"Flowers fade and decay through wintry hours- waiting for rebirth."
Quote by - Constance La France
Nature's Decay and Rebirth
Their lavender blooms fade and die,
Hyacinth's leaves shrivel and dry.
Like petaled straw littering the gardens,
Fading life earth hardens.
Chill winds invite frost, rain and snow,
Putting to sleep bulbs far below.
Tucked deeply beneath the fallen decay,
Safe from winter’s cold sway.
Silent and still the winter through,
Hyacinths await nature’s due.
Her timing is nature’s own perfection,
With timely direction.
Dormant bulb awakens to spring,
Green shoots thrust out as if to sing.
Life renewed from beneath garden's blanket,
Spring's own color banquet.
Summer’s heat begins to take toll,
But hyacinth is seeking a parole.
A last burst of color with blooms galore,
Then fade just like before.
Holy, Holy, Holy
Try Our Chicken Mole
Eat and eat and eat and eat
Until you're roly poly.
We are all invited to a banquet,
a celebration unequaled
by the richest imagination
for eternity.
And all that is required of the guest?
a joyful, thankful, faithful price -
the belief and trust
in Jesus Christ.
after you bit the shell of the world
and got rid of the collection of everything you hate
did you see that no one cried
we should keep silent in the spring
respect the merry feast of insects
that feed only on sap and light
different from you when you cross the street
insulting the stones with high shoes
begging with your eyes for attention
that even the almond trees will not give you
the elements don't care about us
there are no psychologists in the forest
and for you the tides will never stop
when you look deep into life's eye
you will never find the forge that generated you
but there will be thrown the broken mold
of every spoiled dream you dreamed
twist of the wrist,
jingle of glass bangles,
a play of light,
kaleidoscope of colours!
patterns of bright reflections,
each different from another,
and never ever the same!
a garden of flowers,
a forest of autumnal trees,
orchard of oranges,
a basket of apples,
pouting red lips,
smiling pink faces,
tearful black eyes,
shades of emotions,
who makes these?
golden crimson sunset,
silver cloud on full moon,
white birds in blue sky,
unending stretch of green meadows
cerulean mountains with snow peak,
red beaked green parrots,
the pink flamingos,
a myriad of colours,
in depths of oceans,
fish among corals,
deadly undulating jelly,
speckled sea snakes,
each colour a language,
each movement a sign,
every vision a gift,
a magic of retinal display!
what hand holds,
twists this kaleidoscope?
Premier contest winner (10)
Written 18/08/2021
Kaleidoscope poetry competition
Chantelle Anne Cooke sponsored
Free verse
Some years from now
the Devil throws a banquet –
In hell, of course – where he alone
unquestionably rules:
A banquet table plated for
greedy fools: to his right,
Barack seated; with Hilary at
his heated left; Bidden,
unable to tell where he is –
so after a brief, delirious spell,
decides himself quite content
with just the odious, strangely
familiar smell – Hunter doing some
cooking – agents told to shy
from looking – ordered not to
allow lawful booking:
Pelosi and Schumer,
for the first time
realizing themselves entirely
powerless...yet, hopelessly
addicted to procuring votes,
hotly plot how to send
the Squad copious
asbestos notes – His Majesty
offers them, another plate of
hot coals, with a side-dish of
charred souls – some fur lined
totes, to go with stylish
Arctic coats –
I went to a lovely banquet, everything
prepared was so pleasing to the eye.
I saw things that I had never seen
before.
Some dishes appeared unusual and
out of place.
Others looked rare and exotic; I didn't
know whether to eat or stare.
In the end, I chose to indulge myself
in a once in a lifetime feast.
But as I began to eat the different things
on the menu,
My palette and taste buds shocked and
deceived me.
The things that appeared rare and exotic
were bland and flavorless.
And things that seemed rare and unusual,
and just plain odd,
Had finesse and flavor throughout its core
and danced on my tongue.
It was the best things I ever tasted; if I went
by their appearance alone, I wouldn't have
given them a second thought.
Alexis Y.
04/6/2021
Banquet At The Dark Knight's Castle
Your damned lies,
cast for fickle fame
Muffled cries
'tis but a game...
Hold your false crown,
bow at cloven feet
In glee you drown
innocence's defeat...
Your beastly black,
a cloak you wear
Fairness you lack
harm without care...
Pound your sad drums,
dance as dark knight
Eat molded crumbs
expand your blight...
