A squirrel did scamper down the garden path,
his tiny paws clasped tight around a bouquet.
He dodged a rake, a hose, and a birdbath~
determined not to drop a single spray.
The tulips bobbed like dancers in a breeze,
their colors shouting louder than his size.
He paused to sneeze (for pollen makes him wheeze),
then struck a pose as if to win a prize.
Neighbors peered out, unsure of what they saw~
a florist? a thief? a furry little knight?
But he just chattered, clutching stems in awe,
intent on keeping every bloom upright.
And when he reached his nest—oh, what a sight:
a tulip throne for one small lord of light.
Tulip smiles at dawn.
Her red petals open up
to warm the sunrise.
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her prodigal son brings a bouquet of tulips, gifting also a smile
An ode to morning
Might the urges of night
Keep us entangled in
Our love affair
The snares of evening
that one claims their
desires in unashamed
want
That neither love or hate
defines truth
Such debate comes to
be heard with a doubtful
ear
Óde to me as you shall
have me yours
Neither poverty or wealth
Shall be éxcuse for our
togetherness
He wishes me merely
that I am with you
He longest me in spite of
You
Might night blanket the truth
Of our togetherness
that it is script of your undoings
Might the rightousness of
whoredums
Make me woman above all
Else.
Claria Minded Longings
From the book of Trickering Women
Published by
"Though then like me"
An inspiration to Male Madness
"He ain't even noticed"
Performed by
Hoochie and Dame Meanie
Ària Musica
Vhallez and Structure
Performed with permission
From Gett it and Ooh
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Appreciate it; the mess, the , the beef-
Each is an effort to learn good from bad;
Perception differs to bring about grief,
Either to agree or not makes hearts glad...
It won't be for long,
But may remain ever young...
When right don't chase wrong.
Just do not be too forward to draw down
Your take out of pain to please assumption.
What you had been through takes part not the crown,
For violence or kindness can't stand gumption.
Sometimes it seems odd-
Before red sea obeyed rod,
Moses had no squad.
It will never be of value to eyes,
Nor of treasure to kindled mind, unsaid
Let alone be real; what truth actualize...
Until it becomes memory, past embed.
Then it turns a miss,
Years watched each get dismiss...
Into the gone bliss.
After the day her soul will fly away,
I will buy her a wooden tulip bouquet.
"I give you all of my love today," I'll say,
Instead of giving them all away.
A Memory
A crimson tulip, soft and bright,
Unfurls to greet the morning light,
A fragrant kiss from the soft breeze,
But dawn's sweet beauty can't be seized
For soon its petals gently fall,
A memory pitched on the wall.
'twas a tulip like no other
drew me near
offered up the scent of summer
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Dow's Lake boasts a scenic park
with tulips by the hundred thousands
they bloom for all in springtime jubilee
that marks the launch of playful seasons
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Written: March 21, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote": The bliss derived from the splendor of nature, adorned with a stunning variety of flowers is a delight for all the creatures that occupy this earth. By Poet
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A crimson tulip basks in the sun-drenched meadow
Luring a dancer dressed in a jewel state of ecstasy
Tender, an array of wings glides across Kismet Gate
Pirouettes with delight mutter on velvety petals
Sipping aromatic ambrosia amid the bloom
Soaring across the air, seeking honeyed nectar
Butterflies flutter over radiant flower shadow!
In the garden where the sun still shone,
A white tulip bloomed, silent, alone.
No seed was planted, no hand did sow,
Yet there it stood, a soft, pure glow.
Its petals kissed by morning dew,
A whisper of love, tender and true.
It bloomed for her, who once was here,
A symbol of grace, a sign so dear.
Through seasons’ change, it bent with time,
A quiet tribute in perfect rhyme.
No words were needed, no tear nor cry,
Just a tulip’s bloom beneath the sky.
A mother's love, though she is gone,
Lives on in the petals, so calm, so strong.
In my sister’s yard, the flower stays,
A reminder that love never fades away.
and when crickets croon our song in whispered tones,
find me within luscious reveries of tulip moons,
while stars swirl to the rhapsody of longing~
clouds burst lilac dust upon the burning skyline...
for even in your absence, I taste the firefly’s kiss,
caressing the infatuated skin of my seized canvas.
On December 20th I saw a red tulip growing on the side of my mother’s house. You could be forgiven for thinking that that’s no place for a flower to bloom; and I would likely agree. On the 22nd I decided to give her some water hoping she would grow despite the icy conditions surrounding her. On night of the 25th I laid with her in the dirt and wondered if she’d survive if I left her now on her own. The next day I began to carefully remove her roots from the soil and planted her in a pretty beige pot at home. Today she’s in bloom, tall and crimson.
Where is that tulip painter? Someone asked in a strange way.
Someone said, “Think I saw him on the sky wind today. “
Yesterday he was crawling out of an oak tree’s knothole.
He is a wise artist for sure, being helpful is his ultimate goal.
I am a delight to your garden, emerging strong and radiant
A neat eye-catcher behind the white picket fence
where chipmunks have spectacular panoramic views for miles
Don't miss my show time from November through April
I prefer a soft start of the season, melt your frozen winter heart
My family tree has long roots,the oldest bulbs originally belonged in Turkey
... long before I became a tulip bulbs
But since the dawn of time,there has never been anyone as me
I stand out with color and volume
A outstanding source of nectar for butterflies, bees and birds
and create your garden pollinator-friendly
I am a purple tulip that symbolizes the unconventional and adventurous
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