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Blossoms and Bubbles

Effervescent laughter blows over vales
then falls soft to glaze new blooms posed genteel.
Gracious stems lift smiles to foamed skies surreal,
riding on sunrays of shimmery sails.

Splendid dreams bubble up from blossoms bright,
a sparkling scene as petals parade ‘round.
Cushioned on spring breeze, love waits to be found;
warm thoughts of you fly then burst in midflight.

Light bubbles join hands to soar through puffed clouds
winking at flowers in latest spring styles.
Their joy christens lands once silent for miles;
orbs popping with flair in breath’s blooming shrouds.

Laughter lifts skyward, an aerated tale,
of bubbles blown high above blooming vale.

3/25/15 for Olive's Blossoms and Bubbles Contest      

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

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Andrea the POETESS

Three dozen Roses, Red ,Yellow and White
To show my affection for POETIC insight
Her Quilled POETRY : Inspirations; ignite
The Pen in my hand as I write through the night

When words from her Heart, in a new POEM appear
I read it twice over 'til message is clear
The image so vivid as Roses "Pure" White
My mind carries her words in Dreams through the night

I wake up refreshed, with a pen in my hand
Thank-YOU Andrea Dietrich; I now understand
I will shout to the World; throughout the whole land
With a feeble Tribute to make YOU feel Grand

As my pen tries to emulate YOUR Talented Quill
Roses for Andrea and Her POETRY skill
Inspired by the Contest "A Soup member worthy of a Tribute"
                     Sponsored by " Richard Lamoureux " 

                   Dedicated to  the LOVELY POETESS
                              " ANDREA DIETRICH "

Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire

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Mother's Garden

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

Copyright © Broken Wings

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A Flower

I love the smell and softness
of a flower as it lay
spread in splendid color 
and sweet aroma stayed
like a virgins' kiss
with inviting touch
that gently opens
to give itself away.

Copyright © Jeff Burris

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Blossoms and Bubbles

In the hush of dawn wild flowers bloom, Blossoms mingle sweetly amongst the row of tombs; Scents drift in the air setting free spring perfume, The lovely flowers transcends the sad dark gloom. A rainbow of colours swaying in the breeze, Pink dances with purple and orange with yellow; And dipping and soaring the swirling bees, Your soft sweet voice mother is but a faint echo. I pause my journey to you and pick wild flowers, Holding beauty I press a kiss on your stone; A love for flowers that dark death cannot alter, Lovely bright flowers I leave on your tombstone. In the quiet a soft humming voice hovers, And above her tomb a wild flower bubble lingers. ________________________________ March 28, 2015 For the contest, Blossoms and Bubbles Sponsor, Olive Eloisa Guillermo 9th Place

Copyright © Broken Wings

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The First Flower I Chose

The First Flower I Chose

You were my rose, the first flower I chose
A beauty so fair, such shine in your hair
You I chose, the finest ever love rose
Asked on a dare, the prettiest girl there

Soon we wed, pretty flower graced my bed
Nights sent such bliss, heaven I did not miss
Flames in bed, want no other instead
Honey that kiss, love never was like this

Years together, in good and bad weather
Loving every night, touching sweet just right
Joy our weather, sweet kisses a feather
Sexy the sight, your naked body at night

My rose did cast, true love that did so last
I held so fast, to that ship's greatest mast


Contest- Form Sonnet
Regina Riddle 
Contest Name , Sonnet on a Intimate Relationship 

Syllables Per Line:  10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10  
Total # Syllables:  140  
Total # Lines:  17  (Including empty lines)  
Total # Words:  114

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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BLOSSOMS and BUBBLES - a collab with JA Fraser

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

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo

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Death of a Flower

Down on row and pit and mortal flower
  The undertaker's men stood grave and bier;
And brave stoic death fills the living hour
  For ever more a day, a week, a year...
Where bathed in shafts of exalted light toll
  The bells of Mass and vigil in Greenhithe,
When in bound clay an immovable dole
  Grimly hung the shadows in hood and scythe;
Yet I upon this ploughed earth sullen gaze
  And hearken in the blooms the winds of death!
What sting its pierce to a full end of days
  That dares to breathe on me its cankered breath.
Withered is the bud and brief flower shed,
Yet for a time its beauty shone outspread.


