Best Bur Poems
On pensive planes of wraith-like existence,
Are stoic shadows feigning affection;
Crimson lips of withering consistence,
Have lost their craze for craving confection.
Tear-filling prisms tilling a rueing sphere,
Pathos prowling, pity's wild and roaming;
Reminisce wind-blown is tumbleweed drear,
Bathos like bramble bur clings in gloaming.
Tin foil hearts' echo sad droning down-beat,
Rose petal ballet two rust figurines;
Today's gray sleet does douse yesteryears' heat,
Apathy's ennui directing the scenes...
Love once aflare in fanfare marigold,
Lies now a wizened weed, dried and stone cold.
Susan Ashley
November 2, 2017
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I found it between freshly cut buttercups
and a cerulean sea
Splashed upon a canvas
of a painter' s fantasy .
I am colour blind , yet since I was a child
I could feel, I could taste, I could hear
I could smell ,all that I couldn't see .
And its green. It is so green to me.
I smell it through the brewing pot
and pouring of a morning Indian tea
I taste its sugar from the maple leaf
And its green , it is so green to me.
I feel its velvets on my neck's nape
from the early buds of Spring
I hear it through the sheep bells
grazing on the hills.
I see it 'neath the harvest moon
when they drink white wine and sing.
I am colour blind , yet since I was a child
I could feel , I could taste, , I could hear
I could smell ,all that I couldn't see,
And its green. It is so green to me.
This colour of serenity
Makes me one with who I am
It is in tales and genesis
of Eve and every man .
This nature where I roam through
Far from envy, wild and free
Far from the climbing ivy
that chokes society.
Between freshly cut buttercups
and a cerulean sea.
Its Splashed upon a canvas
of a painter's fantasy.
Beyond those blues and yellows
Is it green that I can see ?
Its verdant fields I sleep on
wherever I may be
P.S - Inspired by Silent One 's Green (Colours United Contest )
bur not for the contest.
Though I'm not colour blind, this was inspired by
someone close to me who is colourblind to green and brown.
It was an illicit affair, you'd think, they wouldn't dare, they believed, if we handle it with care no one would be aware. Bur they made a grave err and it became a very heavy cross to bear.
Now the woman had flare with long, wavy hair, very well to do, a millionaire, she was known as cleaver Clair. Clair was doing just fine, marriage in tact, the woman was stacked, walking a straight line. Out of the blue, her life turned on a dime.
When she met a man who looked to be grand, seemed to have the upper hand, in complete command and he was called dapper Dan.
Dapper Dan was a secretive.man, although he had a wife and kids, he kept it very well hid. But Claire didn't mind, felt she needed to unwind and leave everything else behind, traveling a road completely blind.
Now they both were prominent the very substance in life they seemed to represent and all the people were looking at them with amazement. Until they looked into each other's eyes and was taken by surprise, they became mesmerized, what came next was very unwise.
They threw caution to the wind and committed the ultimate sin. It felt a so right, it couldn't be wrong, they were singing love songs, two people that just didn't belong. Things soon started to go wrong.
When they had to settle for quickies as their lives became tricky and the affair really sticky. No matter how hard they tried to keep it hid, life opened the lid then came an awful smell when life dropped a bombshell. It was time to say farewell.
Yes the jig was up and they had to drink from an extremely bitter cup. And they were genuinely sad for they could plainly see the beautiful lives they already had. Since they knew they had strayed they became afraid, for the first time in their lives they prayed.
Eventually they put their lives back together but they had to go through some awfully stormy weather. For those beautiful lives they earned. A hard lesson learned.
You see, you can work your game but it will take aim, put a bead on you like a sniper, then strikes like a pit viper, although your schemes can have you feeling hyper. Remember, just around the bend there awaits. The Piper.
Life is like a nut,
Differs in shape, size, color or crust,
Life is like a nut.
For some, it’s like a coconut,
Beyond the reach, safe from gust
Very important, much privileged!
Whether unripen or matured.
For some it’s like a peanut,
Malleable, fit in budget
Widely spread, versatile no doubt
However, down and out.
For some it’s like a walnut,
You can see the eminence clear cut
Set comfortably in its dwell,
In a hard stilted shell.
For some it’s like a pine nut,
Gazes weird I tell you what
Shielded with strong beautiful woody cone,
Prevents you! to invade its zone.
For some it’s like a cashew nut,
Self-interested, pricy somewhat
Tightly attached with red pulpy drupe,
Be cautious! While shelling the fruit
For some it’s like a chestnut,
Down-to-earth, graceful but,
Surrounded with sharp spines called “Bur”
All adversities ought to conquer.
