Hitchhiking by blurred station generic
Gypsy Flora slips anonymous, gravel
Grinds her heart of garbage, barbaric
Buried skeleton stirred, further travel
Ticket to Keep It Secret
Scarred in fish guts grubby, harbour
Heaves its putrid out to sea, amnesia
Avails an arbour over bleak macabre
Mutineer hurled ragdoll dumb, seizure
Saline dreams Dali delirium
Draped clock face, Flora's flailing coma
Collides with shore, format felicitous
Ferocious ocean spews sweet soma
Segued fortunate Flora duplicitous
Digs over fingers scratching
Sea sparks zesty spirit, crystal clairvoyant
Clavicle thrummed during tumble turquoise
Touched pitching ceiling, delight buoyant
Blackened flotsam, frivolous foam destroys
Destined to nest content
29th March
Redefined
My heart was like a barren land,
deprived of being loved and loving emotions
that could quench my drought of loneliness.
Thorny bushes of doubt and despair
pricked me day and night,
leaving me helplessly to bleed pain.
It all changed when you came in my life
like heavy monsoon; raining adoration.
Light of your sunny smile, your warm embrace,
showers of your dewy kisses
tended my heart with care and kindness
into a full bloomed garden of love.
At the core of my heart is our secret arbour
where our souls take shelter to enjoy
as each blossom unfolds hidden pleasure
with fragrance of romance and nectar of love
for us to partake as much we could.
It's an ultimate jouissance - quest of every lover.
08/10/2022
Note: LOVE is the primary emotion I chose to write this poem.
For the contest (Strong Emotions Poetry Contest) by Emile Pinet.
Placed *Tenth*
This belle epoch awakes resemblance
With times of plague in dark-bound books
Allegedly, we’re on dependence
Of history, with all its hooks
I doubt this cliche, however
This comer is a bit too smart
And so it smells he’d stay forever
Being handcrafted from the start
He’s going to mature through the ages
He’d bring the depth in water run
He’ll pass all the required stages
He wouldn’t stop, till work is done
Then may he rest in rich man’s arbour
Where ivy hangs down to the floor
Last glimpse of lighthouse in the harbour
Eroded pier, and ships galore
A guest unwanted, he dissolves
In wee small hours, when the air
Is still at night, while breezing calls
For morning star - and it is there.
Four loving daughters of mother earth unique,
Angelic features, each brings her own boutique,
Return every year to spend time with mother,
Enticing her with their charms and the weather!
Winter is the fairest, showers her with snow,
Every Christmas without fail, Santa would know!
Lights and decorations greet her all the way,
Love shared, past February she will not stay!
The second daughter arrives, La Bella Spring!
On a bright, clear day like bird on coloured wings
Shops heaven for flowers, aroma exhales,
Unleashes love in every heart, never fails!
Morning is fresh as Summer Sun shines brighter,
Music of running rivers, love birds twitter,
Endearments done she waves, raining goodbye tears!
Rust arbour adorned, artist Autumn appears!
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Written 26/09/2020
Forget arbor day
We should be celebrating arbour hour
Everyone who loves trees
Come one and all
Plant six new trees in the worn out places
Plant another tree for good measure in your garden
Plant trees until you cannot see your neighbors house
What they provide in fresh air and protection will make you
Feel like dancing, singing, and smiling
Sleep beckons with its gentle arms,
Wrapping slowly in comfort,
Gently drawing the weary in,
To its nightly embrace.
Dreams of midnight gardens,
Are lit by the fireflies
Dancing among the scented arbour,
With their flickering light.
The moonlight dances flittingly,
Through the rustling leaves,
Making the shadows leap and prance,
As if joyful of their silence.
The breeze whispers overhead,
Swaying leaf and bough,
Diving, it steeps with the aroma,
Of jasmine, heavy in the night air.
Clouds, white in the moonlight,
Chase each other across the blue-black sky,
Gently, they tease wisps from each other,
To continue the game some more.
The drooping leaves of the trees dance,
Twisting and turning in the breeze,
Their umbrella canopy, like a veil,
Glistens and shifts enticingly.