                     July 1995

Copyright © Keith Trestrail

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BLOSSOMS and BUBBLES - a collab with Olive Eloisa Guillermo

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

Copyright © James Fraser

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Abandoned Flowers

Abandoned Flowers

Abandoned flowers placed against the wall,
stems bent and twisted, limp and on display.
In long, straight row they line the gloomy hall—
these wilted gems, drooped down, no role to play.
Some flowers with their blossoms barely raised
and others hang on weakened stems so low.
In varied ways, their languishing is phased—
decaying flowers lined up in a row.

Abandoned flowers there against the wall,
their colors dull and dry like winter grass—
What once stood straight now lies in wilted sprawl.
They stab the heart of visitors who pass—

Abandoned with no sunshine in their skies—
in worn wheeled chairs, await their slow demise.

Sandra M. Haight

Contest: Dark & Twisted #2
Sponsor: Nathan D.
Judged: 11/09/2015

Copyright © Sandra Haight

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Spring And Sunlight Wrap This Heavenly View

Spring And Sunlight Wrap This Heavenly View

Slowly I climb that very steep and rocky hill,
seeking the beautiful summit so far above.
As a breeze sends me that cool pleasant chill,
far away echoes, sweet calls of morning dove.

Summit reached, burden was greatly reduced,
as I saw great flowery meadows unfurled.
This the beauty God magnificently produced,
one of his many fine gifts to this world.

Spring and sunlight wrap this Heavenly view,
in a sheen invading my searching soul.
Each visit, I find feelings serene and new
relieving me of dark world's heavy toll.

Thus I battle with dark and unknown gloom.
By entering Nature's gifted wilderness room.

Robert J. Lindley, 09-24-2015

Note: I just felt the need to write a sonnet this morn.
Thus from my memory this new poem was born from
a place that I once visited quite often.

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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I am a Red Rose

Regardless of the scene, I, determined to stand tall Wavering, bending slightly on breaths of breeze Allowing pertness to show flaunting to thrall My stem of strength tipped enlightening please Petals prom in blood red, they peak to bloom My curves of delight like silken sheets, splayed Undulations tremble as they beautifully plume Such an attraction so joyous in hungered display Let my scents lure, tickle those nature tongues Taste my nectar becoming entranced by I For every dawn allures my stem to sprung In stance I'm proud as wanting eyes espy I, the garden jewel, the prime delicate Rose Swelling whenever I'm warmed, boy see me grow . The beautiful Red Rose - meaning Passion & Love.

Copyright © James Fraser

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I Am Queen Anne's Lace

I Am Queen Anne’s Lace


I spread my lace in iridescent hue
To hide realities of black and white
Among my dazzling drops of diamond-dew.
Dark shadows turn to piercing rays of light
Which thrill the heart and race the crimson blood
To momentary clarity of mind,
Till it is swept away within the flood
That leaves mundane reality behind.

Like morning mist, this slowly melts away
To bare concreteness and once more redeem
The white and black and gray that somehow stay
To soon dissolve the visionary dream.

Behold my sparkling jewels as they flee— 
For art is cut from gems of fantasy.

© Sandra M. Haight 2015 
   All Rights Reserved

~2nd Place~
Contest: Picture Yourself as a Flower 
Meaning of Queen Anne’s Lace: Fantasy
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich


Copyright © Sandra Haight

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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 :)

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo

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Field in Retrospect

There’s a path of flowers I glide across Such a beautiful color made of gloss Orange pieces of delight made to pass Within this meadow that is long to last The blades of grass are surely tall with pride Turning colors from green to brown inside There’s a lone tree in the sight of the field Where orange and red leaves become its build Flowers impact this field in retrospect Looking at it from my past with respect Power of the flower is prominent Secure in my heart which is dominant Orange is the color of the plant’s choice Field is glad of their presence, they rejoice
Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey

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Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow

Yesterday, your beauty enamored me,
     your whispered touch      so soft against my skin,
          your face glowing like sun beams on the sea.
Why did you fill my soul with such chagrin?

Today, you linger only as wisps of 
     fragrant memories and lost lonely love
          that haunt me      and taunt me      throughout my day.
Why did you have to leave and go away?

Tomorrow, brings sorrow of you unkissed.
     As time turtles on      you will move along,
          without the thought of knowing I exist.
Why are my feelings about you so strong?