Life is like a nut,
Differs in shape, size, color or crust,
Life is like a nut.
She seemed restless
Their gilded cage of love
That she had begged him
To imprison her in
With the bars of his passion
Seemed to be confining now
She never said anything
But he knew…
She felt different to his touch
He saw those wistful glances
Past the bars to the outside
And his heart bled
So he unlocked the door
But left it shut
Watching if the latch
Would show tell-tale signs
If the door would give away
Any secret whisper
Of an attempt to escape
His love
Days passed and there
Was no sign
No whisper
And yet…
At nights
Long after he pretended
That their love making
Had satisfied his hunger
He lay there quietly
Still hungry
For all that she was not giving him
Her soul
He heard her sighs of discontent
Long after he thought sleep had claimed her
And in the dark of that night
He prayed for strength
To carry it through
Every night
For next few days
He left the door just a little more open
Than it was before
Wondering….
If she would notice
If she would break free
He was risking his life
He knew it…
But he would not keep her
Against her will
He was not that kind of man
And she would not ask to leave
She was not that kind of woman
On the third night
He saw her eyes fix
On the half open door
A curious mix of wonder
And perplexity
Played on her face
He quickly turned away
Bur he felt the question
Lingering in the air
The sheer longing in her eyes
Burning in his mind
That night
She was on fire
Her love a blaze of passion
She responded to his every touch
Electrified
Energized
Feeding off his desires
Giving
Asking
Pleading
Screaming
Satiating him
Beyond imagination
She pleased him
In every way he had ever
Imagined
Had desired
And it was all he could do
To wait until
He knew she was ready
To reach that place
Where intensity rules
And everything else
Is subjugated
They were now fused together
No beginning and no end
As wave after wave of
Of pulsating ecstasy
Engulfed them
He slept then
Satisfied
Content
His premonitions buried
In the world of dreams
Until a stray ray of light
Fell across his face
And he opened his eyes
To find himself…. Alone
Alone
She had flown
And left a single feather
To remind him
Of her angelic form
Continuation in Part II
Before it all began.....
Before our country in fear of opposition ran...
To the world's beginning of the end...
Was when foe became as enemy & no longer friend.
A fight broke out between the world's lands & people
Sending many to prayer within religion of their chosen steeple.
Against...and ready for a fight
Many soldiers thought they'd put the world right.
Bur more wrong doing was to come of the battle
In foreign wars soldiers rode in like herded cattle.
Rounded up like sheep to a pen
Fighting for reasons unknown truly to ourselves & them.
Greed & lusting was overall the jest to our world leaders
Creating havoc, it was them the 1st of the beginning hatred breeders.
Fed their men a mere dance by the lies they to them told
Then sat back in safety to watch the wars of their world unfold.
A dangerous game to play withour the truth of world insight
And may to their God be judged when in their deaths day plight.
And before the Lord whom created all & beyond the heavenly earth & sky
May the fall bow & pray then explain their cruel reasons why.
For each sin on earth in life by lives committed
Fall prey to their own demise when in their deaths committed.
Then they'll see the truth of what the worlds & lives upon it be
Through the difference between the birth & death in all eternity.
By Anna s tate March 2017
BEFORE IT BEGAN
Before it all began.....
Before our country in fear of opposition ran...
To the world's beginning of the end...
Was when foe became as enemy & no longer friend.
A fight broke out between the world's lands & people
Sending many to prayer within religion of their chosen steeple.
Against...and ready for a fight
Many soldiers thought they'd put the world right.
Bur more wrong doing was to come of the battle
In foreign wars soldiers rode in like herded cattle.
Rounded up like sheep to a pen
Fighting for reasons unknown truly to ourselves & them.
Greed & lusting was overall the jest to our world leaders
Creating havoc, it was them the 1st of the beginning hatred breeders.
Fed their men a mere dance by the lies they to them told
Then sat back in safety to watch the wars of their world unfold.
A dangerous game to play withour the truth of world insight
And may to their God be judged when in their deaths day plight.
And before the Lord whom created all & beyond the heavenly earth & sky
May the fall bow & pray then explain their cruel reasons why.
For each sin on earth in life by lives committed
Fall prey to their own demise when in their deaths committed.
Then they'll see the truth of what the worlds & lives upon it be
Through the difference between the birth & death in all eternity.
By Anna s tate March 2017
When I was just a baby
Many years ago
I was so agile I could even suck my toe
Now I have trouble lifting up a cup
Oh how I hate growing up!.
When you'r a child everyone smiles at you
And say's ''awe, aren't you cute''
Bur now your an adult
Your as cute and popular
As an old worn out boot.
When your a kid
and lose a tooth
You put it under your pillow
And in the morning you find a quid
But now it's something you cannot do
Because you have to put your teeth into chew.
I suppose being an adult has it's advantages
You don't get ring worm nits and puppy fat
But why did I have to grow up
It wasn't in my plan
It just happened
And now I'm a man
Damn!!.
Petwr Dome.copyright.2014. Aug.
Necessity
- the Mother of Invention -
A Sunday walk took me on a journey over six miles,
carrying nothing bur myself, shorts, sweat shirt, sandals.
On Monday, to the grocery store and back, over three miles
carrying all the above, plus twenty five pounds of groceries.
On Tuesday, a walk to the auto parts store, over two miles
carrying myself, my cloths and thirty pounds ( clutch ) of my car.
On Wednesday, another walk to the parts store, over two miles
carrying the above, returning with the thirty pounds of my car.
On Thursday, another walk to the grocery store, over three miles
carrying myself, my cloths, returning with thirty five pounds of groceries.
Thursday evening and a walk to the auto parts store, over two miles
carrying myself, my cloths, plus forty pounds ( flywheel ) of my car.
Late Friday afternoon, another walk to the parts store, two miles
returning with all listed above, the forty pounds of my car.
On Saturday, all my doubts, my insecurities, my fears
disappeared as I laid my car on the cemented terra firma,
fired up her heart and took her into motion once more.
Out the underground door and into the light of day.
Surprise !, not a nut, bolt, washer left over off the jack stands to stay.
For all went well and life, it had become the Mother of Invention.
I accomplished something new, what I thought – at sixty three-
I would never be able to do - ever again – things I did in youth.
There you have it Joyce, another week in the life .
Over a total of thirty miles of walking
and carrying over a total of 220 pounds
B. J. “A” 2
April 30th 2006
Solo, like a butterfly, emerging out of its chrysallis for the very first time
She tip-toed slowly , silently , then ran far far away.
Far from a combination of vomit and slurring speech ,
from the buzzling sounds of the town , alleys , valleys ,and zig-zagged streets.
Far from boots and guns, from the smell of gasoline ,and red puddled mud.
Distant from his stinking sweat and from falling dust .
Far from the present, and even the past .
She walked, crossed bridges, and ran once again
till the sapphire sky turned asphalt brown , and captured her breath.
Under the old oak tree the little woman have closed her eyes.
She dreamt about tattered wings fluttering free, soaring up high.
She dreamt dulcet dreams about a talisman of wisdom , truth and love
belonging to a stranger who lived in a hut.
Rhapsodic as the voice of bamboo pines playing in the wind were her dreams.
Evanescent those lunar limbs that cradled her into a deep sleep.
Radiant like buttercups'glow was the sun upon her face
Exposing her eyes to a waterfall where bruises and fears will be soaked away.
How She danced on that day. Felicity adopted her name.
How She sang, amongst a plethora of coloured thunderbirds.
Along with the chorus of the breeze , harmony spread through the evergreen leaves.
Then suddenly, She stopped. to listen to approaching footsteps , and words.
A tall dark Cherokee glanced at her with a talisman in his hands.
She knew, He was the stranger that lived in her dream.
He knew , this almond eyed girl owned beauty , He had never seen.
Getting closer to her , He got hold of her hand.
and welcomed her presence to his Idyllic land.
(Not for the contest, bur tnks for the inspiration S. O )
Ten words challenge : Plethora, Radiant , Evanescent, Idyllic , Talisman ,chrysallis , Rhapsodic , sapphire , Felicity ,Dulcet.
Amaryllis splendid beauty, Christmas bells of pride thrill us
Birds of Paradise in flight making its opera debut in its crane plumage crown
Calla Lilly’s endless white elegance bouquet, a peek-a-boo lavender funnel play
Daffodils, shoo-in to scoop arm loads, out of the cold, into the morning sunlight spills
Ephemeral, short-lived and quickly fading beauties, trilliums, and harbinger of spring
Freesia innocence captures your heart trust with its fragrances and sword beauty
Gaura, a wand burst of delicate stars as bee-blossoms sing delightful springtime
Hyacinths, sincerity of fragrant with folded leaves a play bouquet of stars
Impatiens, touch-me-not to bloom anew Bizzy-Lizzy in all its playful trim
Jack-in-the-pulpit Arisaema triphyllum striped showy pining lover male-female as one
Kangaroo Paws their long beautiful stalks attract birds to perch and sip its nectar
Lily of the Valley flowers of spring sweetly scented miasmatic wedding bells
Marigolds brightly shine in bur-pee garden spicing up a dish fresh, and new
Nightshade, adorable soothing little green elfish hat and long flowing pink skirt
Orchids a touch of elegance in its uniquely posture, delicate in its buoyant poetry
Peonies, shades of red to white or yellow fragrant strong and hardy the Flower Fairy
Quinces magical splash of color with thorns heralds spring
Rue, sour herb of grace symbol of purity deterrent kitties and snakes
Sweet Peas reaching to the heavens embraced by the breeze, then flowers fade
Tansy yellow bitter buttons hang dry then boiled to clear amber-yellow dye
Uva-Ursi, grape of the bear blowing pink urn kisses into the air
Voodoo Lily, breathtaking with its height and beauty, not its foul odor attracting buzz
Windflower, star sprinkle flowers in your garden, but easies stomach and cough
Xeronema Callistemon sheer dazzling red toothbrush look perched on cliff top
Yellow Anemone, pure and fresh sleeps at night and wakes at a hint of sun
Zinnias sway with its parade of orange tutus charming wings flavor its beauty
4/26/2016
Garden Inspirations Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley
the salty wind blowing from far, far away
read me a poem today
whose lines I've heard before,
bur where and when,
I couldn't tell:
"the shortest road is the one
that you know,
the longest road is the one
that you love"
soaked in deep thoughts,
I sat there for hours and hours
my eyes shut, lips dry
waiting for further clues
until, as a sudden,
the 'longest way' part rang a bell
I got off the chair,
opened my arms wide towards the ocean
hugged and kissed the wind,
the almightiest messenger of them all,
for making me feel again
so well.
The flying hills and its tinted gold
Its pyramids and the blinking moulds
Beautiful the night, a city behold
New dawn it was at Bur Dubai
The city that never boasts of mountain
Infertile the land unfriendly the grains
Until comes a dreamer called Maktoum
Muhammed, the son to raise the tune
At the sea end stands nations inertia
In father’s desires, Maktoum built to sky
Descendants of warriors, to sea he claimed
To build the Palms, the earth, for world to hail
Oh how I recall the agony and worry
Over the first proper grown up kiss
That was supposed to send you floating among the stars
On a voyage of euphoria and endless bliss.
French kissing
I'd seen them do it here in England too
Even the monkey's did it in the zoo
Did you have to be French?.
The one's they did on TV and wrote about in songs
What if my breath stunk or I got it wrong
The lips might just not fit
I'd be laughed at and the talk of the village
The local clown
But I knew it was something I had to do
A part of growing up whenever
It came around.
I'd practice kissing the back of my hand
Even my pillow and no not our family dog willow
It can'r be they hard do you suck or blow?
It was a great mystery I'd yet to know.
How I'd daydream for hours in my room
Wrapped up in a cosy warm kiss fest hopelessly in love
With a girl in school ahhhhhh what bliss
Imaging kiss after kiss
I'd given a Quick peck to a girl before
Bur now I was nearly a man
And I wanted to kiss until my lips were sore.
The day finally came by the side of a garage
I forget her name
The butterflies fluttered in my belly
This was it just like on telly
We both stood there lips together like glue
Both not knowing what to do
There was no suction as I recall
I felt so embarrassed
There wasn't much life in her at all.
But as my experiments eventually got much better with practice
I just wanted to kiss and never stop
The girls parents often tried to prise us apart
Well they did need to eat I suppose and get some sleep
But me I'm addicted kissing is so sweet.
Peter Dome. Copyright.2015. May.
Another Year…Another Birthday!
I have a secret admirer
He goes wherever I go
I try to hide from him
But he’s a persistent beau
I’ve tried to outwit him
Have done so for years
Bur he always shows up
As my birthday nears
When I was a young girl
He intrigued me so
But now that I’m older
He has to go!
He’s relentless, obstinate
And to my chagrin
I know for a fact
That one day he’ll win!
I try to ignore him
Pretend he’s not there
But it’s my 84th Birthday
Oh…it just isn’t fair!
But I’ll not give in
I’m still in my prime
My unwelcome guest
Is Old Father Time
I eat my veggies
I cream my face
And I exercise
At a ferocious pace
I’m one step ahead
But he’s closing in
If I make it to 100
Then we both shall win!
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