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Details | Nonet | |

Your cherry blossom lips

My fingers' tip-toeing on  your  face
 stopped at the softness of your lips,
   moonlit night guided my lips
       to your cherry blossom,
       a gentle Spring breeze
           melting like wax
               engulfed us
                with pure
                     joy.      




© kashinath karmakar 2011
by:kashinath karmakar( 20th March 2011)
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Placement:HM ;(March 2011)

Contest :Nonet me a Spring kiss

Sponsor:Michael J. Falotico


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Placement: 2nd;(June 2011)

Contest:Whatever Next

Sponsor:Brian Strand


Details | Free verse | |

Spring

I think about you and my soul sings
Of all the endless springs 
That await us, rich and promising
in their fertility,
I want to lie with you in the grass,
I want to lose myself in you there,
Hidden away from the glare,
I want to take you; outside in the sun and
Beneath the swaying trees,
Marvel as the rays gild you in gold,
Open and ready,
Surrounded by scents- sweet and musky,
Covered by your weight; 
Warm and heavy,
I want to lie with you,
And watch the flowers bloom.

© Kavisha Saga and Ek Choti Kavita, 2014


Details | Verse | |

Wildflowers

Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
 
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB


Details | Romanticism | |

A Flower's Funeral

A sweet flower's funeral
displayed in the cold months
of snowy weather and bone chilling shivers.
A sweet flower burned away, dried up;
buried six feet under.

Oh, my sweet flower,
how you once bloomed with no remorse,
like a madman blooming with beauty
and a glorious halo over your head
shinned with such power and blinding glory.

Oh my sweet flower how you have gone now,
resting in peace in the land of paradise.
Oh, my heart it is weak when I see your face,
of once beautiful smiles and warm embraces.
I can hear your crying out to be free.

Snowing and bone chilling cold ripes at my soul
and feelings of sorrow rage through my blood,
boiling my hatred to the world, for losing your
sweet and ever glorious beauty.

What I would give away, if I could be with you
one last night, one last night together
to hold you in my arms, to smell your sweet perfume
that brings back sweet memories of you and I.
What I would do to be with you,
such romance travels through my heart in the highways
of my veins in my body, love is all throughout me,
and my heart breaks when pictures of you start to collect dust.

My love for you, my sweet flower,
is still ingering through the air,
as I travel and look upon a tombstone
which shows your beautiful name.

Come to me my dear flower,
when spring comes,
come to me my dear, sweet flower.
And bloom once again,
twice as large as last year,
and ten times more beautiful then last year.
Come to me in the first months of spring
in my dreams, so I could sit and talk with you.
I miss you already,
and my heart crys,
my eyes flood with tears of sorrow.
I miss our love we shared.
Long walks,
cosy talks,
warm cuddling embraces
and beautiful displayed in a picture frame.
Now I hear the tapping of raindrops on my window pane.
That is all that keeps me company,
that and the rose you gave to me
and a picture of you and me.
Love is endless, even when blue eyed Death comes to visit
and play a game of chess with us,
we all play our game, my love.
I shall go tonight
in my sleepy slumber
and dream of you in the times of our height in our love for each other.
My lost love, you are gone, resting in paradise,
but never forgotten my sweet flower.

-10/6/2013-


Details | Lyric | |

Garden Rose

Written August 21, 2013


There's a girl in the garden
She's messing with your rose bed
Plucking weeds out from your head
And watering the seeds in your bed

But where will she wander
When the roses are dead
Will she come back for more
When they turn back to red

She can run all alone
Write this story in stone
On concrete slabs
Of skin and bone


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 | 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 | Haiku | |

MUSIC - HAIKU

Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul


Details | Free verse | |

Soy Sauce Spills

Soy sauce drains 
Into the white, clustered rice
Stepped on…
spills . . . 
Soy sauce taints
The whiteness of the grain
 It slips out of my hands
No use...no point in crying out in rage
Though I was starving, 
I'll just eat another thing and start on a new page

I'm hungry like a swine
I wish I can earn back my snack!
I'm as angry as a bull
I'm about ready to attack! Attack!
Soy sauce packages
Fall unto the dirty school ground
Stepped on
By bratty, conceited teens
They really need to eat their greens
Instead of junkfood and pizza
They should drink some water
Instead of drinking sugary drinks or
 Sucking on popsicles obnoxiously
Why did the soy sauce spill? Seriously....


