Best Begonias Poems
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
What are these objects in your frames?
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
Why must they gotta be the same?
Cars and busses, traffic lights
Bicycles and motor bikes
Crosswalks, signs, and steps and stairs
Fire hydrants everywhere
Boats, planes and parking meters
Tickets, fines, misdemeanors
Why are you so fond of these?
Why are palms the only trees?
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
The pictures trapped inside of there
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
Depict a world so bleak and bare
Arid, bland, unaesthetic
Barren, drab, unpoetic
Sterile, cold, antiseptic
Unconcerned, apathetic
Somber, sad, and desolate
Woeful, bland, pedestrian
Weary, grim, dreary, hopeless
Grainy, gray, out of focus
It doesn’t need to be this way…
Many things could fill your squares
Why not fill these things in there?
Tambourines and castanets
Bass trombones and clarinets
English horns and piccolos
Harpsichords and xylophones
Fiddles high and Irish whistles
Jingle bells and finger cymbals
5-string banjos, mandolins
Saxophones, accordions
Desmond Tutu and Mandela
Cassius Clay, Cinderella
Charlemagne and Genghis Kahn
George and Ringo, Paul, and John
Twain and Edgar Allan Poe
Wayne and Brando and Monroe
Ida Wells, Frida Kahlo
Steinem, Parks, and Ferraro
River Thames and stormy seas
Winter wrens and bumble bees
Cyprus, ash, oak, fir, and pine
Sassafras, willow, and lime
Daffodils and magnolias
Marigolds and begonias
Cabbage, beets, and potatoes
Carrots, beans, and tomatoes
Oh Captcha Squares, Oh Captcha Squares
If your pictures must remain
Oh Captcha Squares, Oh Captcha Squares
How aboutcha change the frames?
Captcha circles, captcha suns
All the captcha olygons
Wiggly captcha twiggly lines
Twisty captcha twiny vines
Captcha diamonds, captcha hearts
Captcha clovers, moons, and stars
Captcha ribbons, Captcha lace
Captcha colored string bouquets
Oh Captcha Squares, Oh Captcha Squares
We understand you're here to stay.
Oh Captcha Squares, Oh Captcha Squares
Just be more creative, OK?
Toll-free is the call on this special day
as my gratitude ascends the umbilical cord,
never severed, even in the afterlife.
“I planted begonias in the garden you nurtured.”
My eyes search the bright spring sky,
“Your favorites, just for you on Mother’s Day.”
Decades have passed,
yet that special mother/daughter bond
finds me planting begonias each year.
“I miss you, Mom, though your spirit lingers –
sometimes I still hear your voice;
you always hear mine.
“My confidante you’ll always be.
When I share my innermost thoughts in prayer,
I feel your heart next to mine.
“Giver of life, comforter, source of wisdom,
Mom, you blessed me with so much joy.
I spoke to you in my youth; I speak to you now.
“On angel wings my words are delivered to heaven.
I know you listen;
I just know.”
*Written May 5, 2015, in honor of my mother.
Azalea blooms show their pink blaze
Begonias in beds amaze
Cornflowers grow in blue delight
Daffodil debuts still thrill our sight
Eastern Redbud, a bright pink splash
Forsythia gold hides winter's ash
Gardenia, soft with creamy hues
Hyacinth paints with varied blues
Irises rise in purple duds
Jasmine vines show pastel buds
Kafir Lilies, a border bloom
Lilacs share their sweet perfume
Magnolias are pink or white
Neillia clusters in rose delight
Orchids grow with pale soft hues
Pansies, purple with darkest blues
Quince's blossoms of pink delight
Red Chokeberry blooms in rose or white
Snowdrops dangle small white gems
Tea Tree Camellias sleep on stems
Ursinia shows a fiery glow
Viburnum's spread creates a show
Wax Flowers paint a pastel scene
Xylobium...an Orchid dream
Yellow Anemones' full beds bring
Zinnias add their splash to Spring
Clap your hands, sing with joy for warm spring is here.
Swallows are the first to arrive now the sky is clear,
Purple Martins perform aerial acrobatics
To snap up flying insects as is their tactics.
Chickadee small and pretty songbirds enthral
But the goldfinch is the most beautiful of all.
Below a dazzling garden so well designed,
Each patch adorned with fragrant flowers all lined
With special flowers of every marvellous pansies,
And in each patch, you'll find flowers which one fancies,
Impatiens, begonias, petunias, delightful in the breeze,
While all around work is began by pollination by the bees.
28 April 2022
Spring Rhyme - 8-12 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Placed 2
The thick numerous shoots of grass have come out,
no more snow shovels til late autumn comes about.
I hear the robins chirp as they tend their nests,
wait....the sound of a cranky lawn mower chugging
to life from its winter's rest!
Quickly, dear, go out and mow before everyone else
does!
our yard needs to look perfect, 'cuz-
the neighborhood spring lawn mowing wars have
just begun,
it's quite serious, not so much fun.
Yard envy is so common in our subdivision,
The HOA "Yard Of The Month" prize brings derision.
If the young couple who just moved in across the
street think their landscaping is the best,
my roses and begonias will put them to the test.
Hubby can't start the riding mower,
he's cursing its parentage midst dandelions
and clover.
The other men in the cul-de-sac are already
halfway done,
as their wives bring out iced tea for them
under the strong sun.
Well, well, tomorrow is the neighborhood
block party,
I've already made an array of warm weather
dishes so hearty,
My potato salad and baked beans will surely
be the envy of the other cooks,
it is in the good 'ol American spirit-
to compete and be a smug schnook! ~
P e a c e is a language
spoken between
healing bougainvilleas
and bleeding begonias,
dripping dews of hope
through simple gestures~
like specks of sapphire dust
from stars sparkling
amidst bed-shaped clouds,
crawling through the horizon
many miles away,
stretching
beyond
the fogginess
that veils clarity,
stirring the
anchored odyssey
to sail through
twisted tides of turquoise,
facing the harshness of reality
like a mistress of
sky and sea~
u n b r e a k a b l e,
cloaked in opalescent shimmers…
Tonight, I feel the warmth of
inner light
rushing through
arteries swollen with angst,
for I am the dream
I’ve been chasing~
through the greyest of rays,
oblivious to the bluest blur
within violet haze,
lost in the coldness of
wicked waves
whistling woeful verses
to the sun that rests
in the arms of the marine nest.
Let me be the serenity
you inhale
when your heart
feels like a secluded vessel.
Let me be the solace
to midnight melancholy,
when darkness is
the comfort of a duvet
where
nightingales croon.
Let me float like
the softness of feathers
as I wish upon
unseen jewels of twilight,
for I will rise and soar
like a phoenix,
reborn in flames of fortitude,
allowing pain to be
the prompt
when ink suffocates in
a casket of
deceased dahlias
embalmed with
dulcet desires.....
I am the aura
of a waltzing wildflower,
rooted in the soul of your garden
blooming with graceful gladiolus
still soaked in the scent
of sun-kissed sands
homing everlasting evergreens...
and you
will f o r e v e r
be my 3 a.m. prose~
the peace I embrace in your absence,
when sleep is
a mere forgotten rhyme...
I have a garden where roses and colorful orchids bloom and blush
Petunias, begonias and flaming euphorbia on each other brush
Where jasmines perfume the air and chrysanthemums flourish
They adorn my courtyard giving my eyes a joyful treat
They survive the season, braving summer’s blistering heat.
With their beauty and scent they conquer every sensitive heart
When watering them, all they do is nod and shake
Some dance upon their tiny toes, when from their languor awake
With crimson bosom bathed in dew, the roses gently quake
Desert roses with their scarlet flowers and fat bellies stay,
In tiny pots where they are fated to remain all their life at bay
I see their lips parting in pain, complaining in a dumb way
At the center, stands a bougainvillea plant in attention
It grows wild with its branches spread in all direction
Though I try to prune it often to prevent its insurrection
Nonchalantly it continues to grow forming a wild bower
It carries many a bunch of red and magenta paper light flower
Which glide down with every passing breeze in scattered shower
Oh flowers, with your loveliness, all tired eyes you brighten
With your matchless beauty, our joy, you heighten
With your radiant smile, all cares, you lighten
Alas! You vanish fast as the setting sun’s slanting ray
I will be in pain if you are not there to brighten my day
So kindly stay....! Please do not wither away!
March.11. 2022
~Placed First~
Garden Inspiration’s Poetry Contest
Sponsor- BJ Legros Kelley
April showers coax angelonias
Bromeliads and red begonias
Corn flowers of purple and blue
Dusty millers with yellow hues
Elderflowers in a living bouquet
Fairy wigs thrown in the array
Geraniums, a bloody red and
Horned violets, lead down, to the shed
Indigo Agapanthus aromas fill the air
Jacob's ladders adorn the stairs
Kelanchoe of red and pink
Labrador violets are quite distinct
Mulberry trees blooming white, with
Narcissus early spring's delight
Orchids add to a colorful sight
Pansies,pionies, periwinkle and
Quince quickly grow from a sprinkle
Rockrose in lavender's clutch
Snapdragons provide a yellowish touch
Texas bluebells just for fun
Umbrella Magnolia's provide shade from the sun
Verbenas blossom, parading red like strumpets
Wood sorrels looking like purple trumpets
Xeranthemums long slender tubes
Yarrow kissed hummingbirds spread the news, to
Zephyr flower loving honey bees, spring is in full bloom
an original poem by Daniel Turner
HAIKU
cat, death, dog, drink, flower, rain, water,
My begonias died today
They sucked up all their water
It rained cats and dogs!
your voice I still hear
“The begonias are pretty”
I turn, see no one
caught a fish today
wish I could cook it for you
how you loved seafood!
you watch from heaven
still guiding me on my path
spirit lives in me
For Francine’s Senryu for Mom contest
There many beautiful islands
lovers can visit for a sentimental escape;
I must choose that one you never explored
before: that magical one you'll come to love eternally!
We'll sail away to the peaceful island of Capri,
the jewel of the Mediterrenean Sea;
with eyes and faces lifted against
the warmest sun: our wishes can be granted instantly!
And strolling through the narrow streets
adorned with roses, geraniums and begonias:
this is the paradise sought by all dreamers,
and in it we must live our glorious, eternal moments!
Sitting on a balcony hovering above
the splendid sea with white, red and blue boats:
we'll look out to the twinkling horizon
to spot our evening star rise and shine over us 'till morning!
Written on 6/5/2016
Oh Passiflora, flower of passion,
at the pinnacle of flower fashion.
Near-naked garbed in deep purple-pink plush
displays that make my begonias blush.
Your Summer’s secret garden is burning,
leaving your lusting young lovers yearning.
Stirring the manhood of the bumblebees,
and sirening hummingbirds from the trees.
Before the hot torch of the heavens fades,
and short shadows lengthen into long shades,
quick set all your seeds lest the fast Fall frost,
will bite at your bones ‘til your fruits are tossed.
Anacreontic Verse
Busy buzzing bees
and beautiful
butterflies
sip nectar
from pretty flowers
in my garden.
Colourful pansies,
scented sweet peas,
pink begonias
and red carnations
brighten the borders.
I sit in the sun
enjoying the warmth
and beauty
that surrounds me.
Summertime -
I just adore
this season
of the year
albeit only
for the few
warm sunny
rain free days
that we get
on my tiny isle
in the UK!
Anacreontic Verse 4 Contest Sponsored by Edward Ebbs
07~22~16
My elderly friend and I walk along
the raised flower beds
full of rainbows of blooms,
becoming the mother and daughter
in the famous Renoir painting,
now with the daughter grown up.
We slow our pace,
gazing at pink and yellow dahlias,
velvety purple salvias, blue delphiniums,
hanging baskets of pink bleeding hearts,
red begonias everywhere we look.
Greenery frames the fountain’s dancing spray.
Down the paths of roses,
yellow, orange, white, lavender,
fuchsia, and bright red,
sunlight catches on my friend’s white hair
and the silver metal of her walker.
We stop at a carousel, watching
the pastel horses, the frog, the pig,
the cat with its fish, the goose, and the rabbit
rise and fall, round and round,
until she turns to me.
We part, as I head to ponds of lilies,
surrounded by orange flowers
I don’t recognize.
I picture my friend, smiling amid the roses,
her words echoing inside my mind:
I’m holding you back...back...back...
Go see the rest of the garden.
Go see the rest of the garden.
March 13,2021
Flower or Flowers in Imagism Form Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Note: This is a poem I wrote for my self-published chapbook Song of the Katabatic Wind: Poetry of Travel through Western Canada, which was made for a church fundraiser.
Lying by the pool on Mother’s Day
My thoughts were so many miles away
Suddenly my concentration broke
“Your begonias are pretty,” she spoke
I looked, hoping to see her sweet face
Wanting to give her one more embrace
I was the youngest of three children
I still think of her now and again
But to hear her voice on Mother’s Day
Was better than a floral bouquet
She’s still with me; I feel her presence
And when obstacles seem too immense
She comes to me often in a dream
And I feel her embrace as I scream
As May approaches, she’s on my mind
To Mother’s Day my thoughts are confined
Alone in Mom’s old house, memories
I feel love her spirit embodies
*Entry for Carol Brown’s Memories of May contest. Written by Carolyn Devonshire. (True Story)