhaps sin may be leading few astray
persistent, crafting global testimony to His glory
by no means leaving late bloomers out of His story
Pixies in the fields, not fairies from the skies
Turn sunflowers facing East with well-trained fireflies!
A Flower Through the Snow (or The Traveler)
Why is it always the merriment that’s rattling at the door,
In the middle of the day that keeps the night at war?
If only you could open up and let this traveller in,
There could be a-something done about hushing up this din.
There’s a bottle sure, an open sore, the salt of seven seas,
White lines lay upon on the shore from brow creasing pleas.
Well first it’s a little, little sorry then it’s just little more,
‘Til the book finds a new page - now who’s this written for?
Why’d you bury the bones and start thinking they were treasure,
And dig ‘em back up and find the horror not the pleasure.
Is it startled reassurance that the truth ain’t in the flesh?
Well it ain’t in the bones too if there’s no cartilage to mesh.
Now all the chorus girls know a thing or two about this
That night weary wanders see only blue for bliss
As they’re walking through the day putting night sighs to test
Shaking stuck fallen leaves from shady places where you rest
Shut your eyes, go to sleep, though there are a thousand things
To do before tomorrow when winter’s cold voice sings
Can you let this traveller in while there’s still flame in the fire?
Ask to hear his story but if you know it he won’t tell yer
Wait there warm, sit there childish, wait until the new spring.
If he’s asks you the way or to see just say it’s something
In your smile, so stick around it may show, might grow
Like a song in the belly, like a flower through the snow.
The beautiful bloom of a flower
Behind is a birth of a supernatural power.
Taking time smelling with your noses Thinking Before you lie in a bed a roses You better respect the thorns With these two a rose was born Some complain a rosebush has thorns Grasped with haste and you may be torn Or rejoice a thorn bush has roses Admire the beauty in which the thorny poses You knew when you began to pick Handle with care lest you get pricked A young gardener has a red thumb An older gardener rejoicing he has none
He who's used to live in clover
does not want it to be over.
I reach for you in this darkness and find you gone,
Budless bloom of a forsaken thorn,
Nectarine of my life, song of my night,
Conjure thyself once more to bless my singed sight,
Search me now and see my grief,
In you lieth my only relief,
Water my withered roots and sire another tree,
Entangle thyself deep inside of me.
As there're no plowers
who smell like flowers,
so no flowers
that smell like plowers.
The daffodils are blooming and some grasses are turning green...
And in nearly yard a happy robin can be seen.
And early in the morning you hear the song birds star to sing...
Oh my! Could it be the start of spring?
The trees are starting to bud and are now all aglow...
And those early blooming trees are starting to put on a show.
I have a yearning in my fingers to go play in the dirt...
And I've noticed that young people are taking more time to flirt.
Early in the morning now I can hear the song birds sing...
Oh My! Could it really be the start of spring?
Starting out small, shy and meek,
Hoping all hopes, dreams and eager to seek,
The maturity their parents had shown,
Age takes it's toll as the chaff of birth is blown.
Color sweeps here and there,
Enraptured, the hearts declare,
At the beauty and grace God had sent
Flawlessly sculptured, revealing no dent,
Fragile yet firm,
Enough to beautify that term,
Showing yet concealing,
Secrets that could do some revealing,
Tugging on memories sweet or sour,
Letting that moment be their glorious hour,
But later that day they disappear
Saying goodbye for another year,
Yet they left a mark in people's minds
Leaving trails of many kinds.
Let it be remembered to sustain others through darkness,
Let it be told, so that the world wouldn't be left to starkness.
Outside on the deck
It is cold as heck
The birds have froze to death
They don't even have any breath
Standing here looking at the sun shivering
The heat it is not delivering
I have a frozen tear
I thought spring time is near
Ready for the flowers to bloom
I'm sure spring will arrive soon
Why do I have to start a fire
It is time it should not be required
Where are you my friend
I want winter to end
Sad flower in crypt
with no idea of Easter
It wilted on Friday afternoon
at three o'clock
By Sunday, so sad
oh, so sad
No one thought to tell it
Christ is risen