Best Buds Poems
-This buds for you!-
-It takes one to know one!-
-I know you are, but what am I?-
A second hand, on my stopwatch, going nowhere!
You are a joker, a smoker, a midnight stroker
<-------How, about that, Steve Miller song
I'm not here to talk about the way you comment a poem
That's not how I roll, now listen, and listen well,
I don't care, about them words you speak
A whining sheep, every time you don't score
Crying behind close doors,
Boo-Who, I did not place high in so-and-so's contest
Gosh&dammit, not everyone's on a quest
Blogging, about the day, your poem got demoted to nonsense
Trying to comment relentlessly,
You can't top, a mountain that has no setup
I'd rather leave a copy paste comment,
"than being fake as fake can be"
At least, my copy paste was a song,
in which welcome the new poets on
Treating, everyone with love and security
Your invites, are cold and force, to you it's not about community
No motion, to your notion, simple, and disgusting
I don't know why you think, we are competing,
Long ago, I left you bleeding, no reason to be defeating
Your paranoia, has you thinking, it's all about the points,
It's getting old and boring,
You cry babies are nothing more than jokes and hypocrites
Hey you, this ain't dominoes, we done pass every Jo-Jo
When, I have time I sit here for fun, my trigger finger on the gun
Reading, commenting, until my day is done
You think, because someone, left a copy paste
That your poem was not read,
Perhaps, it was not understood, or enjoyed
Or, a welcome to the neighborhood
A nice smile, from me to you
Nice poem, You Rock!
So What! ---- WOW!
This Bud's for you
I think it's time for you to GET A LIFE!
Be glad someone took their time, in checking you out twice
Not, everyone on this site, is full of bull-****
The smallest words, are more likely to be legit
I don't need and expensive comment,
I don't want to impress, when it comes to the best comment
Please do not make love to my poem!
A nice pat on my back will do,
Now that my friend, puts a smile on my face
To know you care, to know you were there:)
Peace Out,
~SKAT~
Seedlings drift on cool spring breeze
Gently floating on each gust of wind
Falling slowly into deep crevices
Touching the fertile earth below
Branches shed dried remains of winter
Barren trees now enhanced
by various shades of green
Newly formed buds appear
Dew drops kiss colored blossoms
The sun beams with all it's charm
New growth steadily emerges
Spring adorns her dress of green.
07/08/15
night touches wind, gold
buds drifting off from laced hems
in slow procession,
while twirl of frothy breeze cloaks...
my desolate autumn view.
Contest: 4 or 5 LINE POEM
buds exploding
on bare branches longing for
spatter of raindrops
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Yellow rose buds she requested for her senior prom
Talked about how they would match a satin dress
Did not know where the roses would come from
And, as a young girl of ten, it was anyone’s guess.
Red rose buds she requested be in her bridal bouquet
To be carried next to her heart brimming with love
In her wedding pictures always a reminder of the day
She took her vows before her father up above.
Pink rose buds she requested be in the maternity ward
Where she delivered the first of her four daughters
Pink roses would surely strike the perfect chord
For a waiting room full of anxiously awaiting fathers.
White rose buds she requested be placed on her casket
A bouquet with Baby’s Breath and Asparagus Fern
Then carried to a nursing home in a wicker basket
Expressing to final friendships her lasting concern.
Yellow, red, pink, white rose buds—her life story told
In the most important times of her incredible life
Their soft fragrances to her were like finest gold
I know because, yes, she was my exceptional wife.
FIFTH PLACE WINNER
Submitted to "Rose Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori
November 15, 2021
THIRD PLACE WINNER
Written May 29, 2021
For the "Workshop - Inviting the Muse" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Jack Webster
Light kissed the buds of mallow
And welcomed an autumn bloom;
The cups that'd lain so shallow
Sprung forth and blushed anew.
It meandered as flowing water
Over the peaks one by one -
Spilling into a tankard
And joining more in tandem.
Every sparkle on the mounds
That captures my curious eye
Is one of some polished diamonds
For me to gaze at and sigh.
I do like European food
Hungary and right in the mood,
I Czech'd the specialty
And Finnished a Turkey -
O'slo I did eat, t'was so good!