Details | Couplet | |

Spring Love

                                ~Spring Love~
Lying on the bank of the river, fingers dabble in the flow
Your head across my stomach, watching the waters go.

Little fluffy ducks abound, and new damsel flies unfurl
The early season brown trout leap, and make a splashing swirl.

Fingers running through your hair, my body satisfied and warm
You trace my lips with your finger, we're hidden from the brewing storm.

The storm we know will hit us, and what will we do then?
But cherish this stolen time together, in our sheltered glen.

Kisses that fall like the spring time rain
We know not when it will happen again?

Spring comes but once a year and we grasp it with both hands
We cherish and watch the buds explode; leaf covers the new born land.

Fingertips that may not touch, in the next seasons rising sun
Time to move on our way, another season begun…

How do we pretend ,that there is no spark of love?
It’s like trying to stop the clouds that form in the heavens above.

Good day my beloved one another spring will come
Perhaps we will share it, under another rising sun.
© 12/09/2102 ~GG~



Details | Free verse | |

The Garden

The night air is cool and collective,
Running through my hair and face.
Even when I’m with people, I feel alone
In this cold blooded space.

It’s like walking through a garden
Of all your favorite foods,
But none of which can substantiate
For that one so special mood…

That mood, 
that beautiful frame of mind.  
I only go there with you,
And only you can make it unwind.

I discovered a passion unlike any other
And in my finding I opened a world,
A world I did not know existed.
I’m on cloud nine every time I think of you,
Just the thought of you brings joy to my heart.

This garden holds many beautiful things
Many delightful pleasures,
Many cold nights,
Warm nights,
Difficult frights,
Ecstatic times and unsystematic times!

But they mean nothing to me,
While I’m alone…

Walk with me through this garden.


Details | Free verse | |

Lil' Spring flowers

And along came the lil’ Spring flowers,
in there amongst the springing grass

Distended visions before me,
as if I were not there

In the garden
yesss
the flowers did belong,
and I at the distance
yesss
where I did fit in

I felt the soft heat
and 
that scream;

“it’s Spring !”
  


Details | Haiku | |

A KISS SOFTER THAN RAIN

Letting rain pour down
on our warm bodies is feeling
alive and wanted.


Two souls indulging
in passion...tasting a 
kiss softer than rain.



Written on 5/ 26/ 2013


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Walk

It was a long walk, with time heeling at my shadow. 
(and somewhere miles away the garage door closed, and the exhaust flowed,
and a small dog died in her limp arms)
I was friendly with God. Only with small trepidation did I drink from the sordid 
chalice, minutes before, and decided that a walk, skip and a jump to nowhere is what I
needed the most. And so it was.

Block after block, stones in the pavement, the smell of creosote poles.
Delicate foil wrappers, industrial petals, She loves me not, she loves....
Sidetrack with backpack, it doesn't matter. I don't care. 
I'll be there when I damn well find myself somewhere. Which is where 
the trees grow bright, and the birds flit without flapping.
And the water forms misty and bejeweled, laying my mind out flat
like steam would fine linen. then I will sit and breath with an "e". You bet.

But first a small lap in a languid pool of solace, a tip toe through the forest afire with
colors borrowed from alien hands, a taste of spring time cum. Let me wallow.
God, friend, let me wallow in your mess of beauty, before I call it something.
Let me roll around like a goddamn dog. I want to itch and draw forth honey from my veins.
I want to suck sap bleeding from the tree, and dine on the lost sound of the whippoorwill. 
God, let me die a small death of beauty, and be reborn in an orgasm of **** all get out!
No qualms. Buddy. I love your work. It looks like you ****ed yourself a good one. 
And what came was all this edible goodness. Like Dali, I want to eat it. All. 

