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Details | Free verse | |

Starstruck in your deep Beauty

In your beauty, striking jewels within your light 
If I where to go into another world 
Searching behind each and every fold 
Wrapped up inside my mind 
There is a never ending vision, of thought 
Over half of it one forgets 
in a short space me not 

Flowering time one stands out striking 
It draws from the gentle wishing well 
inside the rainbow colors her 
all shades of a promise 
sprinkling softly in her mist 

The heart began singing music to me 
as the soul saw your guiding light 
I would never break your heart love 
one silent promise, made into oneself 
at that very moment in time 

I felt it 
so very special 
remembering the sweet pretty birds in song 
Magic capturing that very moment 
our souls inside out sharing 
When the heart fell at your feet 
it was truly amazing 

You're my dove wings 
sweetly touching 
Flying this heart deeply in love 
with your peace the drunken spirit is floating 
intoxicated in your space 
falling softy emotions swoon 
Savoring feelings explode outside reality 
your amazing beautiful in my eyes 
dazzling the mirrors of dream


Details | Rhyme | |

Goodbye, My Child

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Red Roses Fade To Black

Red velvet petals, only I, seduce,
With hidden danger under the disguise,
My fingers feeling shyly, I reduce,
Thorns sharpen, ready, waiting the unwise.

Before me, bleeding poison, I assume,
This flower withered, shriveled the entire,
A dark extracted substance, the perfume,
No beauty, only sorrow, I admire.

Withdrawn I wept lamenting the depart,
A rosebud, crimson, youthful, I erased,
A lifeless flower, never I impart,
nor taken with affection, I embraced.







Written by Kelly Deschler  October 23rd, 2014





Details | Pantoum | |

Canyons Cold and Dark

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Triolet | |

Dandelion Dream

-Dandelion Dream-

I stand close with a fistful of flowers
My tiny bouquet made of dandelion dreams 
They fade with one gush from the wind
I stand close with a fistful of flowers
Holding on tight to jagged leaves 
Sprinkles of sand fall over my needs
I stand close with a fistful of flowers
My tiny bouquet made of dandelion dreams 

~SKAT~


Details | Lyric | |

Memories Of Grandma

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

What Is Or Is It

                                            What is ? ----- Is it ?



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


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


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


                                   Happiness for me is that you are here








03.05.2012
A-L Andresen



Details | Ballad | |

The Dragon and the Rose

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Incessant Motion

.
                             This is just for you
                             little hummingbird….

                        How inspirational you are!!

                        You flit about in eager ways
                    From flower to flower you dance
                      always intent on your mission

                      Pretty crimson and deep blue
                       and shimmered green hues
                      on your lightning speed wings

                         Just watching your drive
                           makes me grin at you
                      How you are always so busy
                          Your vigor and energy

                                   Yes….you…
                            irrepressible you are
                             A bit mischievous….

                        Dashing through the wind

                                   F
                                       R
                                          E
                                             E
                     

                    I love to watch your little loops
                   and your sudden stops in mid air
                        How you love to hover…..

                     Bright, you are….a light to me
                   On sad days when sorrow comes
                         you dash to my rescue
                              with super speed

                               How I love you
                            little hummingbird!!

This is for a dear friend. She is much like a hummingbird *^_^*


Details | Rhyme | |

Tiara in Her

This picture I pick is not her own,
It could be for a bimbo or a night trig. 
This picture with me is not her own,
It could be for a sissy or a bleaching wig.
This picture I hold is not her own,
It could be for a lousy or a neglected lass.
This picture with me is not her own,
It could be for a demon or a girlie class.

This picture I pick is no doubt her own,
It's obvious in her spotless face and her passionate grin.
This picture with me is really her own,
It's obvious in her modest crown and her sincere chin.
This picture I hold is no doubt her own,
It's obvious in her ideal stroll with her gorgeous rose.
This picture with me is really her own,
It's obvious in her charming blouse and her classy pose.



Details | Haiku | |

Hanakotoba


Words are not enough
Language of April showers
Say it with flowers.

Gracious camellia
Daintily posing, but in vain
Begonia lost in thought.

Desirable
Hopes teeming with ambition
Of a stargazer.

From friendship to love
Exchanging yellow petals
With the deepest red.

Delicate beauty
Of hibiscus in full bloom
Inspires iris.

A blushing lilac
Unaware of dawning day
Dreaming of first love.

Bittersweet flower
Ever loyal to the end
Won’t betray a friend.

Parting time is near
Save the memories within
And forget-me-not.

Yellow hyacinth
With a heart that knows no peace
Nest of jealousy.

Morning breeze scatters  
The rich fragrance of jasmine’s  
Deep sensuality.
 
--------------------------------------------------------------
* Hanakotoba is the language of flowers.
** each flower is bestowed with symbolism & meaning.
--------------------------------------------------------------

Author: Paul Callus
Contest: Any Poem#21
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Placing: 8th


Details | Quatrain | |

Peaches and Cream

She was looking my way, I had nothing to say,
Though I'd dreamed that this day would transpire;
With her beaux all around, why would she look at me
With such interest and playful desire?

She was heading my way, what on earth would I say
To the prettiest girl in the town?
And how could I bear all her sunshiny hair
Or her eyes, speckled golden and brown?

I thought, "This is the one! Mercy, here comes the sun!
If I stare, I shall surely be blind:
Though I be somewhat plain, if she choose to remain
I'd be last in the county to mind."

Then my eyes turned away as she sweetly did say
Pretty phrases I cannot recall;
And I mumbled replies, though they might have been lies,
Since I cannot remember at all.

Of that bright day in May but one thing I can say,
She was dressed in a soft yellow gown;
'Twas a lemony hue that was buttery too,
And with eight shiny pearls buttoned down.

Then I asked if she'd dance at the Cunningham's manse,
At the ball on the fourteenth of June;
She replied, "Oh, how good! Yes, I certainly would;
And I hope I shall talk to you soon."

What a wonderful day! Still with nothing to say
I just whistled an old happy tune;
Having primrosy dreams of sweet peaches and cream
As I counted the hours of June.

(Written February 12, 2014)


Details | Sonnet | |

GRAND GARDEN WEDDING

Cherry blossoms stargaze as spring air comes; East and west cross at Bells of Ireland: warm and calm; Welling slowly to cede: tender sage thoughts, Upon two hearts link, after hundreds of sought and fought. Cathedral posts accent with ribbons of violets. Congregate white orchids grin alongside the aisles, Roseband sings tunes: forget-me-not to highest. Wearing her lavender gown,Heather walks with smiles; Clasp in her hands,tulip bouquet, guests she stun Her Lilac in tuxedo waits: eyes locked tight in knot Gentleness bestow from heavens, ever won Their iris fuse glued; love radiating allot Matching band's inscription: embroidered golden rings Baby's breath, a grand wish soon very soon, will spring.
NOTE: All bold words are different flowers.. :) I always love flowers. I am always fascinated of their beauty and charm but more than these I am inspired by them: philosophically and emotionally as well ... :D (c) Olive Eloisa 11:45pm June 24, 2014 Sponsor Cyndi MacMillan Contest Name GARDEN PARTY: VERB-alized NOUN-sense with FLORAL ACCENTS placed 2nd place.. :) to God be the greatest glory :)


Details | Rhyme | |

Honeybee

If it be writ upon the golden bloom,
Within the constitute of nature's womb
I love thee with every nosegay inhale,
As seasons of spring unveil.

A weeping willow whispers on zephyr soft,
On aspiring drone wings aloft
Dewdrop trifling on quickened hearts
Loving thee more as a soaring soul departs.

As deep as the hues art installed at dusk,
Fragrance ambrosia's appealing musk.
Beckons the roaming honeybee,
Acrossed the vast flora reverie.

To alight a flower most fair,
An adoration for evermore to bare.
How I yearn for an amorous embrace,
A single sip of thine enchanting grace.

Behold meadows vastly sprong,
On scented tune of amber song.
As written in the stars envious of thou lips
From founts of pollen drips.

Petal soft are kisses of nectar sweet,
More then two souls shall meet
For within the splendor of thee,
Is the humbled besotted me.


Details | Haiku | |

An innocent love triangle

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


Details | Free verse | |

My Flower

I once held a rose in my hand
Nurtured and cared for;
It was all I had.

Content and satisfied I deemed myself,
For it held
True love indeed

From its stem to buds to roots
I could not find another to cherish,
And like a ferry
I was merry-go-around

I gazed at it nights and days
And even went out of my ways
To water and keep

How could such a flower,
Such a blossom,
Fall out of my grasp?

The flower was not for me to keep
Nor was it for me to nurture.
No, it was not my duty
For after all my efforts
It turned gloomy,
And i became moony
Like a wolf.

And i sought to fertilize my flower
Trying to keep it float,
Trying to make it love.
When my efforts weren't enough
I went berserk like a lion to its prey
But i failed to my dismay.

All i wanted was to watch her grow
And if that's what my flower does
I will be happy indeed,
A poor humble farmer on life's teeth.

I will be happy that my flower, I did not ignore,
I will never ignore;
Happy to say that my flower is in good hands
That she has plenty of land
And that that land
Is meant for she,

That such land is better for flowers
Than for keeping close at Home
Home
Where true love takes heed,
A farmer's Home,
Where true love lies indeed.


Details | Quatrain | |

The Peony

She bent  softly over the smooth water
Her fingers gently caressing the blue
A peony clasped to her bosom
Its petals soft and pink and true...

The artist captured this brief moment
Brush strokes telling us their story
The maiden ripe for the time of love 
The peony clothed in peaceful glory...

Ancient blossom so full bodied
Yet delicate in scent and grace
A flower captured in Asian legends
With bowing head and subtle face.  

For the flower contest..


Details | I do not know? | |

Healing Season

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Comparison

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

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

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


Details | Bio | |

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!


Details | Ballade | |

A Woman Like a Rose

The rose bud is small and the smell is so sweet
 And no other flower in the garden quite so unique

When the petals unfold it makes a beautiful rose
and  the fragrance of that flower fills the air 

Take the thorns from  that beautiful rose
and the beauty can no longer to be found

When the morning dew falls softly on  the rose
it's like a  tear on a woman's face when she cries

 And when a woman's pride  is  taken away
 like the rose her beauty is faded and gone

So never make a woman cry and men be very aware
her beauty may be hidden but the thorn is still  there


Details | Sonnet | |

Love

Oblivion mind,
wandering in thoughts.
Idiotic smile,
promises and hopes.
Hand in hand,
tumbling on slopes.
This is love

Running away from this world.
Warm bodies sliding in sheets,
to find another world.
Burning in cold flames.
No fear ... no shame ... no games
This is love








Details | Elegy | |

a romantic legend

The Romantic Legend  

The lord of the manor near the coast of Algarve,
Behind the manor a forested valley where 
Packs of frightful wolves roamed. 

A day when his youngest daughter who was a bit
Odd-as she took no interest in suitors- went to 
The glade to pick flowers, she met a he wolf.

Not afraid she petted the good animal and his
Eyes she discovered love that asked for nothing 
And had nothing to give but love itself.

The daughter when doing needle work had stung
Herself and there was a drop of blood on her 
Index finger, which the wolf lovingly licked away.  

A miracle happen the girl turned into a sleek,
Wonderful she wolf with silky black and tan fur.
Their union was complete and love rewarded.



The pair found a cave in the deepest forest 
Where they lived happily for many years until
The he wolf was killed by a bigger animal. 


The spell was broken and she was now an old 
woman, alone and scared, where love´s light 
had shone there was fearful darkness.

There was a knock on the manor´s oak door,
An elderly woman claimed she was the daughter
Of the house but, she was not believed.

It was a rainy night and when the door opened
Next morning the servants found a young girl 
With glade flowers in her folded dead hands.

What sorrow, what grief, but she wore a smile
“Vale de lobo” the forest doesn´t exist anymore
 And a paradise of love is lost to a legend.      
 
PS “Lobo” wolf. 


Details | List | |

Qualities of Health Engendering Women

They see strengths
Not the limitations
These are people who will make you proud of yourself
They will tell you why you’re special
Trust you to the point you have to answer their expectations
They make you better than you normally are
You can be proud of yourself
They respect you 
For what you’ve done
Where you’ve come from
They see what you’ve experienced something real
Respect you for your courage
They live by their rules
They do not expect you to follow theirs
They are at peace to themselves
They are not proving anything to you
They are good listeners
Sincere in their interest in you
You feel important
They are available for honest
Genuine discussion
Makes you want to share yourself


Details | Rhyme | |

Tender of Roses

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

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

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

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


Details | Light Poetry | |

ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

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

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

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


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

A Dark Fairy-tale

A Dark Fairytale

As I was chained, I breathe in.
As I was burned, I breathe out.
As I was cut, I looked down.
As I was broken, I looked up.
As I was destroyed, I closed away.
I had killed myself damaging beyond any repair.
To keep myself closed I chain, cut, burned, and destroyed what was within me, isolation my fear around me. But suddenly as I had nearly been kindled to a shivering light, something braver and stronger then I appeared and took me and held me and once again I was fixed and this is what happened; 
Suddenly I breathed in as I was unchained.
Suddenly I breathed out as my burns disappeared.
Suddenly I looked up as my broken body mended.
Suddenly I looked down as my cuts faded.
Suddenly I was opened up and my destruction was nothing more then a dream
As my knight, you entered that shadow and held me now I grow with a unprofaned radiance.
I was held once more, and my soul emerged.
I was spoken to once more, and my mind went blank.
I was kissed and my body reacted without a second hesitation.
And before I could run away once more, I was trapped.
Unlike my prison I lived in a fairytale, in were I don’t want to live this place anytime soon. What happened then and what happening now are so fair apart it hilarious.
 I’ve forgiven the past, not forgotten it. Prove never to make the same mistakes or else be locked back inside that tower I call my mind. 
Let me in brave knight, into your mysterious ways.
Let me in brave knight let me have secret passages into that world of yours. 
Let me in brave knight so I can truly capture you. 
I was as cold as ice even more then winters hail, but you with a ridged past that icier then I could have imagined is as warm as the summer sun and sweet like spring air.
For saving me, for taking my heart, for releasing me, I’ll become everything you want and then more, I’ll stand by your side and hold you like you held me and I shall be everything you need.
My sweet Knight.







Details | Free verse | |

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  


Details | Verse | |

Yellow umbrella

Yellow umbrella

Her drafted shape (my thought) appeared aside the cloudy rainbow,
so gracefully on ether walked; romantic apparition,
as she was holding an umbrella that was smiling yellow,
and neath the clouds she visited my mindful recognition.

Amid the mist I saw her smile, rhapsodical emission,
she flew above, inside the dew, her vernal laughter blithesome,
caressed the promises of years before, adorned contrition
the bells then rang but very far, her bright umbrella's spectrum.

And I embraced her as I should, before time's definition,
the daffodils embellishing our dusk, but not the morrow
oh, how two souls had fled along our blooming last rendition,
while that umbrella covered hence, her inward raining sorrow.

© 03-31-2014, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic decapentasyllabic verse)

Sponsor: Leonora Galinta
Contest Name: Poem with a theme of "Umbrella"
Deadline: 4/23/2014


Details | Rhyme | |

My Only Flame

My Only Flame

Love, like fire, is all-consuming,
And forever should be blooming.
Endless courtship is not a game.
As we watch each year’s seasons turn,
My torch for you will ever burn.
No regrets giving you my name.
You always will my soul inspire,
Forever be my one desire--
My first and last and only flame.

