Best Datura Poems
In the middle of deep dark woods
Beneath the clumsy, capricious clouds
A wacky, wiggly passage leads
To a captivating, carious ground
There dwells a divine dreamy Datura
Brewing, in the lap of her beaming aroma
A bowl of nifty, nefarious nectar
Whose magical scent I smelt in Abyssinia
Pour one drop of it in your soul and soon___
You will get teleported__ to river Reena of the moon
Celestial fantastic flies hovering you
Until you are inebriated by the Reena's liquor__Maroon
# ________________________________#
P.S: Datura is a flowering plant also known as Moon flower.
(The lap of Datura is aroma, and the nector is brewed there...
Reena's liquor is Maroon in colour)
(~Paghunda Zahid... 2020 - 08- 19)
Categories:
datura, imagery, imagination, moon, nature,
Form:
Alliteration
"Snapdragons and Dandy Lions - Part 2"
The day was cooling down
pressing itself close into
the amythest and musk pink early eve
as the eggshell pale blue sky rolled over into
Astor Purple to get ready for sleep.
The Ostrich Ferns rustled,
We’d frightened the Blue Tongue, he’d run back to his lair.
Coming in from the Ocean now
there came a light breeze.
I was looking for four leaf clovers
and Skink eggs but they were to be found nowhere
while she knelt in her rock garden planting
Agapanthas, Gladiolus, Calla Lillies,
Daffodils, Fresias and Pansies -
there were loose bulbs everywhere
and packets of Tulip
and Blue-Eyed Susan seeds.
Sooty, the Black cat sat
and watched with knowing sly eyes
twitched his whiskers, licked a paw on ‘his’ Window Sill,
he looked very wise.
We’d been making Daisy Chains,
she’d placed on our hair like Crowns.
Of course,
3’s always a bad number, it's never neat,
there’d been fights in between – still,
we were her adoring subjects, her princesses and
SHE our beautiful and kind QUEEN.
“Do you know why I love Snapdragons the best?” the QUEEN declared,
“They’re the knights of this garden –
they get a bad rap because of their name.
Look at their faces though,
they’re ferocious not frightened of anything,
great courage they always stand firm.
It’s the blasted Dandy Lions,
well they scare easy,
blow away every time
there’s a storm
and they leave a damned mess”.
She looked at us, and said,
“You’re like those Snapdragons my beautiful girls.
Always stand together.
Always stand firm”.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2017 Dec)
(1)
"Under the Ivy"/Kate Bush
https://youtu.be/NvKNzyO4wk0
(2)
"Datura"/Tori Amos
https://youtu.be/WX_dwuF-6oY
Categories:
datura, childhood, daughter, joy, love,
Form:
Free verse
Colored yellow beneath the sunlight
Eidoloned by azure breeze of the sky
Covered green like trees of delight
Scented by wind and bubbles of lye
Corded in lamp that cools the night
Your heart throbs in counts of chite
Chortled in incense of kookabura
Quilted and freed from petals of Datura
Heart dipped in cherry blossom
Shaped in cleavage of ample bosom
Deathless soul pulsating forever
Your heart lodging idyllic and so tender
Categories:
datura, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
satin sheets slide off
the desk notes fall
softly like petals
as the Maestro
humms along
the symphony
directing
each movement
Summer shimmers
Luna glistens
through shiny panes
the puppet master
raises the silence
hands charter the poignant
sensually inked in mind
the words flutter in the throat
rising like nightingale wings
singing to the Maestro's
feathery quill is an angel falling
racing across the ecstacy
along the face of the other
like a clock watched
the hands on a body
tracing each moment
the eyes worship
the reflection
in each the other
she sings an opera
to the puppet master
like it's the end
of an old world
like something exotic taken
milky orchid datura nightshade
scent of pearl in moonlight
starlit in the morning
lips taste the kiss
to another life
underneath
the layers
time shifting
into another
she unfurls
Candide Diderot. ‘24
"And the day came
when the risk to remain
tight in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took to blossom"
Lakme. Flower.
Anais Nin. Blossom.
Strings. Puppet Master. Delibes.
Categories:
datura, muse, romance, sensual,
Form:
Free verse
For some occasions,
when she wants to appear attentive,
her eyes are Morning Glory brilliant blue,
unwinding for sunrise, heliotropic,
closing at dusk,
wilting into the dark.
As light fades on summer evenings
her brilliant white Datura gown
unfolds its pleats to Dervish-whirl
through the cooling air,
attracting all manner of
pleasure-seekers,
retiring slowly
as darkness deepens,
resting to dance again tomorrow.
On more desperate nights,
her vanilla scented Cereus-spirit
all but explodes,
anxious to find her lover
in that single evening of her life.
By dawn’s light
she hangs spent and lifeless,
her glory gone
but for the seeds planted in her belly
during that wondrous darkness.