Seductively, the living veil parts,
Disclosing the moon-dappled mere,
Beckoning with their whispers,
To watch the moon play in the water.
The rushes hiss and whisper,
Telling of the intrusion,
Their inner sanctum found,
They try singing the weary to sleep.
Red maple reddening still further
Yellow and green hug in arbour
Shadow of sugar maple in water
Pink murmur in aroused lake
Black tupelo in colour avalanche
Many a shade on the same radiant branch
Magenta and orange in chocolate romance
In blue paint the pigments break
Children are picking apples
Smiling the sombre chapels
Roads covered by dark maples
In cold wind a coloured shake
Under the brilliant yellow of Aspen
In the green rocky surrounding
Through kisses into a heaven
Foliage of love we make
Our orange desires breaking into
On Baldcypress a deep reddening view
Reckless waves in joy we plunge through
A crimson boat to take
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September 21, 2017
night's moonlit arbour
laden with blooming desires,
lovers' secret shelter
Date : 07/09/2017
Thou gentle May that barest me one day,
Thou month of loveliness and darling flowers,
Didst fill my heart with gaiety when I lay
Upon the cradle in my home for hours.
There in the yard I saw my mother speak
Of faery lands and Queens and of the Kings,
While yonder verdant heaths and Birches meek,
With breezes sway’d that to my ear still rings.
Think of the days when lovers make the best
Of their fond wanderings by sunny vales,
And flowers and fragrance of the arbour-breast,
Please e’en the belle that for her husband wails.
With such a natal day thou mad’st me blest,
When woes bygone and hung are nuptial nests.
20th May, 2017
My 20th Birthday :)
A serene, suave breeze
Fails to put out the gold fire
Of dewy, cool trees.
20th September, 2016
Ambling on hallowed ground
Among the clustered trees
As faintly dusk enveils
An alcove where I pause
Aware of rural peace.
Alluring herbal scents
Arouse my dormant soul.
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Contest: Pleiades – A
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Placed 3rd
© 10th August 2016
Anacreontic Verse 3
Cool crystal raindrops
scrolled down the palm leaves
swishing and drooling
over sloping eaves
The scarlet lilies
reddening their cheeks
bugled open to
the bees tranquilly
snoring in their hives
under painted roofs
Last eve I sat in
the shady arbour
luxuriously
enjoying the rain
playing salsa with
these blooming girls in
crimson skirts in a
signature scented
floral studio
painting hues of red
20 lines of 5 syllables each
April 6, 2016
For Edward Ebbs
"Come into my garden my love and
Taste its choice fruits; delicacy of refine.
Consume the harvest of years gone by
And drink the new wine laid before you
Let us feast under loves arbour;
Rest your hand in the cool of the
Stream and refresh! Gently caress.
Come, take this flower of rose lips
And tenderly kiss, and tenderly kiss.
"Who can resist your beauty, your ardour?
Certainly not I. Who can refuse your
Invitation into Eden's garden with its
Choice fruits? Certainly not I. Such is the
Bouquet of your love my breath is but
A whisper of faint heart in surrender,
Tis but a whisper of faint heart in surrender!"
"Come then my love, enter my garden;
Taste its choice fruits and drink new wine.
Let us lose ourselves in love's nectar so
Sweet until sun's dawning awakens us
From deep slumber where heaven became us.
I alight from my parked car
Ecstatic at the fragrance
Of my night jasmine bowers
Guarding my iron gate
The aromatic tree is a perfumery
At midnight it starts budding
By dawn in full bloom drizzling
A white and saffrony carpet in my arbour
I hand pick the teeny pristine stars
Perched on saffron centred tubes
Placing these corralled arbour artists
In a watered crystal bowl
My hands retain its perfume for hours
Nostalgic reminders of getting a sapling
From dad's nursery to plant in my garden
Dad left behind his aroma in his night jasmine.
SECOND
October 22, 2015
Contest: Favourite Flower
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
The Wind Whispers
'Wake up my love', the sweet cool wind whispers,
'Inhale in my celestial fragrance, stolen from your
Night jasmine that shyly sways and quivers,
Delighting every tired traveller by your arbour'.
October 22, 2015
Contest: Best Short Acrostic Poems
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
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