Now, like I promised you, I'll give back. I'll play your hypnotic song 
and sing to your soiled minions. I'll take heed in your loving whispers 
and open up my heart for your midnight snack. I'll clean up your moonspill
and read to you that silly book of yours, the one about the golden rule
and those twelve dudes. (Sorry God, not my cup of tea). 
Draw a bath for your daughters, and draw back the bow for your sons, and ready the bed for Venus.
Sit back and relax, ol buddy, I'll do the best that I can
then I'll grow tired 
and fertilize
your garden.

Oh. Now I can breathe. The song has left my lips for now.
I walked myself into a lovely stupor, and you showed me
the rainbow. And I raised your worms.
I played your song, God.
(I hope that somehow, she heard it over the din of engine and whimper of dog)
I played that timeless song, or you played me.
Either way, it's still the day
that the trees grew bright with sun
and the birds flew without flapping.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Springtime Dawn

Early I came alive this spring morning,
Shorter was last night, I realize 
Gone were those hours of darkness
It’s time for the novice to arise

Looked on the nature with panoramic view
Spread was the greenery around,
In the palms of picturesque mist 
The season of spring could be found

Rambled alone along the street,
 Vacant was the boulevard
The silence of human kind,
Invoked in me a fanatical bard

Impaled by a ray of sun,
The universe was set to brighten
And in the universe of me,
Was set the soul to lighten



Details | I do not know? | |

ENTHUSIASTIC

Oh! pretty nature
This is eye-catcher
On the wet, wet grass
There were few dew drops
Shelly and I
Reeling, in pleasure
Selling, our leisure
Rolling, in great measure
This is big pleasure
O, I love this season
It's spring,
This is the reason...


Details | Light Poetry | |

Vernal breeze

  Vernal breeze
			by Elaine Roy

May my heart be the vernal breeze that passes over your heart, to fill you with my love.
It's in the vernal breeze, were nothing  can be seen but everything is felt with in our hearts.
Shall we place our feelings on the vernal breeze and let it take us were our love need to go.
Casting our passion on the breeze of wonder and surprize!
It's were loving hands feel to touch each others hearts, without needing to gain!
May we find our vernal breeze, that make us close our eyes to see, what only we can feel!


Details | Free verse | |

Kiss The Rain

Droplets of rain
fall on Earth,
making everything
to come to Life
before my eyes!

Trees sway from left
to right with joy!

The ground smells
of fertility once more!

The air smells of rejuvenation
around me like before!

Rivers gain strength
and eagerly flow downwards
to become waterfalls!

Opening my mouth wide,
I taste blessings in the form
of pure droplets of water!

Once more Mother Earth
kisses the rain!


Details | I do not know? | |

The Swaying of the Grass

1.

 

A path leads,

to where wild grass grows,

 

sashaying in the summer breeze.

 

2.

 

Along the path,
lightness settles within,

 

feeling the grass,
swooning,
tickling ankles,

 

swaying to the lilting bird-song,

in a dance of intimate abandon,

 

brushing the remnants of pain away.

 

3.

 

Melodies float across fields of green,

delicately caressing my heart,

 

teasing emptiness to flee,

comforting the mind,

 

to silently be.

 

4.

