Best Corollas Poems
Coffee bean scent still fills the air
with each new sunrise in our log cabin
My arms around me,embrace the winds of winter gone
Every sky-night windowpanes glow in silent mist
Lunar limbs stream through bedroom blinds
reflecting shadows on empty sheets
Star clusters shine above velvet shores
Sand-wish away from my bare toes
Another month,another year,another thought
I can't freeze time or make a clone
First magnolia blooms on a bare branch
Buzzing bees extract nectar from moist corollas
Coloured wings flutter on melting icicles
Sun birds return in a sweet song
But what is a song without a symphony
What is music with no slow dance?
His hand-pressed petal
still marks the chapter between stained pages
The dusty shelves recall my mind
recall my heart,recall my soul
For the last time these eyes would linger
before leaves curl,before buds wither
before moons move on,and I let go.
Categories:
corollas, absence, love,
Form:
Free verse
A tradesman’s son and temple secrets die
in sixty nine years, never knowing why.
Contempt delivered their first child perfect,
your childhood gauntlet galvanized neglect.
A mother’s son and her abuse still lie
in sixty nine years, never knowing why.
Too something when her final moments came.
Without confession laid to rest the same.
So was it from the bosom or the flame
the day you heard her call your name?
Consistent honor you bestowed on them,
corollas shredded by thorns on the stem.
Forgiveness took away the rage and strife.
I saw in you, The Way, The Truth, The Life.
With mind and humor, your genetic gifts.
Denatured strands surrendered protein fifths.
All needs provider who was always there.
Divine command parental judgement fair.
Devout corrections laid by word or hand
within a dying culture’s screams withstand.
Alone in Scripture’s cords you did demand
of God’s own virtue, I was taught to stand.
Around your house, collect and to revive
those things of a past that keep you alive.
In every dream that keeps you coming back,
contorts the dawn and colors out from black.
For just a moment, it’s time they defy,
recasts the morning of our last goodbye.
To take a final look and to work through
regrets till each tear welcomes a thank you
When given no tomorrow to be sown,
has sin become the marrow of the bone?
Eternal light now nothing left unknown,
divergent gateways from the triune throne.
The flesh, the bone, to bits, to grit, to ash.
The fires refine the gold and purge the trash.
A common trust in blood for us he died,
to keep our spirits, Hell to be denied.
Forgotten wages slowly turn a knife,
see you again, The Way, The Truth, The Life.
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Form: Iambic Pentameter
Written: 06.13.19 – 06.14.19
Contest: Move Me
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Categories:
corollas, bible, childhood, christian, faith,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Zinnia…garland of evening; I
yield to such innocent blush;
xanthic as your moonlight’s hue
winging along the field’s minty air--
vulnerable are those eyes that can
unleash a charm seen only by a few.
Time and again, a mild gloss
shimmers on your curved outline
releasing petal drops ever
quietly : crepe tassels bobbing to
peep among embroidered leaves
offering sweet incense for
nightfall’s prints etched unto
meadows, wafting with tuneful
lilts of stems bathed in dew. Oh, you
kindle a twirl with floral sisters
jigging daintily as if to pull me closer
in a prance; the one I dream about
high on a wood’s lucent trail.
Gently, my arms swing around, back and
forth until I lay on your zinnia confetti
embracing my tingled flesh, limbs,
deep within your moistened soil… oh how
corollas glaze into my Asian sky,
breathlessly dressed by night, leaves flickering
as you wave goodbye when summer ends!
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First ever Z Y X contest
Sponsor: john lawless
10/12/2015
Categories:
corollas, beauty, flower,
Form:
ABC
Bathed in
serenity
caressed by oceans of
aesthetic, calm, spiritual
secrets.
Merry
carousels spin
from the wind off the wings
of the wispy, soft doves that sing
to me.
Velvet
corollas drift
and each perfume the air
with the essence of creations
soft breath.
Graceful,
mute swans indulge
the breeze in the silent
beauty of nature's trumpet and
power.
Fragile
wings tickle and
wrestle typhoons within
vast tombs of perfect nature and
my soul.
