madhouse of a ménage à trois —
the bawdy chamber of the blitz,
where three depraved darlings conspired in pagan rituals,
their lover's lament a discordant dirge amidst,
detritus of a bygone era,
a winter's eve of wreathed blossoms and withered dreams,
in this sterile hothouse of sentiments,
tender shoots of succulents twisted in grotesque abandon,
vault where love and decay convened in diseased romance,
till the one dawn ecstasy rose like cold air,
and winter's chill singed the hard prickles of their passion,
now vacant bloom, fossil of wounds,
trailing anguished bellflowers in mournful amusement.
Benevolent belle,
bounteously brilliant bard,
befriends birds, butterflies,
bard buddies bow, bring ballads,
buttercups, bellflowers bloom,
blithe, bestowing bursting blossoms
brimming bright blessings. ~
My garden has bellflowers, globe flowers and cornflowers too
I spend many hours weeding the rows, making it look new
Sometimes a pretty renegade violet sneaks in, what can I do?
I leave her unviolated, she adds a gorgeous splash of blue.
My neighbor old Cyrus brought me some bulbs of iris today.
I will plant them in fall; it is not time for them to make their way.
He said, “Your marigolds are so beautiful, ruffled and gay!”
Uplifted my mood, showing Cyrus my flower garden today.
Your bleeding heart is so gorgeous! He said. What is your trick?
He is right; she is the quintessential flower, fluffy and thick.
She was a start from my great Grandmother, Molly McNick.
She was an Irish wizard, who could grow a flower in brick.
You have inherited her green thumb, Old Cyrus told me.
Your Queen Anne’s lace and daisies are a pleasure to see.
I felt happy that he did nothing to disturb my busy bumble bee.
Many winged creatures aid in my garden of ecstasy
Written 6-5-2022
Contest: Posie Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
I love to meander a wildflower meadow
on a warm sunny summer day ...
oh, how the flowers dance and sway
and I stop to pick a bouquet
as daisy, bellflowers and aster say hello
and so lovely are the lupine
they entice like a purple wine
and everywhere the pansies twine
and before me a field aglow like a rainbow
with bright blooms growing in all hues
the gold, the purple, and the blues
colors mingle flow and suffuse
now, I rest in the field where the lovely blooms grow
the marigold, yarrow, wild thyme
and I dream a daydream sublime
on a day in the summertime ...
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April 01, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/Wildflower Meadow
Copyright Protected, ID 04-144-887-01
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A Brian Strand Standard
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 04/04/2022
First Place
aster, astilbe, daisy, daylily
bellflowers bejeweled and foxglove forever
roses robust and hued poppies posh
sunflowers sublime, candytuft, cardinals
hollyhock, hosta, snaps snazzy
primrose precious and sunflowers sublime
I found down the path of a wild garden
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December 5, 2021
Poetry/Verse/Alliterisen/down the garden path
Copyright Protected, 12-1411-365-05
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La FRance
Alliterisen Sequence 10-12-9-11-8-10-10
Written for the Standard contest, Alliterisen 2
sponsor, Joseph May, Judged 1/1/2022
Second Place
Image inspiration #6
Syllables Verified on HowManySyllables
The garden of love
Hearts that grow from nothing
Is it possible ?
Silver light has woven my dreams
At the sight of beauty
Life is power and breath
Laughin’, spinnin’, swingin’ all day
Chasing butterflies and bees
Oh, I love the silence that so many want to break
Unplumbed and infinity gently to my eyes and ears
Lead me to purity - something ethereal
Dalmation bellflowers express my delight
Breathed its oxygen, it felt so sweet and pure
Everything and forever, the garden is created for us
29/08/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Pick A Title, Vol 8 - Acrostic - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
3. This All Could Be
Poem of the Day 30/08/2019
2nd place in the contest
It comes to me dreaming
of rebirth trice with mirth;
enlightening of light
shimmering more brightly.
A breath, filled with flowers:
radiant and lovely
peppermint amaryllis,
blush amaranths, bluebells,
lavender bellflowers
and a plethora of weeds.
A storm rose swarm with life
to forge passion, desire
and sensuality
burning more intensely
contained deep in my soul.
I gather up my words,
plunge in lull suffering
with emotions and scatter
on a page; pirouette
letters to form feelings
to feel my soul-heart
of rebirth trice with mirth.
5/19/2018
Poetry Contest: 'Let Your Pen Drip
Sponsored By : Broken Wings
4. I gather up my words
plunge - suffering - rose - soul
Along aisle of twigs, moist brown leaves and stones,
Clustered bellflowers guard as I ramble
Whispered chord echoes from choir of bushes groans,
The rustles, a beckoning preamble
Shady sky-high trees of wrinkled clothed moss
Healthily exhaling thy cool fresh air.
Tongue satiates divine wood spring, I doss.
Finch trembles chanting rosary keys pray'rs.
Built organs from pines tunes mellow reeds
Gentle soothing blows invites butterflies
There flights harmonious lambada speed
Squirrels one fugue pitch share a lullaby
Golden rays peeps through gnarled branches of trees,
Casting apes acrobatic seesaw dance.
Glorious forest homes choral life thee
Who will dare and miss such enthralling chance?
(c) Olive ELoisa
1:03am
June 23, 2014
placed 4th.. :) to God be the glory.. :)
Piano keys met different people
By dancing with their light fingers,
Sun rises and sets at temples
Beholding different tunes to be played with no lingers;
Enjoyment spreading into the souls and ears
Bellflowers close their eyes
And unto the space they dive
Flying high above into the blue skies
Sensing the beauty of each note that strives
Reviving the sensations of the musicians making it strive,
Then, violins join in,
Strings unfolding into a melodic line
Pervading strains of delegation within
Every listener with a strong and fine
Taste of music; indeed so divine
Keys, strings, or even drums
Are music to the ear
Only when people do set their mind into the strums,
Identifying each note as a tear
Dripping from eyes with no fear
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