Mark Halliday/WarriorPoet
Contest: Light A Flame
10 June 2014


Details | Alliteration | |

Oasis

I am diaphanous, dappled
and dimpled in sunlight.

A lady of the lake waiting,
my spirit graced by vigor.

Smiling, romance tickles my nose.
I am giddy and dance in this oasis

of brightly colored blossoms,
veiled in the pollen of love.


Details | Free verse | |

Does he love me?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He loves me not.


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Supannika

the very first time I saw you you totally captivated my heart never had any idea or single clue but I’m already in love with you since the start just your name is such a beauty without a doubt I could hardly believe that you’re real until I’ve finally touched and held you one by one falling down from those wand-like branches as in hail carpeting the dark green bermuda grasses on the ground with all my zest I gathered you gladly all around your big round petals shine so bright like a brilliant sun my faint notion that you’re a hand-made crepe paper now has passed its way and finally gone all I wish, when I dance you’ll adorn my hair I’ll be proudly making you into garlands for a special affair in my eyes, you’re one of the emblems of royalty in this beautiful kingdom and lovely place while local and foreign folks are all enjoying their stay you’re providing them an atmosphere with solace in your yellow color is a shaft of light for peace Supannika, with my piquancy I am taking you home to introduce you that you’re such a special kind a radiant flower to float on water will lastly bloom most especially I’ve a great idea in my mind you’ll be a wonderful gift to my loved ones on Valentines Written: Feb. 10, 2012
Second Place Contest: Simple Title Judged: 3/9/13 Poet Sponsor: Greatest Poet PD


Details | Narrative | |

The flower and love


I saw a flower in your hand
It does not matter
which flower you held
either a rose or a cherry
because flower is flower 
a sign of ever-love

You presented me a flower
with love
It does not matter 
how much it cost
because the cost of flower is love
and love only

A flower can stop a war
A flower can break 
the domestic walls of a narrow mind


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

strange lives on line

 
Still rainbow stands in air this morn; 
the distant garden blooms adorn, 
like promised end to approach near, 
surreal nostalgies appear.

So dream and dream wraiths of their stare, 
amid sea waves and black rocks' fare, 
expending were they - strangers born, 
on sepia stills and pictures torn.

Up in the clouds, where wounds don't hurt, 
their tears become the rain's first flirt; 
and meet with drops' communion wine, 
deep sorrow brusque - strange lives on line.

How beautiful's this flow of streams
when dancers love and send pure dreams
where silver wraiths of their eighteen
meet roses blooms' homecoming queen.

On iridescent days and glow
next to the stream where fair dreams flow,
regales old promise to relive
and twinkling is her smile of grief.

Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Contest Name:	 PD poems (Dedicated to PD)
Placement: 1st

© 05-21-2013, G. V., All Rights Reserved
 


Details | Sonnet | |

So many roses I saw today

So many roses I saw today
On the same bed they all lay. 
With roses I will dream tonight,
Pink, red, yellow and white… 
 
If a single rose I free and smell
The garden will frenzy and yell,
I aspire to be like a bumblebee:
Invisible wings to nestle and flee. 
 
The breeze carried a whiff adrift
Dancing within the edifices rift 
On my chest I pinned four medals
Pink, red, yellow and white petals:
 
A single rose can guild me to Eden 
Or linger on Nature’s bosom hidden


Details | Pantoum | |

LOVE NOTES WAFTING

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


Details | Lyric | |

A paper Rose

Who named the rose the flower of Love?

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

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

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

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

to the betrayal of a husband's lover?

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

to find the wrinkled red petal of years still in waiting

What is the rose,except the scent of imagination

choking  with the  fragrance of never be mine

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

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

hiding its nakedness of pain in delicate and strong

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

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

                              A  PAPER   ROSE.


Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | Sonnet | |

You I Dream Of

A flower grows from beneath a blanket
 Of fine and purest white
 It reaches toward the sun for warmth,
 For heat and for the light

 My love for you grows stronger still,
 Despite the surrounding cold
 My heart is yours, bartered gone
 For yours has it been sold

 Its petals shine from morning dew
 Its stem grows stiff and strong
 It stands strong through the freezing cold
 It stands the winter long

 I long for you, for your soft touch
 I miss the way you smile
 The longer that we stay apart
 The longer every mile

 The flower stretches through the snow
 It reaches toward the sun
 And now without you the color is gone
 The flower's petals, dun

 But as we talk, and as we learn
 The flower comes back to life
 The snow now melts and goes away
 As you take away my strife

 Spring is here and growth abounds
 As you and I are one
 We are together, we are in love
 The snow for now is done

 I see the future, in dreams I have
 Of our life, long and true
 I see the times where all I need
 Are comforting words from you

 I see the times when winter comes
 As winter tends to do
 But we still love, and we still live
 And I do still love you

 And so we live, with children ours
 And a life of much to see
 With love we live, to live we love
 Happy together are we

 I see the flower, older now,
 But still strong with fresh new leaves
 I see it growing, tall and strong
 Reaching to the eaves

 We are now old, as years have passed
 But old together are we
 And strong our love still today
 As strong as it can be


Details | Idyll (Idyl) | |

He loves me, he loves me not

My favorite flower, I'm sure we all must have one       Grows wild in fields beneath the sun   Symbolizes innocence and youth     Colors of white and yellow shining truth      Many an hour I would bear    Making chains around my neck I would wear        The nicest place on the side of a hill      Water below the quaking of ducks I hear them still          Lying back with my friends getting lazy       Amongst my favorite flower the daisy.


Details | Romanticism | |

Love needs Two Hearts

Love cannot bloom,
love cannot go on,
love cannot persue it dreams,
love cannot be what it is meant to be,
love cannot be where it is supposed to be,
if love doesn't have two hearts.

Love needs two hearts to be true,
Like water to a dried rose
makes it bloom in spring weather
with such glory and beauty.
Love cannot be true if one heart
doesn't love the other.
Care, trust, honesty and loyalty
in love it has no boundaries,
it has no color, it has no age,
like a fine wine or an aged whiskey
it grows better with time.
But love cannot fullfill without the other half.

If a woman loves man,
let her love him,
if you love me,
than love me, but if my heart is gone
and cannot be found in such relation with you
then I must halt, till my heart comes around.
If it never does show with the first light of morning,
then it wasn't meant to be with thee.
Come now, do not shed a tear for me,
a simple heathin, who cries havoc
when something doesn't go his way.
Do not cry, do not shed your one of a kind tears
for a souless man, for a heartless man like I,
but do not blame me,
if my heart cannot be found.

Love needs two hearts,
not one or the other can survive
without each other.
Love is patient, love is kind,
but with ever lover comes another.
And we will all fall in great and deep love,
be intoxicated with each other,
and our sweet kisses that God himself would shed a tear
for such beauty that still exisits.
Love needs two hearts,
you cannot have one, without the other.


Details | Rhyme | |

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

1/07/13


Details | Romanticism | |

Goodnight my Fair Maiden

Goodnight my Fair Maiden,
I shall see you once again.
In the year of our Lord,
At the gloomy dawn of Mankind.
As the Red Sun reaches over the treeline,
Far in the East.
I shall see you again.

Don't fear our love,
For my love for you is eternal.
Too see this eternal love
I have for you,
It is hard to feel and very diffcult to see.

When you wake the next morning
and escape your long night of slumber
and your surrealist life,
being played in a cloud of imagination.
You'll soon come to reality 
and find me there.
Knocking upon your chamber door.

Come now!
Get dressed in your evening, silk dress.
and let us go dance under the stars,
till the moon falls to the West and the Sun rises in the East.
Oh, how you are a lovely dancer and how the twilight shines bright
along you shinny and silk laced hair.

And your hair my sweet and fair maiden,
oh, how I love to see it bounce with life
when you twirl and dance into my arms.

You are beautiful and I wish I couldn't leave you,
but as the day turns to night, I have to leave.
I wish I could take you on a long walk through the parks
and courtyards, and walk along the sprinkled streets of the cities filled with life.
Pick you a beautiful bouquet of roses from the gardens of beauty and give them to you
with surprise.

I love you so much
My love for you is indeed hard to tell to you,
but I can show you.
Tomorrow though, for tonight I must say...
Goodnight my Fair Maiden.
For tomorrow you'll be in my arms once again.

Goodnight my Fair Maiden
I shall leave you with a kiss that shall last a lifetime.


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Romanticism | |

She is like a Rose

She is like a sweet, smelling rose
blooming in the month of May.
Blooming with large, red peddles
sprawling and conquoring with beauty.
She is like a Spring Rose.

Her heart, like the rose is beautiful.
She stands there, blooming mad.
Her hair flowing, like the rose's peddles growing.
Standing tall and posterious, like the green, stern stem of the rose.
She is glorious and beautiful, just like the rose,
the sweet smiling rose, in the month of May.

Glorious and brave.
as the rain washes her peddles away,
and the gardener coming with his rusty clippers
to cut her away. I hold back and slowly burst to tears.
For I do not want to see my love go away.
But, like the rose she will grow and bloom once again.
And she will come back bigger, brighter and taller.

She is like the rose.
She is beautiful, like the May weather roses.
She is the red, ruby hearted rose,
that sparkles with the afternoon raindrops,
slowly dripping of the peddles.
She is like the rose, for every time I touch the rose,
I get stabbed by her pointy torns.

She is just like the May Rose.
Perfect for admiring, but not for touching.
She is like a rose.


Details | Tanka | |

Lavender Rose

A lavender rose
Placed on the bed beside her
Where he longs to be
He picked this rose just for her
True love without history

He feels so alone
The love just flows one way
Nature can be cruel
Without the gift of vision
She can't know love at first sight

Pick a Rose Contest


Details | Free verse | |

Train Journey

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Personification | |

--LOVE STORM--

My hummingbird found me
A cactus i used to be
Instead she wrapped around me
she kissed my deep buried heart
Rose petals surround me
All around me 
All around me 
I am a dancing flower now
Dancing On the beats 
Of her cute fluttering sound...




Details | I do not know? | |

Welcome 2013

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


Details | Tanka | |

Lavender Rose

pure enchantment dwells
as a lavender rose blooms
a fairytale dream
the essence of ecstasy
is the sheer magic of love

delightful love whirls
rising forth in the warm spring
desire plays gently
amid fragrant soft petals
as lavender hue rises

08/04/13


Details | Free verse | |

Work

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


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013


Details | Lyric | |

Echoes Of The Heart



O' where O' where does my Spring flower bloom........ ~ Chardonnay sips at midnight upon the fires warm glow her face lit in flickering beauty as my hand followed each curve delicate and slow A reunion of two hearts with echoing beauty behold I reminisce in silent murmurs within my heart aglow One year to the day in frantic thoughts I search my loving poetic fortress again and again I yearn ~ O' where O' where does my Spring flower bloom........ A reunion of two hearts with echoing beauty behold I reminisce in silent murmurs within my heart aglow O' where O'where..........


Details | Narrative | |

Diminished

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Haiku | |

A Dozen Roses


A Dozen Roses:

Petals in the wind
crying a crimson river
on moonlit snow

deborah burch 
25012013


Details | Romanticism | |

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.


Details | Tanka | |

Lovely Lavender Rose

Love struck lavender.
Makes my heart sing once again.
Whence my eyes behold
whimsical beauty so rare.
Proof of love that's born at last!



for Rick Parise's contest "Tanka-1 or 2 only"
I chose lavender rose


Details | Sonnet | |

Upon a Bed of Petals

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


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 | Romanticism | |

I'm dead without my Love

I am dead without my love.
It is simple as that.
I cannot breath without her,
I cannot eat without her,
I cannot write without her.
I cannot live without my love,
I am dead without my love.

I cannot prosper without her warm embrace,
I cannot think without her by my side.
always thinking of her, sharing her love I once had,
with another.
My heart breaks,
and my mind is gone.
I weap... I weap...
I cannot handle the betrayal of my once love.
I am stuck, sitting in dark corners of dark rooms,
staring at blank walls, thinking of what once was.

Her beauty,
her smile,
the laughs shared, and the tears we weaped together.
Holding hands, you and I, walking down sandy beaches,
and beautiful highways, full of love.
How we sat on park benches and kissed the night away.
I cannot believe you are gone, with another.

I did what I could,
I loved you endless time on my hand.
Our time spent together was special and near to the heart.
Do not expect for that happiness to come again.
For that has sailed, to far East, to the rising of the new day.

But, I cannot live one more day without my love.
For what I had with her is unexplainable and beautiful beyond definition.
I have seen the wayward signs point me to the direction of you.
But when we see each other, you don't spare a passing glance,
as if I was a ghost, an invisible man, like air.
That is when my heart breaks, torn in two, I cannot see me without you.
Walk with another, shall I go, now this without you.

For she is my everything, beauty and nature.
She is my rose, my violet, my nightingale singing her songs, in the twilight.
She is the sky, the sun, the moon, the trees, the grass.
She is everything to me.
She is even the summer storms and Winter blizzards that roll in and destroy,
beauty and harmony.

I cannot live without my love, for she is my one and only.
I do not like to beg, but love me once again and live with me forever.
For you know and I know, and the world knows,
That I cannot live without you,
I cannot live without my love,
For I am dead without my love.


Details | I do not know? | |

You, Me, Us, Everyone

Flowers
Not named
Unknown to those with no curiosity
Buds, that dream of one day blooming
Being, more than they are
Flowers living
Being
Thriving
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 | Tail-rhyme | |

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 
         * / | * /


Details | Ghazal | |

Can't Be Held

I chanced upon a spinny overgrowth, in which a sole rose had born,
her supple blossom shone like balefire, even against her thorns.

“Come to me” she beckoned, yet the bracken warned with wicked teeth.
The lone hint of ruby in a palette of sepia, ashened against her thorns,

before I suckeled at my finger, and tasted the droplet of red iron
she had painted on me with guilty bite, pricked against her thorns.

At this task I would not falter, straining to grasp, again and again,
flesh and sinew rendered pulp, stripped away against her thorns,

leaving me naked until nothing remained but hope, a simple dream
that one day I may finally lay down to rest against her thorns


Details | Rhyme | |

ROMANTIC GARDENS

I see romantic gardens in both their eyes
Smiles reach Heaven, bring celestial highs

Perfect petaled roses are in beauty bloom
Majestic bride, next to her admiring groom

Together they've sown, a taste for kindness
United to weed out, selfish roots of blindness

Nature's fragrance, attracts colorful butterflies
Seeds of sure promise on this fertile soil lies

Sunset's allure, we breathe in amazing grace
Romantic gardens, their cherished vows placed   

*A memorable moment captured at a friend's wedding.. Vows were exchanged in a beautiful, romantic garden at sunset.

Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Contest Name: What's in your GARDEN? Contest #3 (Old/new) 
Date: 5-3-14


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 | Romanticism | |

Fame

Inspired and dedicated to the famous, to the Royal families, to the actors and actresses, and pop stars, who live lives of Uncharishable Fame.

"Fame is a struggle and the lives that surround it are not happy." - Christopher Boskovski

Fame, have you ever walked down the streets of stars?
Have you stood on a stage with a beam of spotlight on you
at center stage, delivering a sweet monolouge of peace and love?