Yesterday with beckoned promise we met.
     Today we dance in a strange pirouette.
          Tomorrow the sun will refuse to shine
never knowing that you could have been mine.

Lost in your world of ever changing hue,
white to blue,      no one can ever know you.


Copyright © James Inman

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Flower of spring

I see a life that has come from the heavens. 
A life with the heart and soul of a goddess, squeezed in the body of a queen.
She walks amongst us.
Amongst dark, confused, vile two legged creatures.

In her lies the music of eternity, the conqueror of death.
Life and love storm in her blood, striking bolts of lightning to my heart.
The language of the blue fire flames from her voice
Burning the sound of beauty and serenity to my soul.

She is the flower that holds the magic of spring
Blooming once in a millenia.
Her petals of crystal reflect the colours of the rainbow
And releases the fragrance of the spirit of life's pureness
She blows a breeze from space to my soul.
In her I have seen the secret of life, love and eternity.

Copyright © Mutemwa Gideon

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Flower Or Weed


We seek out special flowers in the field,
That stand among the weeds in scarce array…
Quick pluck them from the thorns, a tiny yield,
Arrange them, stem by stem for our display.
Then serving on a table, shelf or sill,
Their fragrant beauty eases stress and strife,
While in the field the crowded weeds will still
Meander on in wild pursuit of life.

The weeds grow dense and tangled in their clime,
Drink deep of soil and live for sun and rain,
While full, rich flowers, giving of their prime,
Will sooner wilt, their goodness spent for gain.

What's best to be—a carefree, rambling weed,
Or special flower, plucked to serve a need?

© Sandra M. Haight 2014 
   All Rights Reserved

~10th Place~
Contest: Encounters With Flowers
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Judged 11/28/2014

Copyright © Sandra Haight

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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

Copyright © shadab shaikh

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Lazy Day

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

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

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

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

Copyright © Regina Riddle

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While sunrise bathes the morning air Adorning new dawn’s loveliness, Where mild rain tints a crystal glare To rouse new boughs through June’s finesse. Aisle of florets displays its charm, In brightest reds , in mildest blues Unfurling waltzes that disarm Showers of mist awash by hues. And garlands dance to catch pearled drops, That my feet twirl in revelry When bubbles of dew glide and pop, On clusters’ jig waking a lea. As nightfall winks to calm the show Blooms curtsy, praising Light’s halo. Olive Eloisa's Blossoms and Bubbles Contest 3/30/2015 Visual #1

Copyright © nette onclaud

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Garden Tour

It's time for our yearly garden tour.
My yard is one of the chosen.
Folks will be coming through to view
by the few or by the dozen. 
I'll be serving the tantalizings,
sandwiches sized in tete-tete,
edible flowers as  salads,
along with tea at every plate.
Paeonia and papavers
And rosa of every shade,
the bright pinks and reds and yellows, dazzle
and have not yet begun to fade.

To protect our flora we must forbid
that you bring your dog or careless kid.

Copyright © Joyce Johnson

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My Friesland

I've come at last, my Friesland;
I'll never leave again,
But watch the budding trees stand
Above the grassy plain.

From the smallest little flow'rs that grow,
To the tallest steeple's rise,
You're the fairest country that I know
Beneath the bluest skies.

Everywhere I walk, I see,
My memories are true;
The people smiling back at me,
Their eyes are sparkling too.

From Bolsward down toward Heerenveen,
The dearest land I've seen;
What shame I nearly left for good,
When I was but fifteen.

I've come at last, my Friesland;
My wand'ring I resign:
Oh, sprawling, comely sealand,
What joy to call you mine!

{Form begins as a sonnet and continues as quatrain.}

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst

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Sweet Flowers of May

Sweet flowers of May how you do entice 
lifting and filling my soul with beauty
swaying in the breeze and releasing spice
aromas that enthrall sharp and minty

Tumbling roses cover the pergola
sweet musky scent is hanging in the air
robust colours of the gladiola
poking up a most tempting derriere

Fascinated I watch it bob about
as my lover stoops pulling out the weeds
hot and sweaty he does a turnabout
holding my hand he now shows me his deeds

Beds free of weeds that able to flourish
just like our love for each other we cherish

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton

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I Am Crown Of Thorns

Tall, straight of stature, a survivor, desert is my home,        
existence nature’s ageless course, arid desert serene.                     
Coat of thorns, needle sharp, defense from harmful cross intent,        
my veins bleed milk white poison, stand away for death I hold.    