Categories:
corollas, introspection
Form:
Cinquain
How ireful the noise of days’ lecture
Endlessly testing my patience bare—
And as I watch corollas of early moon
Flicker under an obscure skyline ;
I linger on to await the eerie frenzy
On a congested Highway 106:
The small dipper winks kindly
Where a certain piousness flows
Against the growls of angry horns--
That somehow, I begin to launder
My habitual ramblings and change them
Into one light of stillness --to savor
Breath’s rhythmic, free-flowing movement
When duskfall gifts me tolerance.
For John Hamilton's Best Free Verse
April 1, 2018 to July 15,2018 Contest
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Originally written 4/25/2018
Entered 7/14/2018
Categories:
corollas, recovery from, stress,
Form:
Free verse
Sunflowers drenched in sunshine thirst for rain,
their corollas droop as wheat....
lizards leap like rabbits.
Susan takes off her beautiful bonnet;
butterflies won't fly to clouds...
fields burn as a desert.
Lassie happily plays with a red cat;
Roy is tired and falls asleep...
no breeze blows to soothe trees.
Categories:
corollas, summer,
Form:
Kimo
Magnolia blooms,
in not yet warmed chilling air of early spring,
look gruesome rather than beauteous
because the flowers open in lots of large corollas
with a shade of pink and scarlet in milky white based petals
resemble to the ginggue* actress Dan’s make-up,
she wears heavy red eye shadow
on thickly painted white make-up
and always ends with tragic end,
because the flowers
on the leafless brownish-black withered branches
look much too similar to the head of Medusa
sculpt on smooth but cold marble,
the large grotesque pupilless eyes
with hairs of ill-willed wiggling serpents.
When the sunlight appears momentarily
through thick and heavy gloomy air,
the blooms of neither white nor scarlet
fall on the ground and shatter to pieces of petals
that will never be able to come together again
in the gathering darkness of dismal weather
that is neither a winter nor the summer,
the magnolia,
though there is a shape,
like a lifeless artificial flower,
for unable to give off the fine scents, sobs.
And when magnolia sobs,
the spirit of deserted woman
roaming in the nether world
sighs her miserable life,
and when her grief piles up high,
the spirits of fallen corollas
return to the withered branches
and shoot out as the green leaves.
*Ginggue: The Chinese traditional pantomimic-opera like drama developed
and greatly flourished at Beijing in Qing dynasty.
Categories:
corollas, april, flower, imagery, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
Yellow primula
Tubelike corollas
With five spreading lobes
Can't get one to grow
In my small herb garden plot
Armadillo digs
Categories:
corollas, nature
Form:
Haiku
Picking Petals
D.R. Factor
She's sits on the edge of twlight caught in a tranquil thought.
Her reflection rippled by falling petals of loves me and love me nots.
She seems too delicate to touch.
Like a soft pastel scene or butterfly wings.
She's a dream that would burst into stardust.
So I gaze at her and the distance.
Comparing her beauty to the sunset.
Realizing they complimented one another.
Each as stunning as the other.
And I wonder how it feels to be loved by this girl.
To be the man she picks petals for...
No....If it was me this moment wouldn't be left to roses and chance.
I would love her the way God loves the world.
She picks up her basket filled with an array of corollas,
and passes in front of me, wiping her tears behind a smile.
The breeze carries the fragrance of her hair, a slight hint of her perfume,
and blends them with the aroma of flowers she's gathered to enlighten her mood.
I watched her and the day disappear with the sun,
and felt the night grow cold and black,
as if it was the soul of the man who broke her heart.
Categories:
corollas, girl, love,
Form:
Narrative
It must piss God off
when we hate
He visits us
in dark places
with harshes
Love
Measures our willingness
It must piss God off
that we fail each other
Fall asleep in the garden
scented flowery sleep
While death lays hands on ours
Melts away in frost corollas
Categories:
corollas, allegory, allusion,
Form:
Ode
Among sunflower corollas
bathed in scent by the sun
life proclaims itself to be golden!