Fame, do you know how it feels to be followed along city streets,
and bustling cafes by flashing lights, and Poperazzi?
You strike a pose, you sign an autograph, and you are late for a dinner reservation.
You grow dark, and hungry and you seem not so happy,
but yet you smile?

Fame, do you like to be famous?
Is it a fun life to live?
Somedays living in Mansions and others out of the suitcase.
Somedays eating lobster by the bay, and others, cold pizza on Saturday.

Are you misreable, not knowing the womanthat you love, loves you back, or loves your
wallet that is so fat?
Books upon books of love poems staked towers of romance that scrambles your brain,
and leaves you with tears of sorrow in your eyes.

Fame, enough of the fake smiles
and red carpet wardrobes and be true to yourself.
Stop and smell the morning roses that bloom,
walk through the parks with smiling faces on every corner,
before all that beauty goes away.
Fame you don't see color, you see black and white.
Contracts, nothing about love, only about wages.
Live life, before everything around you dies.

Be happy and true.
I ask you fame,
come away from your money and expensive cars and cell phones
and live life, instead of living a fabricated one.

Read a book of poetry,
that shows true beauty.
Stop making yourself happy, reading tabloid viewings,
in morning newspapers of yourself.
Look in the mirror and smile.

Fame, I tell you now, you are not happy.
Come with me
take my hand, and sail with me.
For Fame, I shall show you a golden dream in reality.


Details | Romanticism | |

Silence so divine

                              Silence so divine
When the sun rises in the morning and sets in the evening
when at night the moon shines a bright light and glittering
stars fills up the sky.
when the morning air is at its purest the mist covers the mountain tops
and when the dew falls on a flower a sweet aroma escapes in the blooming hour
early in the morning in a moment of silence so divine creation speaks aloud
that's when nature is complete

When the brightness of your heart shines pure love from your eyes
only than I know my exsistence has a purpose,
at the touch of your hand it's like the dew on a flower in that same hour
the atmosphere of my soul is filled with that sweet aroma of eternal joy
and in a moment of silence so divine my heart speaks aloud
that's when I know you make me complete.

Never have I thought that a love so divine can be a love so mine
Never have I thought that a love so pure can be a love so secure

In silence so divine, this my heart says:
I love you


Details | Free verse | |

taming flowers

there's not a flower
can't grow wild
thrive neglected and ignored
but how much better
some can do when caged
tied to stakes
and pruned
their buds collected
to encourage growth
the sun, the rain, the earth
and care and harvesting
no less important
to renew the bloom.


Details | Ballad | |

Waiting for My Love

I waited for her with tears in my eyes
and stayed until I couldn’t see the stars
at last to bed I went with my face in gloom
so sad and melancholic i cried in my doom
I long for my love in my arms
and for that i could give all my treasure for alms

the second day i resume my waiting for my lass
again all day i waited and absented from class
but no shadow could be seen coming my way
no one came to be with me, to stay
heartbroken, i went home downcast
my mind blank with no news of its own to broadcast

she had promised to come again
to be with me and start a new future again
I could remember her last kisses
the way she laughs and teases
I could see love burning in her eyes
but now she is gone, for miles

without her my life was unstable
I was so clumsy, haggard and uncomfortable
where could she be at this time
without her by my side, my sun will never shine
and so to God I did solemnly pray
that she couldn’t have been trapped as prey

I was always at the road as each day passes
waiting for her without any lapses
I could be seen waiting
and on and on I kept waiting
I never felt like giving up
because she once gave me a silver cup

say’ Michael never give up on me’
so I never gave up waiting for her
I waited and waited and waited
till now am still waiting,
waiting for my love.

Source: Waiting For My Love - Sad Love Poems http://www.poemsclub.com/waiting-for-my-love-by-temajung-michael-tanjang.html#ixzz2zAtFlM1Z


Details | Imagism | |

DARK SKIES

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


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Six empty shells


A blinding sun had made her stare askance;
he walked the distance to converge his fate,
a swirling, laughing wind began to dance 
and jokingly their lives to desecrate.

Replacing the six empty shells he turned
to see her worried glance beyond the blooms,
that innocent embellished unconcerned
the reckless, smiling braves aside their tombs.

The Smith and Wesson forty-fours then bucked,
she knew the blooming noon was ending fast
and nothingness neglected to obstruct
what fates adjudicated to recast.

She saw the brazen shells inside the dust;
monochromatic synthesis and hues
of sepia were blurring in the gust
that swirling sang their lonesome, Tombstone blues.

© 8/7/2014, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic pentameter)

(I include a JPG image of the composition 
on the "about the poem" page because my text spread folds.)


Details | Haiku | |

Efflorescence

Blossoming 
Effulgent sun proffers love 
Clambering… 

Ascending
Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds

Furtively
The moon unravels wonders
Glimmering  


Details | Lyric | |

In Bloom

Written July 29, 2013


The wind blows the rainbows down
Turns your frown upside down
Then spins it back around

The sun hides the moon
Underneath its coat in bloom
The flowers came late this June

The rain in a teardrop
Falls like dew from a leaf
When she looks at me

See that look upon her face
Used to take her to the stars
Now she's headed back from Mars

Now that Venus loves her more
Wouldn't throw her to the floor
Like before


Details | Sonnet | |

The Rose

Once upon a time there was a single blooming Rose.
The world rejoiced at all the beauty given her to show.
But as with every rose her time was shortly bestowed.
After, the world felt hollow, so intense did its sorrow flow.

They sought a reminder of the beacon they once did truly hold.
They found a small flower of white that in its purist form did unfold.
The thorns reminded all, that the original could never be theirs again.
But still it did impart hope, for another one, like their virtuous friend.

Eventually the flower was cultured and created into what we hold to now.
For even the present is needy of something so precious to hold some how.
And though no one remembers how the flowers’ name was earlier sown…
It still holds us tightly to the purity, hope, and beauty its known to bestow.

There are many legends that have traveled down to us thru the years.
But there are none so beautiful as the one that became the Rose so dear.


Details | Rhyme | |

River Lily

River Lily sways along the glassy shore,
Mournful of regrets, dire evermore,
Supple petals a solemn azure blue,
A cruel lover plucked a heart askew.

The willows bow as if to infinitely weep,
Cleaving to her beauty in everlasting sleep.
A soul scarred by accursed heartbreak,
She drowns in sorrow within the rolling wake.

A river rocks her gently with comfort I assume,
To immortalize an everlasting bloom.
Though her tears usher winter's chill,
Briny drops frozen to hinder what wilt spill.

O how she yearns for summer's embrace,
The solstice sun warms her lovely face.
She dreams of love upon the golden shine,
I long for Lily, once her heart was mine.


Details | Haiku | |

Rose

"My love is like a red rose It may be beautiful now But my sharp thorns will hurt you My love is like a red rose Yes, I may be fragrant But the closer you get, the more I’ll hurt you." -Lee Hi
Darling rose buds bloom Newborn angel unsullied Snow white untainted Darling rose buds bloom Wrapped around unwary hearts Fangs of vampire Darling rose buds bloom Painted red with trickling blood Crimson burning skies Darling rose buds bloom Clinging where they leak of oil Unmoved by fire Weeping to red death Set aflame by those in pain Darling rose buds bloom


Details | Romanticism | |

Goodbye my Summer Love

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Flowers

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


Details | Imagism | |

My Timing Love

                               I need you my Love
                                 the Time is right
                         I want to feel your touch's
                          your smile tickles my body
                          in the embrace of our love
                        
                         I choose to make your world
                          please do name your price
                                  I'm always here
                                  to love and hold 
                                 in our Timing Love.




        © Greg Jones


Details | Sonnet | |

From a Red Rose

Am I joyful, or am I somber?
Am I radiant, or recoiling?
Do I reach out to you, or do I hide? 
Can you tell? Will I decide?

Am I simple, or am I puzzling?
Do I caress you, or keep my distance?
Am I your true love, or just a stranger?
Will you ever know? Will I ever surrender?

Am I warm to you, or cold, impassive?
Do I allow you into me, or elude you?
Will I ever reveal myself to you, or for ever shut you out?
Please don't give up. 
Keep looking, stranger, my true love.


Details | Romanticism | |

A Dedication to my Darling Mystic

Dedicated to my darling Mystic Rose...


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Terzanelle | |

Scent of jasmine

 As fair maidens begin to swoon
 courtships light love's passionate  fuse
And love becomes a flower in bloom

Hearts  become more enthused
 While lovers  kiss under starry skies
 courtships light love's passionate  fuse

Scent of jasmine starts to rise
Like sweet perfume on moonlit nights
While lovers  kiss  under starry skies

 Their passions become pure delight
As hearts entwine with sweet desire
Like sweet perfume on moonlit nights

Burning passions set the velvet sky  on fire
Lovers are absorbed with new sensations
As hearts entwine with sweet desire

Spring brings love's pleasant  vibrations
As fair maidens begin to swoon
Lovers are absorbed with new sensations
And  love becomes a flower in bloom

2- 23- 2013





Details | Lyric | |

Almaz Made The Flowers Arrange-

As I did gaze upon her for the first time as she labored in small shop in what appeared to be 
a hole in a wall that open into this place where she did work all day. Almaz was an Ethiopian 
beauty with gorges reddish color hair which was filled with big curly locks that seem to flow 
into an endless chasm of never ending twist and turns, with a smile that seem to light up that 
tiny little room. A rare beauty was she to behold, elegant yet graceful and humble in her 
soul…as I did watch her as she did strategically place each flower by hand one by one and 
with each gentile twist or turn of her soft golden tone skin colored hands until a work of art 
was form inside of each vase that they did adorn.  

Sometimes the vases were made of glass or maybe of some type of fine cultivated stone …
but each one that was made to become a work of art made to express someone else’s 
declared love or concern for a love of family member or even the lost of an unrequited love 
and she did do her best to express their thoughts with the arrangement made from the heart. 
With her beautiful brown eye’s that seem to tell a story of a pain and a deep love for her 
family… that she displayed with each piece of work that she did make. With each day of hard 
work in this small shop where she toiled all day in her endless attempt to repay her family 
for a debt that she so desperately wanted to repay…for it was the love of her father that had 
brought Almaz the flower arranger to this place. 

So many people do take the love of their family for granted, but… no not this lady…no not 
this lady…no not her ever, not even for a second in a day. Almaz made the flowers arrange 
all day, all for a debt of love that she wanted to repay. Little did she know that it was already 
repaid in full… with a father’s silent pray of love to see his daughter in a place where her 
dreams could blossom in the promise land, were no Kings are crowned or Queens ruled, but 
in this place of commoners were freedom was born to rule. Were even the poorest of men 
could rise to the highest office in the land. Truly your father has completed his arrangement 
in the vase with the most beautiful flower that he could find to place it in for the whole world 
to see, Almaz you are that flower that completes his arrangement.


Details | I do not know? | |

Dance for me

You are born to dance with the wind,
veiled within a circle of oak’s trees,
Half-dressed by moving shadows,
Half-exposed by bold daylight.
Jasmines by the left side, dandelions by the right side
dancing together with you, nymphs, satyrs and sprites.
 
The melody luring a brown bird,
Silent with cautious veneration,
advances over valleys and hills
until reaching the sea shore.
Beauty framed you with Music, Beauty will gird
you in a bower, close is the night of your coronation.
 
My eyes follow as you move
Spiraling between my fingertips,
Sweet scented boon of Spring
Meet the dwelling of my spirit,
You will last less than a day, you will last less than love
but is there a fancier grave to lay than her smiling lips?


Details | Sonnet | |

Eclipse

The Sun is leaving my room by the window
Oh, do not abandon my lips alone, a breeze
Is barely a kiss, return and lay in my bed now
Lock our lips and pay the fee of your Release
 
Fast, before I recall the last night and blush,
And while my house silently sleeps, remove
Your shirt and untie my gown last bow, Rush
Because I hear the coo of the rooftop’s dove,
 
Let me hide your face among my bosom,
if you leave a scorching mark, Do not frown
with worry, it will bud like a rose blossom
poured by joyful tears and will overgrown.
 
I will not look by the window, even a glimpse
My sun remains with me, love is an eclipse.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

An End to Aloneness

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

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

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

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

                                                                              But I would like to…

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


Details | Ballade | |

The things I love

The things I love

I love, me, the sun in the morning
I love me the moon in the night
I love all he flowers in the meadows
Oh, everything gives me delight
And I love my Vera Rosina
I love everything about her
She’s got everything that I’ll ever need
She beautiful, comes from a one only breed.

I love how the trees reach to Heaven
I love how they dance with the breeze
I love all the birds in the treetops
I love how my life gives me ease
But I tell you, my Vera Rosina
She’s a wonderful, wonderful girl
She makes me feel pure, she makes me feel whole
Whenever I’m with her I come from my soul.

My life is a wonderful, wonderful space
For I have my Vera, a girl with such grace
I have known her forever, and I love her still
I worship my lady and I always will
I love me that power in the heavens
I love how I love my sweet life
Oh, I love my Vera Rosina
She’s my perfect, and beautiful wife.

11 June 2014 @ 0424hrs.


Details | Verse | |

Flowers

Roses, lilies, pink and white,
adoring the gift of sight.
To recreate what is perfect is not my test,
but merely to admire thy creation,
and to do my best.


Details | Romanticism | |

A Night with You

O, how I have dream't this night would come.
Me and you, and you and I together;
in the same room,
on the same night.
The night is young, and so are we.
Tell me all your dark secrects,
as I paint you a picture.
Kiss me on the cheek,
Bite me on the lip,
Give me a little slap,
Just to let me know, you're still here.

Let's watch a movie,
in the dark, when it's night.
Cuddle up together, under the virgin, white sheets and thick, warm blankets,
as we kiss each other.
Wet, sloppy and romantic kisses back and forth.
Love me, for I love you;
Kiss me, for I kiss you;
Hug me, for I hug you;
Hold me tight and never let go.
Pray with me that this night together shall never pass.

Come into my arms, and let us sleep awhile.
Dream of loving one another in a flowery meadow, over the hillsides of lovely skies.
Come let us go for a midnight walk.
Along follow over yonder, with the freaks, who sit on park benches,
sleeping their hangovers away.

Come babe, sit in this grassy field with me.
Let us count the stars in the moonlit, night sky.
I steal a kiss from you,
as the shooting stars blaze rapidly across, the purple night sky.
Quick my dear, make a wish!

I do not wish, for my wish has already come true,
and that is to be with you.
To Love you, and hold you,
and sing you to sleep, while you sleep off the night's adventures,
in my comforting arms.


Details | Haiku | |

The Rose

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Rose

Rose

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


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


Details | Haiku | |

Cherry Blossoms

Cherry blossoms

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







4/9/2013
Inspired by and enterd into: 
Black Eyed Susan's "1 Cherry Blossom Haiku" Contest 


Details | Free verse | |

He and I

He happened to me like an autumn
Just like the change of leaves
It was sudden
But it was raining, raining on that day
Raining with black umbrellas and hurried footsteps
With wet papers and cold classrooms
Then, just right then
I heard a shrieky little laugh
Just a glance and I was caught
Caught in a whirlpool of warm chocolate
And there, just right there
Was where I met my Peter Pan

To me
He was a bouquet of sweet herbs
Sprigs of parsley crossed by bay leaves
Topped by thymes and wrapped in sage
Fragranced by mint
And colored by lavender 
He was… all the good old nature

To me
He was a puzzle book 
Filled with ancient spells
And wondrous casts
Rested on the shelf of red mahogany wood
Dusted in ignorance
Waiting to be learned

To me
He was a drop of sunshine on the window pane
A slip of moonlight through the crack door
The first morning dew and evening stroll
The summer breeze and the night air

To him
I was a blank page
A passerby ring
Snow in the summer
And a midnight dawn

One day
I swore
I’d knock his guard and ask him out
Yes I swore on that one day
That had passed long ago


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 | Free verse | |

Dew Drops and You

Dew Drops and You




When morning dew drips from roses fair
again I think of your strawberry blonde hair,
blue ribbons matching your bright eyes
with Nature's glory in bluest skies

Yellow dresses matching your long tresses
sweet curls adorning magical worlds,
gentle nights sending glowing moonlight 
with dancing shadows to please your heart

When the dew falls so magically to renew
flowers growing here and there,
I see yet again all your yellow hair
close my eyes to utter a silent prayer
sitting there just missing you!

Robert L.


Details | Romanticism | |

I can't live without you

When your heart says wow on a beauty scene, what to say!
If a weak Comes out as a sumo, what to say!
A place where all hate each other,
If a flower of love comes out there, What to say!

I wish my nights and days in your arms,
Even if not with me then in dreams,
I can't blink my eyelids when you come in your window,
Don't go away baby I can't live without you!!


Details | Sonnet | |

Flaming Moon

Moon stops a while, glides motionless, 
twinkling stars hide and seek, in silent glee, 
soft, sweet summer breeze, gently rustles, 
fragrance of lavender, wafts in the innocent air, 
black night dances along, unfolds tenderly, 

Listening to the silent song of the night, 
we lay together on the grass, delightfully, 
her head nestling on my arm, hands clasping my shirt tightly, 
she moves a bit, tenderly, enraptured in some beautiful dream, 
sweet summer breeze flows along, caressing tenderly.

She stirs a bit, awakens slowly, 
smiling shyly, beautiful doe eyes look into mine, 
our hands touch, silky skin in radiant glow, 
we turn, lips touching, slowly, delicately, 
she sighs, comes closer, snuggling in once again, 
beautiful black night dances along, lingering tenderly. 
© Avijeet Das


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 | Than-Bauk | |

Wise up

Embrace your spouse;
Don't give louse room
To browse your home.


Details | Tanka | |

Fragrance of Love

lavender rosebuds have called for her attention and in that moment from the shadows of his heart he is jealous of roses she smiles while she prunes the long limbs of one rosebush then catches a glimpse of desire in his eye and roses are forgotten
For Rick's Contest


Details | Triolet | |

Thrown Petals

She throws petals from her most loved flower Into the air it catches the wind fast She feels the greatness and its vast power She throws petals from her most loved flower Crafting a feeling that never goes sour The flowers create joy that comes to last She throws petals from her most loved flower Into the air it catches the wind fast Russell Sivey


Details | Rhyme | |

True love is like a flower that continues to blossom


True love is like a flower that continues to blossom

Written By Dean Masciarelli

September 20, 2010 (12:53pm)

True love is like a flower 
that continues to blossom 
as long as you are with the 
right person

They will always be the right one 

But if they aren't the right one

They can give you a lot of 
heart ache and pain and suffering 
that you never needed from anyone

But we do learn 
our lessons
from time to time

And we realize that in order to 
get love that we have to give 
love  just as much  in return



Details | Ballade | |

Tahlia Rose, the fairy

Dedicated to my beautiful Granddaughter Tahlia Rose.



Tahlia Rose, The Fairy

Once upon a time in a world of fairies
No hatred in this land was ever seen
And all around were birds of many colours
And everything was peaceful and serene
Oh, the flowers in this place, you should have seen them
Or smelled their perfume oh, so very sweet 
For the God that lived up there in heaven
Had made each flower perfect and complete.

There lived within this land a lovely fairy
She lived within the rarest, wondrous Rose
And all around because of her great beauty
The whole of life it seemed to have that glow.
The animals of the land all came to see her
And the birds each time she passed would sing with joy
Yet Tahlia Rose {The name her folk did give her}
She yearned one day to find an elfin boy.

For she believed so deeply that her soul mate
Was there; she had to wait and let him come
Then one day this Elfin lad named fireball
He saw our Rose and she his mind did stun.
He danced his way to her as Elvin’s will do
And then she knew her soul mate, he was here
They danced together in the misty moonlight
That they did love each other was quite clear.

Well folk for miles around did come to see them
Between them they had beauty unsurpassed
None had ever seen love of such power
Betwixt this two the reservoir was vast.
And so the lovely pair they did get married
And everybody danced in wondrous bliss
You should have seen these little people dancing
It was a sight I’m glad I never missed.

19 July 2013 @ o400hrs





























Details | Rhyme | |

My Sunflower

A Sunflower
Every hour
Smiles brightly on the world
 
Shadows creep
Sparrows sleep
Not so, her petals gold and cheery
 
I’ve often thought
Of you a lot
As wonderful and caring


Details | Classicism | |

From my Garden


I plucked a fragrant out of a million; jasmine, oak, lilly, all adorned in colours
But only you enchant my prayers, thoughts,hopes, dreams, love and colours
As i wrapped my heart in its fragrance, my day was illuminated

Through thick and thin, the flower stood by me. Steered me through hard times
Held my hands slow and steady, my nerves embrace a conjugal solace
Actually, the flower helped in myself discovery

Through darkest night, my flower dimpled smiles
Tickled my folly, like a tick tack. Like a baby a rest between two mountains as i stride into lullaby
Words are like punctuations, not enough to sail my thoughts
Like your little boy you love me unconditional
I know i don't have a castle in the air as others have built for you but be rest assure you remain dear to me...

awoh awoh


Details | I do not know? | |

You and I



You and I.


You.

Your heart blazed,
with a warmth of spirit,

soothing,

alluring,

soaked in truth.



Your smile burned,
branding me permanently,

gentle,

tender,

enveloping my being.



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

unsaid,

yet fierce,

bathed in silent knowing.



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


I.

I squandered your generosity of spirit.

I vainly discarded your priceless poems.


Now I stand,

alone,

empty,

desolate,

wasting away,

rotting inside, day by day.




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 | I do not know? | |

The river and the lily

Sings the river:
 
I am the water from the hills
I am the life from above,
I run steadfast after love
Caressing the swan’s quills.
 
Sings the flower:
 
I am Nature’s Beauty mark
I am Cupid’s golden shaft,
I want to bloom in the raft,
the figurehead on its arc. 
 
Sings the river:
 
Call for me after the old oak,
I pass between his roots
Washing away sun’s soot
To be carried by moon’s cloak.
 
Sings the flower:
 
Cover me before it’s late
My petals are almost dry
I hear aloof the harpies’ cry,
Promising to beauty their hate.
 
Sings the bluebird:
 
Where is the heart-shaped lily?
The river took, the lily is gone
The old oak will stand alone,
When the night is dark and chilly.
There went the river and the lily,
Their course cannot be undone…


Details | Verse | |

Petals in the Wind

She loves me, she loves me not
Drifting gone one by one
I pluck away my many thoughts
Heart strings play scarlet skyward loft

Are petals rose forever lost?
So gentle into minstral wind
Or a prisoner of love escaping off
Thus, once, twice, thrice again

How shall I ever know…?
The person that you are
Amid this whirlwind of to and fro
In continued passions from afar

Quell my heart from its bitter swell
And allow true assurances to begin
Appease the soft June petals fall
To turn around in wayward winds

Alas, upon their return, amends
To this man of yearning
Evermore than merely friends
To accent the wildflowers blooming

By Michael G. Smith 2013


Details | Romanticism | |

Reap What We Sow

Our love’s a seed
Let’s watch it grow
and we may reap
what we sow
reap 
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
reap 
what we sow
With time it grows
And the seedling shows
And a flower sprouts
freeing the beauty inside
there’s no need to hide
the beauty inside
Let’s watch it grow
so that we may reap
we may reap
reap what we sow
We may reap
We may reap
reap what we sow


Details | Rhyme | |

Cupid's Thorn

Cupid, a demigod of earthly lust,
Lethal bull's eye impassioned thrust.
Cherub's thorn lances deep mine breast,
Burgundy flows down a stung chest.


Pluck thus heart-string softly tender,
On mine knees I resignedly surrender.
Fragile mine heart precarious pose,
Submission sweet as a lovers prose.


Composed poetry with love's restrain,
Scribed calligraphy from impaled pain.
Fragrant sumptuous the scarlet slips,
Sentiments poised on angelic lips.


Droplets of blood descend bittersweet,
To soak earth barren at thine feet.
Blooming as it flourishes and grows,
Beauteous nosegay of scarlet rose.


Cleave yearningly this fleeting bouquet,
Hasten not thus genteel heart to betray.
Unrequited succumbs to poisoned thorn,
Evermore fatal a spurned lover's scorn.


 Drink deep from mine quim rose,
Lust evanescent where it grows.
Cherish love's essence savored divine,
Nectar as sweet as supple petal wine.


Details | Blank verse | |

Wilted Rose

It was something beautiful,
 like a quickly budding rose.
 We found it among the thorns,
 struggling to reach the sunlight.
 We gave the flower so much care
 with soil and shade and gentleness.
 We watered the flower, so happily,
 almost too happily, too enthusiastic.
 We were a whirlwind, destructive
 despite all our best intentions.
 I think that the flower drowned.
 We just used too much water,
 and the flower quickly faded.
 We killed it.
 We, together, now have no purpose.


Details | Free verse | |

Wild Flowers

After four days
you returned
with perfume
and sweet kisses
of nectar...

Making love
under falling sky
winter rainbow...

We lay
limbs entwined...

Sweet love
lilac lady...

We didn't realize
we had become
two rooted
wild flowers
with ripened seeds
                              until
                                     we tried
                                                 to move...


Details | I do not know? | |

Art Flower Love

Sometimes, the Spirit becomes hyper-sensitive unto this flesh ? Perceiving 
Most surely these poisons and imperfections which mark, it's many truths...
Anxious or better irritable one's emotions while rushing through their veins 
An escape if only they could; yet nowhere to run nor hide from this plague ?  
Humanity crafted be these claws of reason dark the blood within, everyone
His purpose shall it ever not sleep ? Her night gazing upon their living dead
Ever risen from this fleshly grave death's blackboard screeching nails crying
Screaming her Spirit tormented by these tombs bound and chains his valley..   
Angels children fire as pain; What is your name ? Legion, when truth collides.


Details | Free verse | |

The Efflorescence in a Half Moon Love

An immutable desire to see into the night blue-flower scented dawn,
The want to be within fixed proximity to you;
Skin touching; the aroma of a deity,
A Mexi flower emitting from your petals its royal perfume;
From this an inexperienced arousing blossoms.

The moments where,
Soft rouge lips rest, osculate against the skin,
Lips so warm-balmy,
Your petal scented hands pressing amongst my body;
And your sensitive touch I embrace; sensual, delicate.
 
The comfort of a half moon love,
Its crooked, Prussian - blue smile,
Emitting its rays through blossomed petals,
In the flower scented night,
Through her crescent lips,
And the burning of the stars in his eyes,
Witnessing her flowering spirit.
 
The efflorescence in a half moon love,
First is brave and courageous,
Its half bloomed crescent smile lightens you,
Carries you to its height and back,
With an aromatic love emitted from her,
And then when puckered, full moon lips embrace the very tips,
Of the souls voice.
 
Then when calls her kingdom of flowers,
-with her unique crooked smile,
Seals your lips,
And leaves you,
In her field of waving daffodils,
With a half moon love.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The White Rose and the other roses

White Rose

Oh, no, not the poet, 
Why not the maiden with dark eyes 
Shadowed by distant tears,
I will help her to shun her fears
And silence her night cries… 
Oh, there he comes, the poet… 

Yellow Rose

Hush, be silent, be quiet, 
He listens to what we say, 
Our whispers travel like a light ray, 
Changing the night into a day. 

White Rose

I will not die, 
Nor see my petals be carried by the wind, 
No, I will bloom in her lush mind, 
Even if I left my dried ruins in a water glass
While the blowing whistle carries my petals. 

Red rose

There, the poet will lie, 
Murmuring words like every noon,
Then will take one of us
And offer as his boon. 
Oh, we die but art lives. 

White Rose

I will not have my hand idle, 
Weaving like the cypress branches,  
No, my hand will play a magical fiddle
And she will listen to the tune,
Because I will be playing near her heart
And she will be resting on my leaves. 

Yellow Rose

Look how she weaves the threads, 
Blue? Purple? Pink? Green?
Roses with those colors are unseen, 
Yet, she will have them to mime…
White Rose, what fate do you aim?

White Rose
 
I only plan to be untrue, 
Like the snow falling on a cedar 
Inside globe made of glass, 
Or the feelings from a reader,
That does not seem to exist 
But even so refuses to pass. 

Red Rose

Those will be the roses she crafts. 

Yellow Rose

Those will be the roses he crafts. 

Red Rose

And those roses will forever last. 

White Rose

When Adam saw the half-eaten fruit, 
He knew his destiny was set, 
Wherever Eve would fall, 
He would follow, He would fall. 
He gazed the last Eden’s sunset
And laid among the tree’s roots,
Silent were the first steps of Time. 
I will not die as long Love is my crime. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Don't love as if your map is reality

      A map's a guide to find a world

    Knitted by angels,plain or pearled,

    And though you need a map as guide,

    Keep your own eyes open wide.
   

    I spent a year caught in a map

    Until I found a big enough gap

    I crawled out through this exit slit,

    So here I am,like some half wit.
    

    Words can act like heroin,

    You live so high ,where I have been.

    But onto earth I gladly fall.

    The air, the sun, the rain is all.

    
    My senses are my lovers long-

    My ears,my eyes,my skin my tongue.

    The winds caress my naked flesh,

    To dwell on earth is all I wish.
    

    I'll live with mice and birds and plants,

    I'll share my food with miscreants

    I'll keep my words inside a tin;

    And only, now and then,go in.

    
    I'll live with cats and spiders three.

    And like a wild flower grow quite free.

    I' ll give my words to those who hear,

    And eventually I'll disappear

    
    Earth to earth then ash to ash

    When soaked with rain I shall disperse.

    My atoms wing like butterflies,

    And to the Flower I'll fly,disguised.
       
 
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Details | Rhyme | |

A rose everyday

I promised you a rose everyday,
But sometimes it refuses to bloom.
Then I hold you and start to sway,
But you stop and claim it is too soon,
Yet telling me to wait and stay
For we shall dance again after noon.
And I? What can I even say?
I am bound to you, not to the moon.
Since man was made of cheap clay
And woman was the kinder boon,
I have two choices: either obey today
or kiss you away from this swoon . 


Details | Free verse | |

Aromatic Flowers

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


Details | I do not know? | |

I see a garden

I see a garden, not faraway
The rivers are melted gold
The night is bright as a day,
The winds not hot or cold,
 
The grass is soft as a cloud
I jump barefoot side by side
With a multi-colored crowd:
Angels: half-maze, half-guide.
 
Yet, I slept a dreamless dream
Under the rosy flowered tree
Wondering if this could mean:
If there is more in Eden to see.
 