Inspired by a pun I read recently
Posted 21/02/16
Buds Forever
Shorty was a little dog,
Curly was too.
They played every day,
until there was nothing else to do.
Rolling on the grass,
digging up the garden,
chasing butterflies
and frogs near the pond.
The days are full,
of everything important,
and nothing that is not.
The freedom to laugh,
and sing and believe in forever.
These are the moments of treasure..
divine.
These are the flashes of heaven
so fine...
Gathered together to make more of nothing...
that has no cost at all, but the heart of happiness,
and less of everything, that takes from the way,
we look at things through a mirror,
reflecting both forward and back.
In the glow of tomorrow,
the sparkle of yesterday,
there is always a rainbow.
Brighter than what has been,
far more shinny than what is,
yet the belief and hope of
brilliance in every second yet to come. .
Thick chocolate with a cup of tea
A silk river of milk
Exploding in my mouth so smooth.
PRETTY BLOSSOM BUDS
Plague of bees and bugs buzz then plug on pretty blossom buds
Supple buds' petals suffered black and bruise from bottle break
Bended bulbs bleed beads as their beauty bubbles in blink
A brave boy with bucks blurt bread and butter for the buds
Briefly, without bluff, brisk brute block the bad bees and bugs
Bygones bent the rosy pink blossom buds beam blissfully beautiful
Blue butterflies and pretty blossom buds share a merry boogie bond
Now,bold and burn below sunshine bright, the bashful bees and bugs
Promise never ever again to box and bug those pretty blossom buds
(c) Olive Eloisa
2:26pm
July 07, 2014
CONTEST NAME: Alliteration
SPONSOR: Dr. Ram Mehta
4th place, to God be the greatest glory.:)
Awaken taste buds
Lovely Linda
Makes food tasty
Um um good
Peach Chipotle BBQ Sauce
Your taste buds won’t
Be the same
Chipotle is the one to blame.
Peach & Apple Salsa
Time to have a siesta
Red Wine Antipasto
Divine
All you need is a glass of wine
Olive Tapenade
Takes you over to a promenade
Fire & Ice Wine
When cooking it’s smelly
That now turns into a Jelly
Cranberry & Jalapeño Vinaigrette
One try
Your taste buds won’t forget
Lemon & Dill
Smells all the way down the hill
I have to tell you
Go on the web
Tasteoftheokanagan.com
Where you will find foods galore
The Best of the sunny Okanagan
You will ask for more.
BUDS TO BLOSSOM
Heart of delicate tender bud
beats, throbs and gets scared
to open up, looks soft sacred.
Lilies show their gorgeous glory,
glowing gay, cheerful, merry
raising straight proud arrogant head.
frolic flowers swing in fun
glazing bright in shiny Sun,
go always erect not to bend.
Slender stem, green sepals
Sweet glossy pretty petals.
Bees fly humming on flower bed.
Gazing bold not shy, truly try
to put its head always high.
Buds to blossom in scarlet red.
08/22/16
Third Place
]STRAND CHOICE P' Contest by Brian Strand.
.
Attracted to her since my youth
Like the swerve, sovereignly proud
Of an iron filing towards a magnet,
I had left free the reins of my fantasy
To let it weave a necklace of poems
To glorify the mystery
I had seen hung around her.
Fear, it was not, when we had first met.
Yet, the words failed to emerge from me,
Pointless though they would have been.
Such was the influence
Her presence had on me
That silence was the only edifice
I could rest upon
To feel the intensity of that instant
That catapulted me
Into a state of love and its longings
That give it wings, I knew not 'til then.
Written by Gail DeBole
on March 7, 2020
Zeekie and Mildred were buds.
Neither thought the other a dud.
Friendship so true.
They each had a tattoo
As symbols of undying love.
L ight of evening arrives on its accord
O pening a mantle for spring’s preview…
V ast the earth toned in rose-white, and though
E ver cold, I roam the garden to admire
L ittle buds waking on dewy mist, while
I llumined stars flame against a pale sky.
N owhere can grandeur find pure beauty when
E ach quiver, each throb of blooms enthralls my
S pirit, to restore an inner glow that whirls,
S haping their arms, my arms… birth of night’s florets!
For John Hamilton, Loveliness Acrostic Contest
2/16/2016