Categories:
corollas, allegory, analogy, appreciation, extended
Form:
Light Verse
sophisticated
asethetical art
conceived its midst
of
a multiplicity
of identity
the threshold man
outrageous output
corollas of fantasy
&giddy gravitas
a legacy
still invades
the passive eye
touching
sensorial
undulating
energetic
fragmentary
linear
frescos
curves&colour
furnished
from body
to
space
a fantasy
outrageous
shadows of
expounded realism
denuded&
decorative
gestures
of
love
Categories:
corollas, art, tribute,
Form:
Ekphrasis
Morning brews sunrise colors-
yolk yellow seeping over
edges; light sterling silver
strung; rubbed linens ironed
across the rim. The creatural
world-a lime olive, sea blue
cup- has a view from space:
mottled tints- mud grey, green. Deep.
Sienna red flames bedewed.
Aged worn cotton tinctures-
the crumpled fabrics' wrinkles
are mountains, hills, cliffs ingrained.
Threads netted- the indigenous
lives captive-evolution.
They tat the stretched skies, royal.
From beats the animus- birth;
sprouting; feathery gardens
open to the sun. Roots plow.
Volcanic lands thrust- beryl
hues are the telluric gloss
of... diamonds. Hope. Pearl flushes-
scents of the wash of Summers.
Peach -brown malts- inebriation
of puissance. Grains reaped, ablaze
in Autumn afternoons. Stoked,
ground into mealy givings.
Marl nectare, fertility.
Corollas of heaven- O'Keefe.
Categories:
corollas, allusion, appreciation, art, autumn,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Near the end of October, a gelid wind blew
and froze the corollas of the dainty daisies;
it came as a surprise, sad was the face of Matthew,
no baseball in the field that echoed with screams!
Arthur, the coach, who used to chew gum and eat chips
sat inside his office checking out the unpredictable weather,
nothing promised a break in the clouds, so he bit his lips;
Lydia's eyes were sad and teary, she was the cheerleader!
The young players decided to play basketball in the Gymnasium,
they didn't really miss the baseball game as much as Tim did
who sat in a remote corner and seemed to experience Librium;
a bunch of kids rushed in not sure for which team they would bid!
As winter bent trees and stripped flowers from all gardens,
inside everybody was having fun cheering for their team;
all the doors were locked and a stranded dog emitted barks,
Cindy came out and let him in as he huffed at Joachim!
Categories:
corollas, autumn, baseball, basketball, cheer
Form:
Rhyme
I beg pardon, I'll try again, to gather
From your verse the voice, to align it with my own song,
May words flow in a magic pulse, under the clear moonlight,
Swaying in metaphor and dream, until I respond to you.
Wreathing my thoughts in the ephemeral flames of stars,
Amongst the equinoxes of soul and solstices of arched heart,
With love still kissing my bare soles,
I will drop into the night's carafe the gently diluted essence of life.
Oh, how I have loved! With longing suffocated in blossoms serene,
Harvesting hopes from dewdrops, upon corollas of dreams,
And I love, with a love that weaves beneath a cloak of clear skies,
Twirled in a dance of leaves, where nature in her secret smiles and whispers to me.
Under the canopy, my waiting builds castles on shifting sands,
With my heart, the flickering lighthouse, yet never it falls,
The umbrella of anticipation open to clouds of soaring flights,
Where happenings congeal in waits, distinct and pure.
I cannot confess whom I wait for, but wait I do,
Glowing with invisible wings, heart of untamed birds,
And still they fly, oh, how they fly, over seas of regret,
Seeking that song, plucked from all corners of souls.
What to do, I wonder, in a labyrinth of light and darkness,
My path is lost in the gilded web that weaves the horizons,
Mountains and forests rend inside me, waiting to unravel,
And seas of dreams retract, into the same mouth of the unreal, longing for breath.
In this realm born from a poetic anticipation,
Where groves bloom with promises to give and to receive,
And love's quiver rises, a delicate cathedral, finely crafted,
Over the soul a mantle of love is laid, in roots planted and at the tips infinite.
Categories:
corollas, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse