Best Ivies Poems

But we of the Three Tribes live undiscovered 
   In the reverberating stillness of the 
 Three Gorges...
And are therefore unknown to the warring mongol;
    His impassioned lusts -- his penchant for 
  Wanton destruction!
   If he...

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Follow the path that runs through the dale
Where it turns leading down by the spring
Lush ferns and ivies line the trail
Nearly everything bites or stings

The dogwood blossoms and the redbud trees
Paint splotches of pink and white
Their aromas wafting on a lazy breeze
Awakening the senses with...

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Off with the old, and on with the new,
  Hopefully good ambitions all pursue,
  Salute Lord Tennyson do or die!
Ring out wild bells, to the wild sky...

I will read my Alfred Tennyson,
  Meanwhile, eating my wild...venison,  
  Past mistakes absorbed...

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RESPECT YOUR FREEDOM

I glance through my verandah window,
Birds flying over my head freely.
I imagined myself floating like them,
In pain complicated, reminiscence shown deeply.

The afternoon breeze breeds an aroma,
Like fresh cologne of summer ivies.
Unlike bad odors always ventilating thru my nostrils.
All I see is beauty of...

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Home.
The deepest crevices of your arms felt like home. 
It was a place of warmth and comfort
A place where I can nudge my nose into when it is cold from all the outdoors.
It reminded me of a sunset that I can feel close to me
I...

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I am leaving

I am leaving and I forget everything rolls
I am leaving and I forget everything dies
I am leaving and leave memories
I am leaving and leave the diamonds

I am leaving

I am leaving, my love life
I am leaving, my queen
I am leaving, my inspiration
I am leaving...

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Are you chameleons, dearest leaves?
Stealing colors of amber, like thieves;
Hiding pure gold dusts within, sometimes, 
Putting on crimson shown like sun-shines...!

Birds, dear, from for lands! Don't go away!
You're nature's pleasure; kindly do stay! 
Nightingales, cuckoos, swifts, and cranes,
Tell us, time-to-time, your inner pains...!

Blackberries, rose-hips and...

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CHRISTMAS WITH FAMILY


after breakfast
tangled in my father’s flings
hoped for an heretic utopia
cried the white guilt
he put next to me 
as a list of chores

after lunch
ran in the wild field
of lost fairytale heroes – 
denied the unicorns’ existence
as forbidden caress 
cherished stone gods
washed in storms 

after...

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There was a sunny spot in my eye,
a region of riots and ripples,
a cause for resplendence
in mosaic mysteries
and myriad myths;
Tendrils and creepers, 
ivies and myrtles 
and an emblazoned bliss…

There was a sunny spot in my eye,
beyond the honeydews,
the hills and the hedges,
that nestled the we;

the...

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Tended with diligent care and toiling
Prayed for against pest attack so severe 
Being nurtured by God’s bountiful grace 
Our church gardens* are flourishing indeed.

Abundant green and leafy vegetables
Sway healthily exuding their nutrients:
Camote, alugbati, and sili
Likewise, ampalaya, talong, okra.

Herbarium corner shouts vim and vigor
Since herbs serve...

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In cracking lights, beaming smiles, lost in the moment, busy minds,
Someone just got lost in my vision, reached out to my senses
Hurricanes, poison ivies, king-sized towers turned out to be a joke
For a guy like him whose blossoms can move sky-scraping fences

Out of the blue,...

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ANCIENT FOUNTAIN 

A fountain amid a floral garden, flowing to no end, 
Still watering surrounding flowers, 
the souls of them therein.

Perineal plantings, growing wild, vines of weeds and thorn, 
Yet yielding strength and beauty there, blooming fragrant every morn
The rustic fountain ever pouring, encompassed by...

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"It comes to me in childlike dreams, 
a peaceful place to run away too." Quote by_ poet

Fluttering in the enchanted garden,
luxuriant foliage unburden.

Serene illuminated by fair hues
of gay sunshine overflowing muse.

Buzzing bees and colorful butterflies,
teasing the lavish flora's pretty eyes.

Flipping, swirling in midair a small...

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WILD

At the foot of my garden,
Where nobody  goes
There are foxgloves and brambles,
And a pink rambling rose.

There are nettles so tall,
They strive for the sky,
Ivies and grasses,
Sprawling near by.

Buttercups and daisies,
A scattering of clover,
Mosses and meadow sweet,
Trying to take over.

Willow herb, lady’s mantle,
A riot of...

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         ~ Prejudice ~

   O, that's a snappy book jacket
   That book looks interesting
      I think I'll buy it...

   Doesn't she have a wonderful smile
 ...

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