I am a water Lily,
my petals are quite frilly.
I thrive on abundant waters,
the flowing streams, my AORTAS.
Great beauty in flowing scene,
planted in life’s flowing stream.
My nectar is quite neat,
my honey dew is sweet.
It is in April and May,
broad leaves on water I lay.
When I prepare to pray,
in nature’s usual way.
Being love’s Lily of life,
manifesto of love not strife.
Having variety of colors,
love imitates no others.
Please enjoy my view,
my beauty I give to you.
I sway in the gentle breeze,
with awesome beauty, I please.
From a world of useless strife,
come and quiet your very life.
Come and sit by my side,
on my river so very wide.
And let your conscience awake,
love’s nature made no mistake.
Love only made me for you,
as truth, I am as skies so blue.
Nature’s awesome retreat,
numerous days to repeat.
Petals of beauty quite neat,
a natural of love’s feat.
Contest; The Flower
In Honor of; Rambling Poet
Place #7
The eagle is perched at a firing sight!
And pebbles salute
Converged in a cannon of salutation
Swift & smooth & sharp!
Bowing near her golden wings
All the pebbles greet
Adoring the blackness of her beauty
Luring her in vain
Into a home-dance at the village square!
The eagle is perched at a firing sight!
And winds of terror blow
Blowing everywhere
Among forest paths & homesteads
Unbeaten by protest-clouds
Here in the sky –
The hunter’s sling aims in vain
Her feathered bosom
Drawing away the eaglets.
The eagle is perched at a firing sight!
And stones in a hurry fly
Over fawning protective leaves & branches
More stones parachuted by hopes
Of spoils & clannish fame!
O eagle seated on the hunters’ disunity!
Rejoicing in the eternal silences
Enthroned in a nest of beauty
Carved like a marbled soul of immortality.
The eagle is perched at a firing sight!
And pebbles salute
Veering in a common confusion –
Should she fly safely away
Then hunters & their folks
Could sigh for another decade
Of her willful dictatorship –
And more stones could greet
Swift & smooth & sharp!
Your beauty is above all
Every time you walk by, all stare
Some people tend to wonder if you care
Knowing you will never fall
Your beauty is above all
The birds chirp and sing
But when you anger, your eyes do not sting
Will you sweet, answer my call?
Your beauty is above all
Your lips red with passion
So much they talk, with expression
Your gentle words make me stand tall
Your beauty is above all
The beauty that is you will not die
But your soul shall fly
Too Heaven's golden gates, you shall