 

Walking on,
savouring the peace,

 

a momentary respite,
from the burdens of the now,

 

all is quiet,

 

a stillness cradling fractured emotions,

 

the grass in the fields sway,

 

dusk descends,

 

shadows lengthen,

 

nudging dimming light to take leave,

 

of the day


Details | Rhyme | |

SPRING BLOSSOM BLOOMING

the air of spring blossom blooming,
sending scents of nature calling.
birds chirping:
butterflies flying,
blue skies of freedom,
ebbs of tides cascading,
fresh and yet so random.
hot sun radiating,
with a radiance so uncalled for.
spring beauty of nature glowing;
faint yet fo near and clear,
so calm and so dear,
bringing peace of beauty,
important to so many.
humble beginnings of spring passion blooming;
rarity of a blossom blooming,
brings a certain genuine passion as it lasts.
the center of nature's beauty and it's importance,
times of spring and new refreshing changes, mood, and attitudes.


Details | Lyric | |

The Edge's Mill Inn

I came to rest 
At the Edge's Mill Inn
But that old smell missed
I just smelled again.

The longing quenched 
My surprise of you 
Then I knew
The old smell here

Was that old smell there 
In your home at Spring Ridge Farm
And the longing kept
Coming in waves.

So,  I went up to my bed 
In the Joseph Baugh room
Filled with seafaring things 
And a theme of sailor dreams
Where I arose at three
And stole the silken rose
Red from those 
In Gail's make-as-they-stay librarae.

Then swiftly like an old salt 
Raising the main sail I drove 
To Spring Ridge Farm 
In the night 
Where you slept 
Inside with that old smell
That I could not smell
And left that rose not living
Trapped in your front door

And drove back 
To the Edge's Mill Inn
To that old smell missed
I just smelled again.


Details | Ballad | |

I TRUST, YOU'LL REMAIN FAITHFUL TO ME...

The warm spring rain is a steady downpour 
 on this foggy eight- wheeler
parked by a dark highway seen from nowhere, 
as I hold and softly caress
your glowing photograph in my hands;
this wish seems impossible,
and imagining you next to me...
brings me closer to reality!

I trust, you'll remain faithful to me...
and mark down another empty day,
making you restless and insecure;
all in all, I am the same man you adored!

My feet trudge into the deep sand...    
making me wish that there was more
to life than this useless sorrow;
I have loved you and been proud of it,
and I hope to make you the happiest...
when all this comes to an end! 

I trust, you'll remain faithful to me...
as I am faithful to you to this day;
to give up everything we gave and felt...
would be none other than foolishness!

The spring rain has stopped coming down,
a patch of blue is seen though the bright clouds;
at least, my hope isn't completly gone...
that's  a good sign for a guy who only wished once!


Details | Light Poetry | |

Spring

Well spring has Will come and hearts will feel the passion of love,_O yes young girls thoughts will turn to boys as the worm sun shines from above.__O when the sun worms the ground and new growth comes to life,_Then young men's thoughts turn to a home and a wife.__O another season of the cycle of life when love and laughter fills the air,_When hearts will be won or hearts will be broken but no one seems to care.__O spring the start of new life the chance for love and for some a new beginning,Now we life this life with a gamblers heart and hope it is love we will be winning._O do we trust in fate and hope for a wedding as the spring sun shines from above,_Or do we seek out the passion of a worm heart and hope it is the one we truly love.


Details | I do not know? | |

Springtime

Spring is, the nice smelling daffodils.  Spring is, the cool sweet breeze.  Spring 
is, the wind whispering through the trees. Spring is,  soft grass that feels good 
on my feet. Spring is,  little birds that say, "tweet tweet".   Spring is, wonderful to 
me.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Love The Spring

The scent of flowers in the air
The birds and bees mating here
The Spring is filled with life and how
Lovers taking the step to a vow

When I see the buds on the trees
Robins singing in the breeze
I think of my God in these
Beautiful ,He tries to please

Man kind should take a look
Stop at a beautiful brook
Listen to the sounds it makes
As the the wind comes rolling through
God meant these things for me and you

Count your Blessings everyone
This world is all about the Son
Showing a litte bit of Paradise
To us who always think  twice

Remember the Spring 
This was the time of year
When the Son of man was here
He gave His life for you and me
So we could have eternity