YouTube has marvelous stop-action films of these flowers. There is information elsewhere online regarding their uses by and effects on humans.
Categories:
datura, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Still green
the leaves shaken by a trembling silence
covered the boughs
and the blood red bracts
a lover's kiss
around the small white flowers
to the giant datura trumpets
crushed like bleeding rose petals
into the goblets of wine
take the lovers lives.
Categories:
datura, life,
Form:
Free verse
I have chosen to hide away
when night has come without delay
with moonrise
I'm toxic to those who know me
with no misgivings to finality
apathetic moonstone
Shiva worships my offerings
Chumash use me for sufferings
sacrificial moondust
The Shamans of harvest and rain
are the keepers of old soul's pain
like moonbeams
I am hidden in the open
where the night from day has broken
I am moonflower
May 11, 2020
Compounding the Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
Categories:
datura, dream, flower, magic, native
Form:
Verse
He salutes the mountains Tehachapi to the west
San Gabriel and San Bernardino to the south
This is his rite of passage
His coming of age
How he’s yearned
For his spiritual journey
To become a man
Thirsting to prove his bravery
Alone he wanders the barren Mojave
Facing the elements
And challenges head on
Datura in hand for nights of visions
To forge his unique one-on-one bond
With the universe and its mysteries
Bam bam bam echoes of drumming
Till the spirits of his ancestors
The lingering chants of Navaho
Guide him to the oasis of manhood
AP: Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on October 22, 2018 for contest MID OCTOBER 2018 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
and October 1, 2018 for contest I WANDER THE DESERT ALONE sponsored by EDWARD IBEH
Categories:
datura, age, boy, courage, growing
Form:
Free verse
I should have known
when the elderflowers failed to bloom,
Blind was I, dancing in Plato's Cave.
Then there came the day.
The cosmic disarray nor the wolves howls
Rang bells to me.
For had they,
Church bells I would have clanged
With my bare hands
And salvaged many a white Lily
From withering away.
But helpless was I....
Shell- shocked and deafened
by the screams of churchgoers,
Spectres of sordid morgues sprawled on our screens,
We clutched onto our heartstrings
lest they should tear away,
Silently praying it should not be...
Violently denying it could not be.
But helpless was I.....
Brood tucked to my bosom
Eyes shut from horrors unfolding
I witness a mother
Rummaging for the remains of her relatives
Thereby the heart disintegrates into shards of glass
No morsel of food would enter that throat
The mind entrapped by a darkened lair
Groping for answers
Distorted was I by the Datura flower
For helpless was I...
Minutes streaked, days sped and months flew by,
Determined was I to help that mother
But a mother she was not,
Nor a wife, nor a daughter
Not even a soul
But a body of clouds wandering in the skies.
I press an envelop of money into her cold hand
She declines, she resists
“take it away,” she insists
“For Christmas” I respond,
“Christmas will never be the same,” she whimpers,
“Sorry” I say,
“What For?” her voice trails off....
I turn away
For helpless was I.
Categories:
datura, 12th grade, abuse, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
Datura(belladonna perhaps in another form)
Matures the galaxy in jealousy despising love
Releasing jasmines death twisting Aphrodite's heads upon loves rewinding failures
Creation in question
Call from my mouth your kindness
Respond silence
Squander obnoxious craft
Illness requires me
And again
I disappear your vapors
Categories:
datura, africa, england, fashion, fate,
Form:
Free verse
We are these Irish people
"Are Problematic!!!!"
Why?
Tissnt birthed of ink Elizabeth
The inkling romes
The prerogative jollies as a gent in
The Americas
Play his phones
Father
Lord of manner I shall not weep from
backwords she can't gavel
above her the beast
hateful of beauty in arrival
to learn the day
to burn the way
opened eye must, alone
become a sacrifice
not to a throne she bevels
his edge lower and unaware
the liberty of private war
she alas will declare
this and thou
is how we leave the tombs
handled over too many ways
and consumed
succumb to my fate
walk towards the water
be not less, be not with me
The American Elegant
Portrait artists as shame
Cinder the shackles ballroom
Within a distance a dandy boys wedding
Freedom of tooling and pry
Only as field creates night hours
Will assembly of room have more to tell itself
Grand that
A wasting of children, you say loving sounds
Owning a vineyard for shawls on men
Preoccupied station wears little labors in
Boy George rules!
Do you really want to hurt me?
1936?
The finance charge of robes
Un framing the dish
How have you been fed?
Upright and straw.
Mangled Time
Datura(belladonna perhaps in another form)
Matures the galaxy in jealousy despising love
Releasing jasmines death twisting Aphrodite's heads upon loves rewinding failures
Creation in question
Call from my mouth your kindness
Respond silence
Squander obnoxious craft
Illness requires me
And again
I disappear your vapors
Categories:
datura, age, birth, boat, career,
Form:
Free verse