Your damned lies,
cast for fickle fame
Muffled cries
'tis but a game...
Robert J. Lindley, 3-01-2020
Rhyme, ( As The Waning Moon Sheds Its Golden Skin )
Divinity is to me
the connecting link,
the evolution of energy.
and love, likewise,
the dissolution of separation,
the current between gaps,
the transfusion of forces,
creativity unbounded.
Out for a stroll,
I am caught up in
three heavenly visions:
a white cloud passing,
a maple fluttering,
and a hornet exploring.
and these divine voices:
the chirping of a finch,
hammering in a yard,
the sound of someone’s stereo.
In one common moment,
I am a communicant
in this feast of life—
its continuing burst
of expressions and ambitions,
its multifaceted forms.
Even the dancing Shiva
does not have the arms
to hold so much dear.
“Brother Sun; Sister Moon,”
This is joy undiluted—
we are each related
right to the core
down to the electrons
whizzing in us all.
a giant krill ball
attracts whales seals sharks and birds ~
a feeding frenzy
Written 23 May 2019
For writing challenge 3, May 2019, Nature haiku poetry contest.
Sponsored by Dear Heart.
There are days when it feels like,
I have survived on a banquet of madness.
I paid for the pain that feeds me,
with a pound of stubborn persistence.
Depression entices my hunger,
with a feast of perpetual sadness.
I wait for my dessert, called happiness,
That is met with much resistance.
Lady of my throat
Filler of my thoughts
Beautiful as ancient wisdom
Of Roman empire
You're a flower that beautifies
Men with fresh beauty
This age unmatched your
Beauty
You're the crest of love
I have set you as a seal
Upon my arms of desire
Your love is stronger than
Time in my heart
Lady your beauty has killed
Hundred years anger of
My heart
The ocean can never drown
This our love
Our love is never as cruel as
Jealousy
The scent of your beauty
Is the wall of my defense so
Let's go to the vine yard of
Sweetness
I will live for a mellenium
To write about our clean and fresh
Love for you are natures gift
If the world is your oyster...
And the moon is your clam...
And if everythings for the taking...
Then why aren't you my man?
If life were that easy...
And I could pick and choose...
I wouldn't even hesitate...
I would always pick you!
If it were the other way around...
And you had all the fish in the sea...
Would you ponder your options?
Or would you just choose me?
If picking from a menu...
And I were on the list...
You'd go the catch of the day..
Rather than notice I exist!
I wish I could listen to my head...
Rather than ruled by my heart...
As deep down the truth hurts...
You never loved me from the start.
So always think about choices...
And the games you like to play...
While you were chasing glitter...
You let the good one get away.
22.04.2018
Bright banquet here where old friends meet,
Apt happy cheer as faces greet,
Note fond thoughts clear with smiles so sweet,
Quest in grand times such warm highlights,
Urge joy's good chimes to spread fine sights,
Etch precious rhymes as bliss puts right,
Thrill in the spills of happy chance.
Touch brings goodwill to festive glance,
Here food fare fills warm cuisine trance,
Opt for warm talk to share sweet spot,
Use joy to walk such pleasant thoughts,
Glimpse floral stalks on table plot,
Health is the way to share fond ease,
Taste flavours say in profound peace,
Sketch this warm day with happy feast.
Join our dear hearts that fill this room,
Our wish imparts to bride and groom,
Yes to good start as marriage blooms.
Now frames most clear such happy sights,
Once joy moves cheer to grand delight,
Words mingle dear to put things right.
Leon Enriquez
12 November 2017
Singapore
I remember
The smudged ink in my note, every drops of tear that caused it
The long moments I spent bent down
Staring at my note
Not wanting anyone to know what I was going through
I remember
The moments I lost, the sleepless nights
The fear, the panic, the worry
Everything that always knocked the air out of me
However prepared I thought I was.
I remember,
Those moments when I tried,
I tried to squash it, but the harder I tried the more unbreakable the pain became
Every single action led to more and more worry
More and more pain
If it was death I could have handled it
Cause it would have ended soon
But what I felt was pain it was grief
And the worst part was I didn’t know where it ached to treat.
And it stayed and it swelled, a balloon of pain it became
No longer able to hold itself, it burst
It suited itself to spread
To feast on what was left of me
Little did it know it was too late
Cause there was no body or mind for it to dwell
And with the deceased it departed.
In search for another body to feed on
Another soul to feast on.
Collecting memories on it's way
Making memories for the living to remember
The late.
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