Sparse of ornate adornment, my appearance will beguile,                         
blooms, Spartan mars red, hark to ancient Ares god of war.              
My bold demeanor is apparent, stance exudes my will,     
without life’s fear of mortal man, I strive to reach the sun.     

Sorely fearsome, my true nature, protect those I hold dear,    
these thorns in offer of defense to the weak and in need.           
Mine hardened foe should hold fear as wrongs done are slow to fade,        
the need of vengeance can be fierce, sharp as the needles pierce.                         

Created in an ageless time, grace of gods holy plan,                           
so behold the pain and strength, a true holy spirits crown.

Robert Gene Stoner Jr
Euphorbia Millii splendens – aka; Crown of Thorns, Christ Plant, Christ Thorn
Euphorbus – Euphorbus 1st century AD Greek physician
Plant discovery by – Juba II of Mauretania 1st century BC

Form: Fourteener Sonnet
Meter: 14 syllables - Iambic Heptameter – Blank verse

Copyright © Robert Stoner Jr

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It’s late at night, I fin'ly leave my desk 
tired muscles from long hours of work complain 
I need to calm my nerves, this Rubenesque
bod knows its needs, it's simple and it's plain.

I go about to set the stage for that;
scented candlelight get me in the mood,
chilled glass of wine and steamy bubble bath, 
pretty flow'rs fill my senses, mind is cued.

The final touch,play Kenny G for sax 
romance now fills the room it overflows.
Was tensed before, but now I can relax 
as I disrobe and stretch my legs, pink toes. 

In my bathtub, blossoms, bubbles surround 
this little piece of heaven’s what I’ve found. 

05 April 2015

Copyright © Kim Patrice Nunez

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Rose, Oh Rose

Rose you greet me in the dawn of ages
wondrous flower of sweet scent and beauty
the heavenly array of the oranges
vieing with yellows and reds so dainty

Rose for me you symbolize lasting peace
many swear undying love in your name
crafted by nature a true masterpiece
deemed royal your rivals you overcame

Dreamily I admire your wondrous shape
so truly perfection personified 
you dominate yet too bless the landscape
it is no wonder you are glorified

Rose of luster, temptress of my senses
filling me with your lovely incenses

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton

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Hummingbird flapping iridescent wings,
hovers above patch of cardinal blooms.
Feasting in mid-air is an amazing thing,
over twice its weight the small bird consumes.
Aerodynamic bird loved by many,
Can fly backward, forward and side to side.
Its weight is slightly above a penny.
Tiny legs limit the little bird’s stride.
Hummingbirds are of various colors.
The backs of some are emerald or brown.
The ruby throat bird is seen more than others.
There are several colors for their crowns.
Wherever insects and nectar are found,
there’s sure to be a hummingbird around.

Copyright © Valerie Staton

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Dewdrop Dreams

Wettest dewdrop hangs soundless on the edge
Of flashy, cheerful orange red lily
Mirroring emerald green foliage
Balanced close by, aimless, o’er the beauty

Dew drenched pea green shrubbery is carefree
With bright and showy blooms seen everywhere
Bold blue purple and yellow or cherry
Beside soft pinks and deep, dark red fanfare

Exquisite colored hues caught by prayer
Leaving murky shadows across lush grass
Light summer breeze falls across thoroughfare
Caressing, softly touching to surpass

Mild morning drop carries good memories
Of contented moments spent with fancies

Written on August 10th, 2014
©2014 by Regina Riddle

Copyright © Regina Riddle

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Come now, “look like the innocent flower,”
a virgin in bloom crowning a night’s skin
each petal rises, a nymph of the hour
while silken limbs toss for dance to begin.

The charm of her face, stars could not resist
a glow enshrined oh scented  flesh can tempt,
but youth chastened  finds pureness in eve’s mist
unveiling ovule’s lace with sweet intent.

And as she bounces in raw abandon
the grass surrounds her tresses, locks alight
for only innocent blush can adorn
an April rare untouched by darkness’ bite.

Let not a flower pale from shady antics
allow her to glisten until she pricks!

“Look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under it.” 
? William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Frank  H.'s  Contest

Copyright © nette onclaud