Best Burgundies Poems

Just a small village girl in such a big world
Feeding the animals in the quite fields
Smiling and singing, laughing too
Joan of Arcadia sang songs for you
A Leader, a Martyr, a Warrior and Saint
No military background a peasant girl quaint
Hearing God’s voice on the call for...

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Freyja’s Rival


( And may the Great Queen of the Norse Forgive me )



It’s a sun scintillation of a today
The sky a sharp atmospheric
Crystal blue chimes
Reaches to the untold dominion of stars

Crisp light softens the out shouting colours
Temperance to dancing whispers
“Quiet now” says the Sun
“Other lovers...

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QUIRKS

I once had a friend long time past 
Who was wont to always break his fast
On cornflakes not with honey and milk
But pickled onions, gherkins and their ilk

Now if that’s not a quirk I’ll eat my hat
But when I do I must specify that
The brim...

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I stroll leisurely along the avenue as silent trees stand sentinel.	
Not one leaf rustles or whispers; 
no branch breathes or even sighs.
No gust catches me off guard at the top of the hill 
so that I pull
my scarf more snuggly ‘round me. 	
All is still....

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Dark wine reminds me of you
The burgundies and cabarets
The tang and thrum and hiss
That spiral like Egyptian silk

Nights that swell like cork
This night, a thousand
Under va single lamplight
In public or alone
Very late or very early
When I write my poems

Something of you still taut
Still tugs still...

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The dirt filled path holds pumpkins on the farm
Thrill of autumn is set with mighty charm
Heart skips a beat every year at this time
And sure invigorates to the sublime

No matter the colors, like reds and rusts
Yellows and burgundies where brown entrusts
Beauty surely comes from all...

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I go to the edge of the world
And I find
Yellows and oranges
Reds, scarlets, mauves, and burgundies
All congested together
Into a blasting color display
Turning the blue gradually
Into black nothingness
And bringing the darkening sky
Black behind the tail
Of the solar ball
As the sun sets
These colors get darker
Until darkness comes
At...

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I stroll leisurely along the avenue 
as silent trees stand sentinel.	
Not one leaf rustles or whispers; 
no branch breathes or even sighs.
No gust catches me off guard 
at the top of the hill so that I
pull my scarf more snuggly ‘round me. 	
All is still....

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Since I had long fervently loved flowers, I had become a plant breeder,
Striving to create more perfect blooms, to make summertime sweeter.

My current task was the endeavor, at creating never before seen colors,
In much longer lasting, richer blooms, unlike their fathers and mothers.

Mine was very...

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sleeping deep as night
and dreaming up to the stars
such midnight colors

burnt orange and creams
vividness imaginings
under red, red mars

burgundies and golds
converge on the pinks and blues
soon sweet sunshine blooms...

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May is warm, 
 energetic, enticing and embracing
 singing rhythmic rhyme, melancholic melodies of spring;
in a change of weather flowing on the wispy neck of winds
fall the rain drops, cold and heavy in their spin,
 petals loosen and release down to the earth below
 a...

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A dozen roses
 petals falling away
 one by one,
crimson red burgundies fading
 Cleopatra longing in seduction
 Anthony succumbing with every 
  touch at I love you;
fading red to gentle pinks
 reverent grace and innocence
 calling out to you,
a single white rose in purity
 Adonis...

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It's in the early hours of the morning
 when the sun is barely rising,
distant clouds blush in their lavenders and pinks
 the seasons are changing, come round to this time of year,
the fall of autumn leaves on a coloring palette flow
 from old withered greens...

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Use what talents you possess; the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best. - Henry Van Dyke

Reflected in the water, flowing gently
Sighs, songs, silence, so wonderfully inviting
Her rhythm, still as the music’s soul, 
Glowing like the autumn’s...

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