I parted from there afternoon
Hoping to find what is amiss:
A rosebud blooming soon
Aroused by my candid kiss. 


Details | I do not know? | |

A White rose and the other roses

White Rose:
 
Oh, no, not the poet,
Why not the maiden with dark eyes
Shadowed by distant tears,
I will help her to shun her fears
And silence her night cries…
Oh, there he comes, the poet…
 
Yellow Rose:
 
Hush, be silent, be quiet,
He listens to what we say,
Our whispers travel like a light ray,
Changing the night into a day.
 
White Rose:
 
I will not die,
Nor see my petals be carried by the wind,
No, I will bloom in her lush mind,
Even if I left my dried ruins in a water glass
While the blowing whistle carries my petals.
 
Red rose:
 
There, the poet will lie,
Murmuring words like every noon,
Then will take one of us
And offer as his boon.
Oh, we die but art lives.
 
White Rose:
 
I will not have my hand idle,
Weaving like the cypress branches,  
No, my hand will play a magical fiddle
And she will listen to the tune,
Because I will be playing near her heart
And she will be resting on my leaves.
 
Yellow Rose:
 
Look how she weaves the threads,
Blue? Purple? Pink? Green?
Roses with those colors are unseen,
Yet, she will have them to mime…
White Rose, what fate do you aim?
 
White Rose:
 
I only plan to be untrue,
Like the snow falling on a cedar
Inside a globe made of glass,
Or the feelings from a reader,
That does not seem to exist
But even so refuses to pass.
 
Red Rose:
 
Those will be the roses she crafts.
 
Yellow Rose:
 
Those will be the roses he crafts.
 
Red Rose:
 
And those roses will forever last.
 
White Rose:
 
When Adam saw the half-eaten fruit,
He knew his destiny was set,
Wherever Eve would fall,
He would follow, He would fall.
He gazed the last Eden’s sunset
And laid among the tree’s roots,
Silent were the first steps of Time.
I will not die as long Love is my crime.


Details | Verse | |

a golden heart of love

a golden heart of love 



lavender and bluebells scatter the gardens you walk in my ceizar 

flowers brush against the legs of a queen 
sweeping cents move throughout the woodlands gardens of love 

trees alight with all the beauty of the sun-lights glow 

tulips dancing around the sweeping breezes that flows through out the woodlands 
glow 

my lady is the woodlands key the golden flower 
a dresses so red 
hair so blond 
the sweetest flower that flows 
the sweetest cents a woodlands hearts 

a knight becomes through the sweet light so strong upon 
his horse 

he picks up his lady in red 
 lady of love his ceizar 
he takes her in his arms to love to protect 
a lover and forever husband for the heart becomes the key 
for me and you my ceizar forever 


ceizar of Duncan Te amo kiss 


Details | Free verse | |

When we pour salt on slugs, when we fall in love

How is it I could love someone I could not win back with a poem?
Or that I could not touch with an Iris?

How is it I could ever find something in someone who thinks the moon is hiding nothing!?!
Or think it queer that I look for dead locusts, to hold in my hands, to bring back.

How is it I could love someone, 
who when it’s over will meet me like a stranger in the park to chat about the weather or a movie and salt the Irises at her feet. Like dying slugs.


Details | Verse | |

Her Blessings

Reminiscence of what I heard of her They said she is beautiful And of good character In her I soon see The character my mother Was referring to My eyes are widely opened Now I can heartily feel Needless nothing much Than to bring her to mother And seek her blessings
Forms: Kimo, tanka and senyru


Details | I do not know? | |

A flower started to wander

A flower started to wander,
Not Far from her homeland.
 
Earlier, she laid on my hand,
I recall her scented existence.
 
Then she came to my lips,
never nature tasted as sweet.
 
Before our eyes could meet,
The rose rested on your heart.
 
And now I cannot foretell,
If the blush masking your face,
Is the rose remaining trace
Or our love fresh blooming.   


Details | Romanticism | |

Tell me, isn't that Love

Stop, breathe, and listen to me.
Listen to my love song
that I sing to you,
alone in the nidst of the twilight.

See my tears roll down my face,
as I see you walk away into the distance.
As I try to shower you with affection and heart-felt kisses,
Still you accept them without noticing and continue to walk on.

Stop, so I can catch up
and show you love!
To pick you a flower,
to walk with you,
buy you vanilla ice cream
and we sit on the park benches
near the fog covered bay
as the ships sail across, passing each other
and ringing eachother's bells saying, "hello" to one another.
As we sit on those lonesome park benches,
and we catch up.

As the hands of a clock come together at nidnight
and the neon fireworks blast and explode off
into beautiful and cheerful colors.
As you look up at the beauty
I shall steal a kiss upon your sweet cheek.

Now, tell me my love, isn't that love?


Details | Rhyme | |

Whisper

Whisper.

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

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

We pick some flowers and catch a butterfly

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Garden

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.  


Details | I do not know? | |

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, 

alone,

embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.



Details | Rhyme | |

The Flower

Tranquil is the flower
that sits on the hill,
calm, peaceful -still

Doing its duty,
Endowing its beauty,
Gracing the land,
Affection at hand

No end to
its power,
Eternal,
the flower

A marvel
to view,
The Flower is you.....

(To be continued in “Me Without You”)

Written in Queens, New York -Circa 1994


Details | ABC | |

It Is You I Dream Of

A flower grows from beneath a blanket
Of fine and purest white
It reaches toward the sun for warmth,
For heat and for the light

My love for you grows stronger still,
Despite the surrounding cold
My heart is yours, bartered gone
For yours has it been sold

Its petals shine from morning dew
Its stem grows stiff and strong
It stands strong through the freezing cold
It stands the winter long

I long for you, for your soft touch
I miss the way you smile
The longer that we stay apart
The longer every mile

The flower stretches through the snow
It reaches toward the sun
And now without you the color is gone
The flower's petals, dun

But as we talk, and as we learn
The flower comes back to life
The snow now melts and goes away
As you take away my strife

Spring is here and growth abounds
As you and I are one
We are together, we are in love
The snow for now is done

I see the future, in dreams I have
Of our life, long and true
I see the times where all I need
Are comforting words from you

I see the times when winter comes
As winter tends to do
But we still love, and we still live
And I do still love you

And so we live, with children ours
And a life of much to see
With love we live, to live we love
Happy together are we

I see the flower, older now,
But still strong with fresh new leaves
I see it growing, tall and strong
Reaching to the eaves

We are now old, as years have passed
But old together are we
And strong our love still today
As strong as it can be


Details | Free verse | |

the nose of the rose

the nose 
of the rose
sweet red

perfect 
in bloom 
and 
in memory 
when dead


Details | Quatrain | |

I Married My Flower Girl

This may sound a little bizarre
But listen to my tale of love
A tale so rare, so tender, so sweet
Transcends all others above

Way back in nineteen-fifty-seven
Sweet Linda and I were married
Our flower girl was her eight year old sister
A bouquet of roses she carried

Linda and I enjoyed many great years
Till tragedy struck in ninety-eight
Contracting a very rare form of cancer
A disease that sealed her fate

Sadly she passed away early next year
Losing her courageous fight
Gave her blessing to our flower girl and me
Her dying wish... we would unite

Never guessing two years down the road
Our lives would again collide
Flower girl Cathie so demure and sweet
Walked down the aisle as my bride

@Jack Ellison 2012


Details | ABC | |

It Is You I Dream Of

flower grows from beneath a blanket
Of fine and purest white
It reaches toward the sun for warmth,
For heat and for the light

My love for you grows stronger still,
Despite the surrounding cold
My heart is yours, bartered gone
For yours has it been sold

Its petals shine from morning dew
Its stem grows stiff and strong
It stands strong through the freezing cold
It stands the winter long

I long for you, for your soft touch
I miss the way you smile
The longer that we stay apart
The longer every mile

The flower stretches through the snow
It reaches toward the sun
And now without you the color is gone
The flower's petals, dun

But as we talk, and as we learn
The flower comes back to life
The snow now melts and goes away
As you take away my strife

Spring is here and growth abounds
As you and I are one
We are together, we are in love
The snow for now is done

I see the future, in dreams I have
Of our life, long and true
I see the times where all I need
Are comforting words from you

I see the times when winter comes
As winter tends to do
But we still love, and we still live
And I do still love you

And so we live, with children ours
And a life of much to see
With love we live, to live we love
Happy together are we

I see the flower, older now,
But still strong with fresh new leaves
I see it growing, tall and strong
Reaching to the eaves

We are now old, as years have passed
But old together are we
And strong our love still today
As strong as it can be


Details | Free verse | |

My one true love

My one true love
your skin is so soft and smooth
you taste like Carmel candy.

Your perfume is like the first
flower of spring
your as pure as the first snow
of winter.

Your heart is as pure as gold
i promise to guard it like a
leprechaun.

Wishing you were my 
Valentine


Details | I do not know? | |

and I will come

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Haiku | |

Bouquet of Flowers


 
Flowers of many colors
Always received openly
To warm the loved heart

Eve Roper 10/31/2014


Details | Blank verse | |

Loves Cruel Arrows

I feel like a delicate flower all torn apart.  
Stomped on smashed into the ground. 
I opened my heart and I opened my person
I disregarded the sanctity of who I am 
And traded it for an illusion of grandeur.
Lying to myself, telling myself this must be real
Knowing that this is not how it should be or how it should go. 
But I did not want it to stop, I did not want it to end.  
Yet I knew it would end all too soon.
Men have this need to conquer, have this need to overtake
Men do not know how to truly love a women, nor do they really want to. 
They like a challenge, they do not want it to come to them easy.
Easy for them means they have not won it.  If it is given to them freely, they feel it 
must be nothing. It has no meaning, 
I am a delicate flower who has been torn apart and smashed into the ground.  
My heart is now broken again, and torn by loves cruel arrows, that pierce through 
the heart and leave it to bleed.  I do not understand the pain I feel nor do I want to 
know.  Leave me now and never return to me for I can not go through this again.


Details | Rhyme | |

Love Blossom

My love is fragile but alive, 
Like a newly budding flower 

Longing for your warm touch 
Like a soft springtime shower

Where I will colorfully blossom, 
Pedals stretching out to you wide 
Fragrantly releasing its emotion 
Held deep inside  

It will be prime for the picking 
A bountiful harvest you could reap 
A succulent gift of pure love 
And forever yours to keep 

It’s your magical life giving light 
That’s all it will need 
Or it will shrivel and die 
Like a lonely forgotten weed.   


Details | Rhyme | |

As Beautiful As You

We are having our front and back garden done
All we can see now is rubbish by the ton
Yet I know when the gardener is through
It will make our house beautiful just like you

We will also be changing the inside around
Due to the conservatory on the back ground
New bathroom and bedroom also to do
To make our house as beautiful as you

All things around us will be altered and changed
It will make all the mayhem seem less deranged
I have you to share it with you will see that it’s true
Our home will be just as beautiful as you

With everything finished sit back in repose
No sight of a flower not even a rose
Yet a flower I espy and very close too
It is you in our house that’s as beautiful as you

I hope this verse will remove some of the worry
For I know it will not happen all in a hurry
When the work is finished I will know what to do
Enjoy our house that’s as beautiful as you


Details | Free verse | |

Dreams of Summer on the Winter Solstice

	Dreams of Summer on the Winter Solstice

ah love, 
the scent of roses
at first bloom, 
new growth
that extends skyward, 
stretching

they are a wonder to me

let us sit here and drink tea
inhaling scents of lavender,
bergamot and roses

it is all so lovely, 
to be here with you

these moments 
are my treasure


Details | Rhyme | |

THIS LOVER'S CRUTCH

You tease me with sweet suggestion
your words are loud and clear
Yet I'm still plagued by many questions
and hold on to doubt and fear

Nobody can say it any better
but for me words are not enough
I need a soul's commitment like a fetter
it's love's hope when things are tough

Lust's first sip is incredibly delicious
but it's last dredges are a bitter pill 
I'm not chasing after a fragrant bud
if when a flower it's not fragrant still

Your lovely name is spelled desire
God knows I want to taste your touch
But there's something more and higher
A soulmate's heart is this lover's crutch

Date: 7-3-14


Details | Rhyme royal | |

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


Details | Verse | |

BUDS OF LOVE

Buds of love bringeth thy breath
Buds of love - on a sun shiny day
The rosebuds bloom in the womb
The womb of the soul in a sort of way
Shines the sun - nourishing thy bud
Awakening thee - to then be in bloom
Gorgeous the flower to see with the iris
Promotes the feelings of love if only to then see
We perceive the beauty glorious to then be
The roots of the flower we bring into view
Saying I love you if then you only knew
Walking paths of life if only then the clue
Loving you my love a long stem is divine
So are the climbers we planted on the fence
To say that I love you dovoted I am and hence
Forth each spring we grow such a flower
To cherish our love everlasting, planting the seed
And cultivate the weed - opposing the bad in life
We love each other - morality, and so we do need
Each loving moment we cherished with the bud
Buds of love , we sought to mean to one another
The love we endeavored to only each other
The rosebuds bloom! And I love you forever
Like the sun shining down upon my face
Glowing a radiant hue of beautiful rays
Still cultivating! The sky I then trace
Looking too at colors of the rainbow, I see
After the rain pours down , I oppose the blues
Buds of love, your true love , I be
And in the womb of my heart, I cherish
This beautiful feeling that overwhelms me
Each bud that blooms , blooms in my soul
And my soul walks with you day by day
I truly love you, This i can say
So therefore buds of love I welcome
I know in my heart they will bloom
And the weed is disposed of
Voila I'm on love!


Details | Verse | |

Sapphire

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


Details | Free verse | |

Orchards of the Moonlight

Jasmine blossomed 
from the concrete of heaven 
while angels sing soft melodies 
that land on the intimacy of my soul 

My eyes left perplexed 
captivating the presence of this beauty 
from a gentle smile that falls from the petals 
of this delicate flower 

The warmth of my heart, declared 
from the rays of the sun 
and shine my aura with pleasant moonlighted conversations 
that Eden has excited me with 

I'm lost in the trance of this moment 
brought upon the rain from the clouds 
that fog all existence of impressions 
left behind in departed memories of love 

The roses in my garden have expired 
to leave way for this fresh plantation to grow 
indulging it's direction to a whole new production 
of spiritual maturity 

I may have fallen in love with a desperate recognition 
my past has barricaded in the sands 
from the sight of this acquired exhibit 
that delivers passion to my universe 

I'm left in purity for this appeasing flower 
to teach me examples I've lost in the historical moments 
of my sanity caused by the white wine 
that shut out the seeds of my obliterated memories 

Blooming the center of my tender retentivity 
with a sensual touch that calms 
the reflection of the beaming solar system 
the world has equipped to my spirits 

Declining all invitations to submissive pain 
I've known in the past 
and accepting this development as a greeting 
to a new born creation 

She is my flower and I am her essence 
and together, 
we conform in collaboration 
to create a presence of ravishing affection 

Exposed in this garden of perfection...


Details | Rhyme | |

Dare

She walks amid flowers where I see
the blue jasmine and the white lily
bowing as she goes like a colibri
flipping her wings, laughing silly…
 
The wind enters, taking the scent away,
a thief we both, also invisible,
holding her waist, to kiss then to sway,
quoting a song found in a Bible.
 
When spring comes, she will leave there
and bloom anew, a bough in her hand
on head a garland and a quietly dare:
Would I obey love’s command?


