I formed in the heavens; they built me in a pure overcast
Concrete looks far too weak to break my fallings contrast
All flower petals decreed a landscape grown to everlast
I will nurture them; in Sun to Moon, this time lines passed
Are you the reapers breaking their stem via fatal dismast?
I will defeat you with relentless moisture unsurpassed
Nourishment is my very gift to the fortifying fibroblast
I am not one, I am Legions found in the storms forecast
Absorbed, watering them and feeding until all are colorfast
From springs Allium till autumn's Zinnia falls hard and fast
I am raindrops acting out the script for which I'm typecast
Draw me in my friends before we are just pools amassed
COLOURFUL
Allium is raising king Spring’s alarm
Easter red bud is shining in red glow.
Freesia sending descent scent to flow.
Crocus is spreading Spring’s first cheerful charm.
Daffodils dance delight in decorum
Hyacinths honor holy Spring to bow
Gorgeous Gardenia loves to grow.
Begonia is beating loud Spring’s drum.
Flowers not extra or season's burden.
Iris idly smiles sweet and shyly nod
Kangaroo paw beautifies mother tree.
Marigold makes merry in Spring-Garden
Jasmine looks gracious as gift of God
Dazzling Lilies glaze, smile and swing in glee.
I wanted to add purple to my garden, she said.
She was lucky to have me, I thought in my head.
What about catmint, hydrangea, or meadow rue?
She looked confused, like she did not know what to do.
There is always lavender, corydalis, alluring allium too.
She took a step back and landed heavily on my shoe.
Spiderwort, mist flower, violet, anise, I suggested to her.
She did not respond fast, so I mentioned lupine, so pure.
How do you know so much about flowers, she asked me.
I don’t know, I guess I have grown up with them naturally.
Verbena, leading lady plum and bellflower might be the way…
She screamed, turned on her heel, and ran squarely away.
Written 6-5-2022
Contest: Purple Flower Contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron Flores
All over Italy north and south
Cows and goats and their cheeses
Corn polenta, mid-land pastas
There white and red wine always pleases
Beans and cabbages poor man’s wishes
Folded with tomatoes and onions
Add broth, and eatable Allium that helps the best dishes
That strong flavored bulb even illnesses eases
Ah Italy the chefs and mothers have such genius
The country endowed with uncommon vigor of mind
There you will find versions of dishes of every kind
And though the Nazis were there people still dined
Many sent their meats and cheeses to barns and homes
Where people would run and hide leaving the worse behind
Reminding us Bologna gave us sauce, pasta and pears
In remembrance still everyone gathers and shares
Ah Italy how I wish I could again be there
But tonight in Santa Cruz there will be —
Still be tomatoes, cheeses, pasta and pears
Early spring crocus
Hardy purple pansies
Tall clusters of verbena
Vines of morning glory
Arabella clematis
Ornamental allium blooms
Lupinesque wild indigo
Slender wild hyacinth
Faithful canterbury bells
Dignified cattleya orchid
Vibrant effervescent cyclamen
Statuesque gladiola
Cosmopolitan heliotrope
Spiked liatris flowers
Grandiflora petunia
Magical mystic merlin
Unfurling crested iris blossoms
Climbing cascades of wisteria
AP: Honorable Mention 2021, Front Page Pick 2021
Submitted on May 30, 2022 for contest PURPLE FLOWERS sponsored by NAYDA IVETTE NEGRON FLORES - RANKED 2ND
on March 10, 2022 for contest GARDEN INSPIRATIONS sponsored by BJ LEGROS KELLEY - RANKED 3RD
and on May 7, 2021 for contest NATURE POETRY sponsored by REGINA McINTOSH
Originally posted on February 19, 2019
carefree wild roses
lovely cosmos
dignified watsonia
grandiose gladiola
noble daylily
fabulous oriental poppy
towering hollyhock
earthy vibrant geranium
apple blossom yarrow
exuberant anemone
classy fuchsia
clustered allium
sumptuous foxglove
opulent peony
audacious petunia
vibrant dahlia
splendid phlox
aromatic sweet pea
regal bleeding heart
unbridled garden of eden
for hummingbirds
bees and butterflies
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on February 18, 2019
My favorite fruit is the onion.
That might sound silly, to you,
But I find it simply astounding
What the humble Allium cepa can do.
I've seen it bring grown men to tears--
Men far to manly to cry.
"It's only the onion," they shamefully claim,
As they sniffle and snuffle, and mop at their eyes.
If someone is giving you trouble;
If they constantly get in your face,
Eat an onion a day; that will keep them away,
And stop their habitual cramping your space.
Now, peaches are peachy, but fuzzy,
And apples delicious, it's true,
But my favorite fruit is the onion--
I'll send a bouquet of green onions to you.