Details | Verse | |

Nectar Of Passion



Velvet touch glides above, below

warming flesh of moistened nectar;

as stem enters love’s petal,

twilight bequeaths female to man. 



Ashley Conte
Passion Of A Jeu Ju for nette onclaud
July 24, 2014









Details | I do not know? | |

She

She

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

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

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



Details | Ballad | |

THE HONEY BEE

There was once a honey bee............ 
A honey bee so sweet 
Sweeter than any honey 
This honey bee you want to meet 

Every day collecting 
Honey dew 
Carefully selecting............. 
The honey for you 

There was once a honey bee 
Who flew free 
Flower to flower 
Searching,you see.............. 

Searching for honey dew 
On a day so sunny, 
and a sky so blue 
Flower to flower 
Looking for you............. 
To make the honey 

There was once a honey bee 
Who flew free 
This honey bee 
That I know 
This honey bee that I love so 
This honey bee has a name 
This honey bee............. 
is Melissa 
It suits her perfectly 


Details | Haiku | |

Mistaken identity

The royal cat nips                                                                                                     from staring morning glories                                                                                      drunkenly pounces


Details | Acrostic | |

LOVE

Love is pure beauty...at least, that's what I thought at first...don't spend your time unwisely, searching for temporary love that's sugar-coated and fake...love is an unbreakable vow
Oh! But, I wanna experience love at first sight (OH STOHP WHINING) - I need to have a faithful mate very badly, but I must remain self-controlled and patient, for the time will come!
Vibrant sun smiles down on me...sun rays warm my heart of affection and heartfelt emotions - hatred is an unwanted guest! An annoying pest! It envies our everlasting love, blossoming like a flower in spring
Enlivened by your innocence and pleasurable friendship - does she truly love me or is is just my impossible-to-achieve dream I dream...caught under your wicked spell! You're an enchanting oath that I don't..loathe


Details | Blank verse | |

Il Fiore Della Bruma P1

In a moment, a lapse of anguish
Through the sanded markets that
The mind implored.
Dust coughed up
And crystallised silence;
Each moan and cry
Of every wrapped face
Became a whisper,
As blood might echo an unheard drip
Into a lake of cold concern.
I do not know how the street kings felt
For upon re-opening they continued much the same;
Decrepit focus on none but their own.
It would sadden me to think the whip of this
Aged and ground earth
Was nothing more than an inconvenience…
But I do not know how the street kings felt,
For my only sense was the smell of mud from my hands,
As I pushed my eyelids shut.

I was never one of the stalls;
I had played that game and not liked it.
Instead what was I?
Scarce confess more than a ghost.
I had dropped an eye into the weeping tomb,
I had retraced each bone with affection
And made self-labour of their wandering loss.
I had carved a hole so deep within
That I may plunge.
Rise as I did, in the scope of the curious
I had no form known to this winding world.
I had a difference, for sure, there was much that I could not now.
Only sleep and give; remaining as dead as I ever was.
I lay naked upon the grazing sand,
Skin as cold as the failing tree.

But in this moment
The mournful fled,
My arms less heavy than known.
The wind spluttered,
Shook its anchor from retreat,
Revealing sights of the like
That opens the lungs.
An image serene, that beauty becomes existence.
I had dropped an eye into the weeping tomb
Now, returned with a thousand unseen truths.
This scope, upon which all light was born,
This blessing, upon which my skin was warmed,
This infinitely gentle and delicate sky
That I had long looked for.
Myself had withered and decayed
To reignite a brighter flame.
And as this new form,
My mind was able to understand these sights.
I lay still upon my back,
My eyes awake with the possibility,
My mouth gaped;
Hope wrapped its arms, like a quilt;
I was soothed enough.

And as in a touch, I breathed.


Details | Romanticism | |

a flower

a flower will blossem,
then it will die,
my love will blossem,
but will never die.

a flower will grow and grow,
will it wivers away,
my love willl grow and grow,
but will never stop growing.


Details | Free verse | |

Petals

The flowers wilted
the day you left
petals have fallen
one by one
till nothing was left
the earth where roots
used to cling
had turned loose
flooded by the rain of tears
that fell from my eyes


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

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


Details | Ballade | |

Tribute to the power that is

Tribute to the power that is

I see you in the morning 
I see you in the night
You’re in every blooming flower
You are in the sun so bright
I feel you as I’m walking
When I’m sitting in my chair
You are such a wondrous power
And I see you everywhere.

I have loved you since the moment
When I grew out of this Earth
I took a look around me
I was awed right from my birth
I have always felt your mystery
I have always felt your joy
I’ve known that I was part of you
Since I was just a boy

I do not need no books of rules
You gave them all to me
They are nestled in my deepest soul
I know I’m here to be
A part of you forever
And when it’s time to die
I know that I will join you
In your haven in the sky.

10 June 2014 @ 0428hrs.


Details | I do not know? | |

Why have the roses a season to bloom

Why have the roses a season to bloom
if my beloved wants one every morning?
Why? Is there another sweet scented boon
rivaling the prime star of every spring?
 
now it seems like a dreadful crime
to place around my beloved neck
the pale lily and the yellow jasmine,
no, I only need a rose on her cheek.
 
come all, even the humming bird
and the busy bumblebees, the Wild
calls! Let’s make our voices be heard
I must have roses by our bedside:
 
Be in the treetops or within the hive:
Love needs no season to be alive!


Details | Free verse | |

Late Blooming

You come from that place where Queen Anne’s lace
and milk thistle grow thick on the creek bank
behind the house.
Black-eyed Susans, opened to the sky,
sway strong and tall in the wind.
A dogwood blooms;
in remembrance of friends gone.

And the dust gathers
heavy over that forgotten place.
My heart closed up like a daylily
at moonrise.
And I, a late blooming rose,
far into an Indian summer.

You left; then I—
left and shook the dust not just from feet,
but hair, skin, bones.
It collected deep inside, though.
As you did.

We never said goodbye.

© stephanie pepper, 2013


Details | Rhyme | |

A Daisy For My Lady

A jug of wine, a book of verse and thou,
Beneath kind trees that spread their green leaves shady
My sheeps heart beats with love and I seek now
A daisy that this sheep may give his lady

I know, though full of love, I'm just a sheep
No one I think realistically supposes
That one like me can voice his love though deep
With fancy flowers like orchids or like roses

Nor does this sheep have much in pounds and pence
To make pretence for more would just be crazy
So I must make the most of sheepish sense
My Valentine shall be a single daisy

And so I trotted to the flower shop
'Excuse me, Mr Flower Man', said I
'Do you, perchance, have ready in your stock,
A daisy that this little sheep can buy?'

The Flower Man, he looked way down at me
His cold frown pierced my wool fleece cruelly deep
'I did not start in business,' muttered he
'To waste time selling common weeds to sheep.'

Again, I fail! It's my memorium
No flower, no leaf, no stem, not even root
By air I left the flower emporium
Propelled aloft by Mr Flowerman's boot

'Tis cruel, the worldly ways I must endure
Oft ridiculed and often wounded sore
But hero-like, my love forever pure
Burns fierce and earnest right through to my core

I hope one day my princess thinks on me
Perhaps she'll sigh; perhaps she'll shed a tear
For one whose woolly dreams could never be
For one she spurned, yet always held her dear.


Details | Romanticism | |

My Flower (Til the Last Beat of My Heart)

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


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

A Profundis

Oh this summer if I were you                                   
Tulips fluttered in the breeze that knew 
And kisses trickle from dawning's dew
Into spring blossoms white and blue


A tear drop's trail in tame to throe
Wings candle flickers 
Love's pollen pickers 
As petal pondered in weed to woe


Details | Rhyme | |

'I love a lovely girl, a Flower of---Brazil'

I love a lovely girl--a Flower
of the lands of gorgeous Brazil;
fair, fine, she by clock's ev'ry hour
makes the time be perfectly still.

Though blonde and easily pretty, 
she yearns to be loved and adored
for her soul and inward beauty
where lovely things are kept and stored. 

She's queenly and wears a rich crown,--
a regent who sits on my throne.
A rose, she's praised and of renown
and prized for her graces alone.

Ne'er having held her gentle hands
or knowing whether God has a plan
for us, I know she understands  
that I'm her friend ere time began.






Details | Rhyme | |

The Black Bee - Original by Rabindranath Tagore

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

You be like the lotus flower

You be the Lotus Flower

You’ve got to love yourself
This be your heritage
For you, you be unique
You have so much to give
You cannot be another
You may try with all your might
Be yourself, you’re beautiful
A creature of delight.

No king, no Queen, no President
Could ever like you glow
For you, be like a lotus lily
That in the swamp lands grow
It rises up above the mire
And shines for all to see.
You be like that Lotus flower
You’re Gods own mystery.

God made you so beautiful
He gave you all you’ll need
He sent you down to live this life
Within you, is the seed.
From this you’ll grow, a lotus flower
That has come into bloom 
You be a wondrous treasure
But you’re held within your gloom.

10 November 2014


Details | Quatern | |

While on Chamomile Fields We Lie

While on chamomile fields we lie
Plucking the thyme flowers to dry
Sage brushes tickling our noses
As we strike rose hips and poses

Black dahlia clouds dotting her eye
While on chamomile fields we lie
Between two stone pillars below
Lay tangled brush nests of swallow

Pink flower buds thrive in the heat
Atop these two hills of fresh peat
While on chamomile fields we lie
Watching dandelions float by

Timidly as a young starling
Rustles around a grass clearing
Coming as fast as she can fly
While on chamomile fields we lie


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This is the first Quatern I've ever written. Quite hard but fun. I initially was going to enter the Quatern contest but decided against it.


Details | Rhyme | |

CHOOSING THE PERFECT ROSES

Today even the February sky is shimmering red;
a little shoppe of flower with a sign, " No Smoking, Please. "
carries my favorite roses tendered by friendly Fred...
the ones my tender and loving Valentine likes to receive.



With hundreds of pretty roses, it should be an easy task; 
I browse and get lost in their beautiful colors;
Sherry approaches me noticing I hesitate to ask,
" Hi, handsome...let me help you choose the perfect roses! "



Those yellow, purple, white and blue ones don't seem to ignite fantasy, 
but the flaming red ones stand out as inflamed hearts seeking passion;
" Do you like these? Are they for your fiance, or wife? She kindly asks me. 
I reply with an air of mystery, " No, they are for my secret admirer, Lynn! " 









Details | Rhyme | |

That Angel Smells Like Lotus Flowers

I know not her name, 
But I can trace her by scent, 
She has driven me into a smell-at-them game, 
And am attracted to her a hundred percent, 

Stronger than my very own Chase, 
But am unable to keep the pace, 
The scent, be it expensive, I'll buy on higher purchase, 
I just want a glimpse of her face, 

Is she a material girl in a material world? 
Who taught her to smell so sweet? 
Whatever the case I'll buy her the world, 
And place it beneath her feet, 

I spoke with the wind to reverse her scent, 
And I followed it to a mansion so beautiful, 
It is here that I'll pitch my tent, 
Till I see this angel that converted me to a beauty fool, 

Alas! A master piece, 
If she isn't a runaway angel from heaven, 
Then God must have really been at peace, 
And created her in days more that seven, 

Introduce myself I shall, 
Even if its only for a while, 
Am Leonardo da vinci, please Monalisa smile, 
But she disappears behind that great wall, 


Details | Free verse | |

Love's Tender Greening Bud

Come, gentle Spring,
Into my winter heart
Long frozen beneath a wide expanse of snow.
Seek out the slumbering flower
Hidden in the dormant sod;
Charm her from frigid grave
With sweet, warm sighs and penetrating rains.
Come, incessant Spring,
And ravage my still heart with beauty's multitude.
Persist until I feel
Love's tender greening bud
Burst through surrendered soil.


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Love tests true lovers

Pleasure of getting flowers, 
Living in immortal verse…
Hunger tastes caulliflower.
Love tests true lovers.


Details | Haiku | |

Trampled Flower, Trampled Love

Crushed petal, crushed stem
Flattened flower, Trampled love
Dead and dry flower

Crushed love, crushed heart, still
Packed down against the pavement
Crushed flower, crushed stem

Forgotten love, lost
Dried between sun and pavement
pages in a book


Trisha Sugarek
Moths and Machettes


Details | Rhyme | |

A certain song

A certain song

A certain star did ride the sky
On the day that I met you
It symbolized a special love
With force so rare and true
That opens hearts just like a flower,
It’s only aim, to bloom
This star did prophesy the  love 
You’ll use to melt my gloom

A special magic in the air
Seems to come when you are here
It seeps into my tender heart
As love so pure and clear
Sends out a beam of ecstasy
Creating sweet love songs
That will last forever more
Until all time is gone.

A special song will always play
A tender symphony
A serenade, a rhapsody
Of love, and you and me
And with this song my life will bloom
Within loves mystery 
All this love, I have for you
Will see eternity


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Coincidence or Design

Was it by Coincidence or design 
That you came to be mine
if only for the night
The only night I wished for no dawn

We stemed from different worlds 
but we blossomed in our very own 
Our language differed
but our souls understood

Just one night together 
and now most likely a lifetime apart
but even that fact cannot taint 
Our night, our beating hearts 

My soul hopes for yours
And I hope the universe is kind 
and brings us back together 
by coincidence or design


Details | I do not know? | |

A new deal

If you dare not to stop me for a Kiss,
A single one that I wouldn’t trade
For every artwork once made,
I will steal your charming fleur-de-lis 
To stitch on my coat of arms,
saving me from earthly charms.

How truthful it is if you have to steal,
Easily changing when a new face
chases my eyes with her grace, 
Kiss me willing now for our new deal:
To kiss me ever when I demand 
as I will also obey your command. 


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tumbling weed of Jericho

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


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AS A FLOWER SHE STOOD

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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BREATH OF THE ROSE

To admire that of the precious babies breath
The sweet aroma of the divine beauty of the rose
Roses are true, they are red , some purity of white
Pink - they are the beauteous of the beloved
Friendship domains that of the yellow bud
Courtship , day by day , dozen by dozen
Miraculous the meaning of thee. with true insight
Fondness of the true love the romantic fellow
A kiss on the cheek , sparkles the attention
Onto the lover's intention to therefore be loved
Admiration of the eye of the beholder, I see
Line by line, rhyme by rhyme, to be or not to be
Thee rose with a thought of loving praise
Divine my true sweetheart , sweetheart roses with prose
My oh my, I say , beauteous be then
True love - my heart may never mend
But as I admire - this wondrous bud
Still line by line - the petals then said
I love thee the most - each rhyming moment
And no lovers' quarrel be left unsaid
Then the rose I give of this the flower
That sparkles with attention seeing the light
And kiss and tell , we make up too
And the eyes glow deep in the night.


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A Walk In The Garden In Moonlight Part 2 of 2

(Part 2 of 2)


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

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

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

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


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


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Me Without You -Part 2 to The Flower

.....Beyond that hill
not far away,
a barren land
filled with gray

A place where storms
command the skies,
A place where zealous
vultures fly

A place untouched
by the flower’s love,
So savagely damaged
by the rain from above

This land is me
when I’m sad and blue,
The land with no flower,
Me without You

Written in Queens, New York -Circa 1994


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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.
 CMS


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OPIUM GIRL

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

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


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ROSA GLUTINOSA - TRUE COLORS

Roses are still red  -  and
True - pink and velvet silk of ivory
Rosa Glutinosa - the species of Mediterranean
Stunted by the growth, Native be Europe, Turkey and Iran
A shrub - at most three tiny feet high
Beauty it be of whites - 5 petals and true of thee
Gold- centered a bud - Her devoted majesty
For European culture - thee limbs hairy and of thorn
Fresh - be it- be - the leaves aroma of pine
Roses are - what to determine true love, and mine
Look thee - Rosa Glutinosa - the love doth flow
Like a daisy - with petals true and fact every time
He or she loves me , loves me not, loves me , loves me not
Matter of fact - gimme five , He or she ends always
With that - that is true - LOVES ME
Controlled by the daisy - by the European  Rose!
And true to a point - picking the petals then see
Glutinosa - your true colors special to know of how rare
To know to start out with HE/SHE loves me not - HE/SHE loves me
Loves me not - loves me ends like this with
A fur of thick - thorn - and 3 foot slap
Right in the face - loves me not too for also and end
True how 5 petals waiting
Too the daisy , shall it known the rose is close
And each petal bore by the bud
Feelings are then beauteous - they flood
Determining love - I say it with prose
Loves me - pick the petal that beautiful rose!

In true love shall we pend in life  .  The point I get to say in my song Lyrics as a songwriter too!  MY SONG  Sir , Don't You Understand ?  sung by singer Sharon Zee
can be heard on Hitsongradio.com  under TOP100 Hits


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I am Vain like Veins

The stark gray of the rainfall in a tortured Heaven—this is how the you view the world
Not through eyes of reason or objective pondering
	As the minds of philosophers, of thinkers, of geniuses
But through the mind of subjective and bitter reactions
	Like the minds of viscous beasts hunting the Sheep and Lambs

           I am vain like veins..

Tepid clouds are actively shrouding the night
Thou shall kiss the moon with cold lips—
And again think with a fragile heart: do not worry it will not burn thee; 
the heat that was once searing  the day is hiding under the Luna
	Thou have an icy frame—like the gentle winters…
Do you know of the gods of love?—maybe in the signing of the leases you learned something 
from the Owner
	Thou were a sheep; thou were a lamb; thou were a subtle flower in the sweet smell of April…
but thou now has an icy frame—like the gentle winter
                     And the rotten tendrils of your decaying vines has a putrid stench

          I am vain like veins...

The monotonous drops of rain fall like tears…
 


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My Flower Love

           MY FLOWER LOVE
Hid in the deepest dark and soul of me
where no one ever thought could be a thing
a flower grows, called love, and longs to be
all of your deepest dreams a night could bring.

And if this night does whisper your desire
through mine own heart, and through my fingertips,
my flower love shall burst into a fire
as surely as the meeting of our lips.

To lay you down and enter love so deep
into the very heart of you I go
then damp with passion, it's the time for sleep
to dream the dream again so few could know.

        And as the dawn lights through my window pain, 
          my flower love--I'll love you once again.


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Dreaming Of You

My starry, starry eyes upon you this very night
In the starlight, in the world of beautiful roses
Walking in the gardens among miles of buds blooming
The vision I find in loving you, I find clear
Is an exquisite mesmerized wondrous sight
Not boring but extraordinary beyond the best dreams
The farther I step, the brighter each day gets
The more my vision drives my senses clear
My starry, starry eyes therefore giving me utmost pleasure
Through the years of my life of which I seek to hold
To find the innocence of the flavor of love 
My eyes focus and pleasure , I look beyond compare
To seek the visual beauty of the rose in prose
Everything colorful in hues when my eyes set on you
And my soul hungers for the pleasure I found
The attraction to you like that of the rose
And with the stars - I gaze at the moonlight
Shining down upon my radiant face
I visualize the beauty with these eyes of mine
My senses still wonder if true love be true
And my sight  shows true colors in loving you
Yes , I found the love of my dreams
In my mind , he could be real it seems
And with the rosebud this I could then see
The aroma then so very sweet
As  the petals bloom, I breathe
This beauty! Then toss the bouquet
Charm me , you I might then meet
And thus the bud blooms in my sight
My starry, starry eyes seek into the night.


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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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Rose for all Seasons

Spring

As He looked down from the heavens above,
He created spring and prepared the earth.
He decided Eden needed more love
and made this the season for a new birth.

A perfect garden but man was alone.
One night He caused man to dream in his sleep
and opened his breast removing a bone.
A flower was planted for man to keep.

I am that mate, I’m man's flowering rose.
I was planted in spring in hallowed ground. 
Created in beauty the gardener knows,
the flower of man, to him I am bound.

No longer will man be alone to toil.
Planted in spring in God’s loving soil.


Summer

Now is the season I have come to bloom.
Thriving in summer, the gardener’s plan.
Born as a flower within the earth’s womb.
A beautiful rose created for man.

His gift of a flower since time began.
Companion for life, a loving soul mate.
Blossoming strength in the summertime span.
Flowering beauty at the garden gate.

I am that rose, such a wonderful fate.
Strength in beauty, I’m the gardener’s rose.
Created for man so we can relate.
I stand behind him where the garden grows.

Grace in beauty and feminine power.
Standing with him, I’m the summer flower.


Fall

Fall is the season of power and might.
A soul mate I was created to be
and placed in the garden at God’s decree.
Behind my man in the gardener’s sight,
a feminine rose is the male delight.
As I stand next to him, for all to see,
my mystical power that set him free
and the gardener smiled for it was right.

Fall is the season I start to relax,
the breeze is provoking my rest and sleep.
It is the season, our work is now done.
Together all year we learned all the facts
and memories that we, forever keep.
For we have been blessed together as one.


Winter

Winter lends a blanket of snow
here in the place where gardens grow.
Blossomed all year beautifully dressed.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

The gardener knows the reason,
my beauty doubles next season.
I gave him strength, held to my breast.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

My man smiles because of the rose.
A winter sleep is just repose.
A rose for a man, passed the test.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

Winter lends a blanket of snow.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.



Author Notes:

Spring:  Shakespearian sonnet
Summer: Spenserian sonnet
Fall: Petrarchan sonnet
Winter: Kyrielle sonnet



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Narcissus

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


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My own little garden

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


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The Sea Blue Eyes II

There she is the false image standing quietly
She is just standing looking at a beautiful flower
She notices her passion of earthy desire
Something is happening she burst into the sun
I look up as her hands grasp my face
Her sea blue eyes gazed at me
Her warm hand and then a bright light blinded me
I went down on my knees and cried
The salty water dropped on to the ground 
I live by the ocean so deep
I do not know how to swim
By the thought of a beautiful look 
That made me shake
With fear in my head I saw those Sea Blue Eyes
I cannot restrain myself she burst into the sun
What is going on is it just the feeling of being left behind
She was a desire and now I have none
Driving nuts and insane what will I do
Believing such a image is a dream
I walk on the sand by the ocean with flowers in my hand
Raising it to the sky and trying my best to lure her
The image came close 
It pulled me into the ocean I was soaked
What a lonely human being I am
I grope the sky with such desire
I look pitiful and look anguished
What horrible feeling I have to pull the beauty that is nature down
The wind blew one day the image once more appeared
A young woman standing beside a flower with deep Sea Blue Eyes
Looked at me a glance of hope and happiness came
I reached for her and all of a sudden I fell into a deep sleep
Months past they had told me that I jump off a cliff 
They explained that the flower patch was by it
I realize heaven and earth cannot be reached with out a sacrifice
With meaningless thoughts I would wonder of to the cliff area
To see the ocean were it meets and ends
I was told a story long ago that the feelings of the ocean can seep into your soul
The trend of this story came shortly after some deaths
I was fooled the lady with the Sea Blue Eyes can manipulate anyone
Ladies and men, she is an illusion of the utmost desire
Blaming everyone human kind knowing they are lyres
The ghostly images that creeps everyone is oneself
Desire falls upon those who are lonely 
Believe of the unnatural becomes science
The Sea Blue Eyes is no lie cause they have been taking souls
Through century they have been taking souls for tolls
I stood once again near the ocean reaching to the sky
Lonely I was ready to disappear 
One day she not the lady of the sea it was the one I knew
I was blessed that day she embrace me 
I then fell into a slumber of bliss and desire
Now I just hear voices and I am paralyze down
A disappointment I was fooled once more by the Sea Blue Eyes 

To be continue.


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Like a butterfly

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


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Orgasm

           ORGASM
Hid in the deepest dark and soul of me
where no one ever thought could be a thing
a flower grows, called love, and and longs to be
all of your deepest dreams a night could bring.

And if this night does whisper your desire
through mine own heart, and through my fingertips,
my flower love shall burst into a fire
as surely as the meeting of our lips.

To lay you down and enter love so deep
into the very heart of you I go
then damp with passion, it's the time for sleep
to dream the dream again that few could know.

        And as the dawn lights through my window pane,
          my flower love--I'll enter you again.


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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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He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

I pick a daisy watching you
play basketball out in the park

you push your dirty-blond hair
away from your face
smiling and waving towards me

I look up from the flower
wave back with a grin

and begin to pluck off
the pale white petals

He loves me....

But then I see you
with my ex-best friend
laughing with her

not me.

You sit with her for a while
And she shoots me a smug smirk

I look away and across the court
I sigh softly and continue to yank off
more petals

He loves me not...

I keep the flower until halftime
when you run to me and smile

asking if I like watching the game
so far

with that adorable impish grin
and then you hug me

and run back onto the court with a laugh
your blue eyes shining, brownish-blond hair
flying in all directions

And I sit in shock 
for a moment

And I gently pull off
another petal

He loves me...

But you still sit next to her
when you're not on the court

And I want to cry for a moment
and I look away as she leans into you
about to kiss you

And I stand up to leave
to run away from you and her

But I hear you yell angrily at her
something about you already having a girlfriend

which means I have no chance
no chance at all

I drop the daisy into the grass
but not before ripping off another petal

He loves me not...

but you run towards me as I turn to go
and you say,

Are you ok?

I sigh sadly and reply,

Isn't your girlfriend waiting?

He laughs, the soft, throaty laugh that I love so much.

You're my girlfriend!

And I blush and mumble something unintelligible under my breath
you pick up the flower hand it to me
and I pull off the last petal.

He loves me.


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Red Rose

What a beautiful scarlet rose!
The smiling petals surround your heart
What a charming blood-red flower!
While approaching,
Your sweetness fulfills my chest.

Who thought of this blood color with scent?
I could not satisfy for just standing,
Smelling, and admiring.
My hand then tries to reach you,
My head plans to pick you up.
Violently your barbs bleed my heart,
Oh Dear!


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the vulgar and the beautiful

The Vulgar and the Beautiful 

By the roadside I saw a blushing flower amongst
arrogant, working class weed. It suffered greatly 
this delicate bloom which could inspire a poet
to write about the richness of nature if only bloody
weed would stop being so obtrusive.

I picked the flower, rude, gray weed applauded 
in their world of harshness beauty was strength.
And now that I have changed from being an angry
old man to a gentle soul, I put the flower in a vase
and saw it die of loneliness 

Next day I stopped my car at the same spot I
ignored the blaring horns of angry drivers. And 
the weed said: “why did you this to us we need 
a soft soul amongst us even when we make fun 
of its boon, but we need the love it creates. 


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A daisy's petals

As I was walking down a dirt road.
I picked a daisy along the way.
I thought of my true love, 
And where he was today.
I look at the daisy’s petals.
They were each white as snow,
I thought that I should pull them 
To see if he still loved me so.
He loves me, he loves not, 
Went running through my mind.
Should I pull the petals away,
To see what I would find.
My love had gone away,
Many, many days ago.
For whatever the petals would say
I knew he had loved me so.
I did not need this flower,
To tell me what I already knew.
That he had loved me so,
With a love so rare and true.
I looked at the daisy once more,
With thoughts of my Love and what we shared.
Then I continued down the dirt road,
With the daisy in my hair


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Coming


That rose
Greeted me 
And loved me
All the days
Whenever I met her
With my passion to see 
Her beauty of the smile,
And splendor of her soul,
In the garden of love.
But, today, she’s not there 
As I want to love her
And marry her too,
Because, her life ended
By cruel time,
And the same time 
Now approaching me
To take me away too,
And I enjoy going with time
As I love to meet 
And embrace the rose,
The rose of short life,
Plucked by the eyes of hate
And the fingers of fate.




By: R K Chowdary Jasti 
















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My Flower Among Women On Earth

My flower among woman in earth
Blossoms of my courage in the wind
Beauty of the thousand stars light
Glowing brilliantly in the sky

Lily among precious lilies to me
Flowing from my heart and mind
Like the blue moon seen once in a lifetime
Take you alive and free inside my heart

Like the tears of a virgin mostly blessed
A diamond for all men
You’re my wish among the breathe
Keep you priceless even after death

By the shadow of the sun ill free your ache
Within my hand take your strength.
Inhale the remaining aura I possess
To let you be immortal as you are.

By the god I speak a pact
You’re all inside my bursting heart.
Your splendor is my dream
The devotion before my brain.

Like a soldier dying ill speak to you
Love among love I hold
Stay as precious as you are,
My flower among women on earth.


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A garden of flowers

A garden of flowers............. 
 
A garden of flowers are grown for the Eden of love
There are so many lovely flowers are grown in this garden
Only each flower will attract us with its own beauty 
All the flowers are swarming, gracefully and clamor on the earth
Each flower could open our heart to feel the love of nature
Flowers in the morning mist with crystal dew drops
make us to see the light of the God shine from heaven
When the rain falls from the sky, Mother Nature makes them grow widely
When I walked in the garden, I smell the sweet aroma from their petals
When the darkness covers the garden with shade of night
then the moonlight shine on all those flower's petals with dew drops
When all those flowers are in your hands, you will feel the world for the moment
And love for the flowers in all her splendor grand, my heart at rests more

Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka

Copyright @2008 - Ravi Sathasivam

 


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Ludwig and Vincent

Ludwig & Vincent...


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


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


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


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


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


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


Ludwig and Vincent smiled, each tugging an ear.


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A Moment

Morning comes over the roof.
Beams of energy traveling the annals of time
A relentless journey to rest upon my face.
Subtle at first, like the sly fox in pursuit of the hen
Heat builds that burns the dew of a new day
Flowers stretch out their pastel arms
Picking atoms like pollen that stimulates the pistil
Refreshed, shaking off nights cool grasp
I am new, reborn, never to be heard or seen again
Like a child gleefully sliding down the snowy mountain
A grain has slipped thru its lustful form
Looking up, showered in kin
Reunited with deceased ancestors, death is accepted
Hark, in the distance where the sky meets earth
The soft glow of love breaks!


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FLOWER FOR HER HAIR

 FLOWER FOR HER HAIR
You lose your heart in Saint Germain
and fall in love in Paris rain
too quick and furious to know
where love comes from, where it may go
and then you walk together by the Seine.

You buy a flower for her hair
with tender hands you put it there
and brush her cheek with finger tips
it brings the smile onto her lips
you'd touch her for a while if you would dare.

The springlike day goes much too fast
you love so much it can not last
the tiny shop the tiny street
the cafe where you stop to eat
too soon become reminders of the past.

And Saint Germain has this for you; 
to help you leave, as you must do; 
all of her love, her memory 
you’ll think about, as it should be, 
but never to reclaim this love so true. 
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa


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SUI GENERIS

For many days
I've searched for one
To light up my darkness
And make me feel less forlon.

For ages
I've roamed the forest
In search of a fair flower
In search of a loveable lovely lover.

Behold an exceptional flower 
The specie after my heart
May it forever last
In my care.

Others may search on
I've found me one
Comparable to none
The unique queen of the forest.


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if my love was a flower

if my love was a flower, 
would u water it with your love,

 expose it to the warming sun that glistens high above,


 would you hold it in your arms, so gently yet still firm

 would you care for it and bare with it through the windy storms, 

if my love was a flower what flower would it be ? 

A tulip, a rose or a magnificent daisy,
because just like my love to you, 
this flower forever remains to be


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Pleasant sway


Pleasance gardens, sounds rather
marvellous. Pink showering blossom
trees with suckling honey bees.
 
A vastness of beautiful flowering shrubs.
I'm sure I just glimpsed a sweet cherub
up above, with a bow of desire firing 
arrows of love.

It all makes perfect sense, in the
middle of a perfect day. This truly is
a wondrous place. Put aside your hesitation
and haste, stay for a while longer and enjoy 
the pleasant sway.


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"A Rose"

The flower that most touches my heart is a rose
For Rosanna is my wife and that's where my heart goes..
She could be hard to hold and could cut to a glide..
But only I know the rose petals have a softer side..
When she awakes in the morning its like blooming in the spring..
They close so slightly only to bring better things..
Her scent so alluring as a rose does the same..
Her love so intoxicating, my love you can't tame..
So a rose is my flower that stays in my life..
And I'm so lucky to have Rosanna as my wife..



inspired by "Flower Contest"


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Anthesis

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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Seasonal Secrets

Spring:
   Beautiful flowers bloom
   as the sun begins to rise.
   I haven't yet seen
   what's behind your eyes.
Summer:
   Sweet words turns
   into hot, steamy kisses.
   For your lips is always
   what one misses.
Fall:
   As the nights
   begins to cool down,
   I start to hope that
   you'll be around.
Winter:
   A gentle breeze
   pulls us close.
   Your love is what
   I want most.


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When The Roses Fell

I remember the day, when the poor roses fell
A day, like no other I've found
You came from the garden, with flowers to sell
With roses, all over the ground

Caught in the middle, was a flower of gold
None, like I've ever seen
For the roses it seemed, didn't want to be sold
As they lay there, guarding their queen

There was so much beauty, in one single place
That the people couldn't help but stare
In spite of the roses, they looked on your face
The most beautiful flower there

As I looked at this flower that lay among thorns
A smile in my heart starts to grow
For the petals of gold, that your flower adorns
Had such a beautiful glow

I will never forget when the poor roses fell
For I chose the flower within
From the moment I saw you, I could already tell
I couldn't wait for our life to begin


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You Are With a Child I am not here Anymore

Where are you brother for flesh that sizzles for me?
We ache together and cry apart in arms of lovers
Foreign to us as spirits in the air
God before man, Lovers but happy, yet hating this life
And we loved each embrace but hated the end, the beginning I died in between
In the arms of my lover, my sin, my hates face
And they whisper about things they can’t understand 
I forgot
I died, and he lies in you now
Happy little girl, happy man
And I lay way over there far away
Best stay that way
Adios, Adios amigo of Diablo
And I died there among the ashes
And I cried alone in her
And me, And I am more now not like before
Solo and he knew it, can’t claim ashes she burnt up away in the air
You can only catch piece of her, pieces of what she use to be nothing to you
Burning her in the air before a new world
Hate me please
Because she will never truly hate you like before
She saved herself from past
Where you still remain in youth in that little girl
Good bye man, Goodbye
Pick up your fallen flower and run just like before
Its best beast that’s what you like
I remember
I forgot all the good things you were 
Not
What you said at the beginning I died at the end
And all that is left is you’re fallen flower on the floor
Damaged goods that little girl, used by all those before you
And I am not bitter why be heard beast I knew the real you she got the copy false 
eyes, liar
Oops that’s me I know nothing she knows the real you
Goodbye, Goodbye

Because he was more intelligent than her she knows nothing
Uh huh and they all remember when he left
Uh huh and she forgot and he remains now in you be happy
Carry your disease infested butt right back to the pits of hell far from her.

Cause she needs the heat and you frozen in the center of her heart
And he will melt you away just like before
Goodbye enemy of mine wrapped beneath a friend/hate
Catch you latter with that child near me
Right here
Minus the one that still hurts!!!


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Life Of A Flower

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

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

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


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TICKET TICKET TICKET

TICKET TICKET TICKET

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

_________________ 
Jesus Freak Homeless 
   
           
   


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An Hour Glass

An Hour Glass
What of unspoken beauty’
It slowly sips through the wonder of time
A flower of bright rose petals 
Shaking the hearts of men who wonders in horizon

It left me in its warmth salivating,
From the depth of it I found love
A profound light to its creed,a special jewel
With more soul it stand strong

Many demeaned it with hard words
Its fat, huge, heavy
Some of the words 
But with love it stood strong

To men with soul its their compas
Directing ;through them circles on it they get lost
To mornin rays down its waist  shines bright
Soundin the beat of their soul 

I can only dance to it
It’s the flower we call full figure woman
An hour glass with beautiful curves 
To her I find switnes n rest
Can’t help it I love you full figure woman 
Ha.  
   
 



 


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My Rose

I found a beautiful Rose
Upon a bed of leaves
In a beautiful pose
Rolled up in her satin sleeves
My beautiful Rose

Wrapped in handmade bows
Petals soft as a babies cheek
Opened my heart, to a soul I seek
When I found my beautiful Rose

I see you in your leafy nest
It’s here I will lay
My heart to rest
I am so wrapped up
In the beautiful bows
Of my beautiful Rose

Only Mother Nature
Herself could sew
I know what I want
And I want one of those
Because everyone knows
Nothing says more about love
Than a beautiful Rose

Sleeps away in baby’s breath
Where I see her silhouette
How peaceful she looks and I know
I have to have her where ever I go
 
I will never let go
Of my beautiful Rose
Wrapped forever
In her beautiful bows
And I know I never want
Any other Rose


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Our Flower

It Started off as a seed.
That we, you and I planted.
We watered it daily, gave it plenty of sunshine, and it grew.
The most beautiful flower, it was.
People envied it. 
Wishing they could grow a flower like ours.
"It will always bee there", you said, " as long as we remember to take care of it.
But our lives sometimes caused us to forget to shower it with affection.
We sometimes forgot to water it, and sit it in the sunshine to absorb the warmth.
And soon we didnt water it at all, and it didn't see sunshine for weeks.
It started to lose its bright red, and fade to brown.
And by the time i realized what was happening it was too late. 
I tried to revive it. 
I watered it more than usual.
And even let it sit in the sun all day.
But it continued to deteriorate.
A flower such as this needs the devotion of two, one person can't do it all.
So, I had to sit, and watch
as our flower...
our love...
died.


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All in the crowd named Susan

If he spoke one word he'd die, what word could be so prized?
There is one that could be, though of a word that knew no lies
For if it did it would not be true for deep affection is not spread in such ways
So the word he thought he kept on thinking not with his mind but with his heart
With his care for words he knew there to be only time for one
so the axe waiting to come down upon his fair skin and rough neck
He gazed upon a crowd.
So he spoke a word worth his life 
the word he spoke was this
so hear and go with sacrifice
the word he spoke was "LOVE"

Black eyed Susan share the sun with the crimson red of blood
One may wonder what of the cause?
For now what is done is done

Now here after the word was heard
Thoughts exchanged from brain to brain
Sharing what they thought they knew
A simple word set forth with enough power
To move infinite inspiration through the realm of time and space
And so with one word the word of "LOVE"
The many in the crowd had found
You can murder a man and take his will
But you can never kill the words he spoke

Water rushed down from the emptiness of the sky now filled with black clouds washing the yellow pedals from the stain of what intoxicated them. Now the scene a blank slate once again. All that was remembered was a word. Love.


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A Flower

Such a beautiful flower I hoped to find
    to gather your affections to close bind
  but no such flower could I find
     Instead, I plucked these words from mind
I thought about this flower and the hour
    in which the time will grant
     a gift from me to you, creating lover's slant
ohh, much time did come to pass
     before I saw myself as ass
       undoing my desire
    better you are than my passion's fire
         for without the fuel the fire dies
     for this, the flower in my eyes, to you fails to compare
but the flower within you, to show my care
    is the object I must find
to watch and help you grow and myself to you must bind
So I'm still looking for this flower
  but no longer but an hour
  do I hope to see my thoughts and desires become reality.
I look for flower within you, what will you find in me?


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Not here.

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


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The love she shares.

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


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For R E Clennon-Powell

There was a flower with a dream
Within its heart like a sun
And life was like a living stream
That kept rolling on and on
The flower grew each day brighter
And the dream steadfast yet
Like a stamen still sweeter
Golden rose, but could not set

Time grew longer and flowers fade
But a pollen sweetly holds
One dream a stigma to invade
And rise while time onward rolls
For that pollen flourished stronger
When petals shrivelling aged
And could nurse the dream no longer
Against life's sore sudden rage

Each petal knew its day was done
It could not bring still the bee
Its brighter days already run
The nectar dried, dry the tree
But pollens are dreams holding fast
To bring a seed out of gold
The way dreams hold and ever last
While lovers turn gray and old

Their dream to hold hands, dream to walk
The sea's edge kicking the sand
To climb a hill and sit and talk
Or plant and sow the rain glad land
Or like a petal drunk with joy
To dance her in the fresh wind
Holding still the promise since a boy
When ttrembling they halted sin

It was the dream that like a sun
Finally dried up all his veins
The bee to pollen dance and spun
But useless came the bright rains
It sogged him, nothing stiff stayed
When petals shrivel and falls
The flower wrinkles and we fade
And time tumbles solid walls

Only for satisfaction then
They laughed while the waning moon
To its rest sadly too descend
Dreaming bright amidst the ruin
Of love kept O too long apart
Of flowers faded in the sun
Of dreams still sweetening the heart
Of hopes past when time is done


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FLOWER LOVE

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
Belongs...
Always...
In you...
 
 


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Seedling

I held in my hand a little seed.
It was so small and yet had so much potential.
I gently placed it in some soft fertile soil.
I covered it over and looked in awe.
Every day I tended to it,
watched for the first sign of life.
I was rewarded one day with a tentative, gentle glimmer.
Hapiness overwhelmed me.
I looked after it lovingly, and it grew strong.
Love and care and nourishment.
All my little flower needed.
It was so beautiful, graceful.
Everyone who looked upon it fell in love.
I plucked that flower and placed it in some neutral water.
At first it blossomed.
I knew I had done the right thing.
The petals glowed with life.
Then,
something went wrong.
The water grew stale.
My little flower started to wilt.
It bent over and the petals went dull.
One by one she shed her beautiful plumage.
What had I done?
I took my beautiful flower and held it in my hand.
No more was her shining glory.
I wept and held it tight.
I closed my hand protectively.
When I opened my hand, there it was.
Another little seed,
waiting to be reborn.


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Flower

A flower slowly grows.
Unaware of what it will become.
As it gets older, leaves start to fall.

Wind and seasons knock it down but still the flower keeps its shape.
The flower grows tall and strong but still has to face the bugs that come on its leaves.
Soon the bugs disappear and the flower realizes it was strong all along.
It had to face the  obstacles before it could fully bloom.


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There are storms even on the sunniest days

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


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Special

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


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A Thing Called Love

Love is apple sweet
Love is warm sand against ya feet
Love is like a starry sky
Love is like the moon vanishing without a goodbye
Love is a flower that blooms by day
Love is like a flower by night vanishes away
Love is a tree that grows stronger every year
Love is like a child struck with fear
Love..... Love.....
What is this little thing called

           "Love"


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Broken heart



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


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

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


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

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

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

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

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

Even now 

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


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


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


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Why You Forsake Me?

Why would you forsake me?

In the time of the autumn wind

Leaving the moon to fade..

Just as the flower wilt and dies

You forsaken me..

Left me cold...

Not even the dove wings to
Embrace me..

I stand alone in the autumn
Wind..

Weary of time, weary and cold
Without one flower to warm me
As the sun..

Just melting tears..

Where will I be when the stars
Shred it lights..

Why would you forsake me?


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A Flower

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

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

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


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SWEET FLOWERS

The flowers you hold for me 
Precious scent 
Filling me through 
My thoughts, of you 
What you meant 
What you meant to do 

Sweet flowers 
Following you 
What you do 
What you meant 
Your precious scent 

This sweet flower scent........ 
Following......... 
Following you 
This is what you meant 

Sweet sensual flower 
I breathe your sexual power 
Sweet flowers in my dream 
Precious scent drifting downstream 

Sweet flowers drifting downstream 
You and I................... 
This is our dream 

The flowers I hold for you, 
the love too 
Our dream 
Sweet flowers drifting downstream 


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SWEET FLOWERS

The flowers you hold for me 
Precious scent 
Filling me through 
My thoughts, of you 
What you meant 
What you meant to do 

Sweet flowers 
Following you 
What you do 
What you meant 
Your precious scent 

This sweet flower scent........ 
Following......... 
Following you 
This is what you meant 

Sweet sensual flower 
I breathe your sexual power 
Sweet flowers in my dream 
Precious scent drifting downstream 

Sweet flowers drifting downstream 
You and I................... 
This is our dream 

The flowers I hold for you, 
the love too 
Our dream 
Sweet flowers drifting downstream 


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Poetry is Words

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


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SWEET FLOWERS

The flowers you hold for me 
Precious scent 
Filling me through 
My thoughts, of you 
What you meant 
What you meant to do 

Sweet flowers 
Following you 
What you do 
What you meant 
Your precious scent 

This sweet flower scent........ 
Following......... 
Following you 
This is what you meant 

Sweet sensual flower 
I breathe your sexual power 
Sweet flowers in my dream 
Precious scent drifting downstream 

Sweet flowers drifting downstream 
You and I................... 
This is our dream 

The flowers I hold for you, 
the love too 
Our dream 
Sweet flowers drifting downstream 


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MORNING DEW

The flower I picked for you.... 
Covered in dew 
This flower...so 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 


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YOUR BROKEN FLOWER

Your unlockable heart 
I must try 
Find your golden key 
I must try you see 
I cannot let it lie 

Your broken flower 
Dreams gone sour 
The things you said before, 
feels so raw 

Ever get the feeling 
you are alone, 
thoughts reeling, 
whispered moan 

Your broken flower, 
each petal a thought 
Scattered trail 
to the ivory tower 
My heart caught 

Your broken flower, 
to mend 
Gather all your petals, 
you have the power, 
you have a friend 

Broken flower, 
all forlorn 
Leave these thorns, 
let us talk until dawn 

I have the golden key, 
to your ivory tower, 
to unlock your flower 

This golden key I dream, 
in delicate golden streams 
My love grows by the hour, 
to unlock broken flower 

For the key, 
bursts forth new petals, 
you see............. 
The colour you give to me 
richer than any precious metal 

This unlockable heart, 
broken flower 
Has a key, 
this key is me 
Each petal, 
more valuable than any precious metal 

The rich scent 
of your flower 
leaves me spent 
golden key 
that is me 
will heal 
the way you feel