Best Lemony Poems
I was a planetary climatologist, who studied climate variability and change,
Like sweet variability of stunning, green tulips, in lavish garden rearranged.
Studying the said effects on the biosphere, absorbed so many daily hours,
Like industrious days of fragrant, amber honey, after tumbling into flowers.
My labors impacted energy usage, along with food production and health,
And the survival of endangered species, like golden rays of natural wealth.
Faddish flowers fascinated friends, who flattered them, at my broad fence,
Under fleecy, lemony clouds, fast moving, and orange sun, grown intense.
Famished, feasible family feasted, in lavish flowering fragrance of Fridays,
When fugitive, frosty stars flickered, winking at green garden bonsai trees.
I lived in the house of emerald echoes, in vivid memory of nature's sound,
From birdsong to crickets to evening wind, and brook of babbling renown.
Sachets swept away a sudden sadness, as robins sought another summer,
On my street of starry-eyed forget me nots, like a tune with no drummer.
Nobody knew latest neighborhood news, like my nearest friends next door,
Like chameleon sun, crisscrossing teal sky, wholly ignorant of 'nevermore.'
Pink birds were living high, and red butterflies viewed a world, ultraviolet;
And yellow bees went about their sweet labors, since queen bee desired it.
Strawberry clouds sailed around the world, for clouds ever love adventure,
As dogwoods barked in summer's dog days, during a gold noon surrender.
As I was walking home one day, the sun vanished as skies turned ominous.
There was a lightning flash just before the thunder, loud and cacophonous!
Suddenly, I saw a male face in the clouds, that was bellowing and enraged,
Like blizzard winds through naked trees, howling at a lush year that's aged.
Taken aback, like butterflies in gusts, I had come face to face with thunder-
The mighty, furious face of the storm, and I was filled with sudden wonder!
Then came the silver rains, sideways slanting, at the dead end of drought;
And I raced home like all uneasy nature, in the successive hours of doubt.
Scintillating sun had returned next day, after banishing the tangerine mist,
As benevolent nature was no more angry, its tale ending in an orange twist!
the red glow so far away
so close, embraced
the burst of innervated dawn
restraining its awe
the uplift of a lemony-spring
sponge-squeezed from the sudsy sun
the faucet of quiet waters turned off
the aura of a red and white sail on the run
and my day’s just begun
just wait
until the unspooling of the supermoon
the sand dunes of midnight
dreaminess in the lightly rocking socket
infused with Panamanian water lilies
whereas my ears leap at the splash
of oar-rowed canoes
my eyes behold but a shadow of heaven
and i almost die right there and then
in my dugout
i awake to a blue ceiling with stars
hazardly close
unable to breach the barrier reef
i sink into my pillow
in stillness
asleep
6/25/2019
She was looking my way, I had nothing to say,
Though I'd dreamed that this day would transpire;
With her beaux all around, why would she look at me
With such interest and playful desire?
She was heading my way, what on earth would I say
To the prettiest girl in the town?
And how could I bear all her sunshiny hair
Or her eyes, speckled golden and brown?
I thought, "This is the one! Mercy, here comes the sun!
If I stare, I shall surely be blind:
Though I be somewhat plain, if she choose to remain
I'd be last in the county to mind."
Then my eyes turned away as she sweetly did say
Pretty phrases I cannot recall;
And I mumbled replies, though they might have been lies,
Since I cannot remember at all.
Of that bright day in May but one thing I can say,
She was dressed in a soft yellow gown;
'Twas a lemony hue that was buttery too,
And with eight shiny pearls buttoned down.
Then I asked if she'd dance at the Cunningham's manse,
At the ball on the fourteenth of June;
She replied, "Oh, how good! Yes, I certainly would;
And I hope I shall talk to you soon."
What a wonderful day! Still with nothing to say
I just whistled an old happy tune;
Having primrosy dreams of sweet peaches and cream
As I counted the hours of June.
(Written February 12, 2014)
Don't worry if you're making waves simply by being yourself. The moon does it all the time. ~ Scott Stabile
Silence sings
To the hungry soul
Baptizing night
In whispers of moonlight
Painting the morning
In a lemony sunshine
Breathing tenderness
On butterfly wings
Gentling the storm
With rain’s sudden visit
Warming the winter
By devoted fresh snowfall
Gathering the songs
Of falling leaves who call
Laughing through minds
Who hold onto their hope
Publishing poetic writes
On pages awaiting insight
Lighting the heavens
With a sense of praise
Overflowing sunset
In brilliant rays of tangerine
Loving the addition
Of grace and forgiveness
Leaving only healing
On the hearts who are willing
To listen to God’s spirit
Who will reveal His indwelling
Love like this is real
Filled with hope and giving
Second chances, new beginnings
Grace that is fulfilling
Assurance that salvation is given
To those who are willing
To follow God through time
Into eternity to find
Hope, faith and love
Are gifts from up above
And He has given us a peace
That can quiet the deepest grief
Love like this
Is the miracle of belief!
Every morning, as heaven sighs
There comes the dawning
Of hope inspired by the dreams
That beckon from hearts
Minds who breathe the light
Erasing the darkness of night
As a lemony sun rises to smile
On the gentle mountains
Across the green meadows
The hearts who whisper
Silent prayers, reflections
Grace so alive it ignites
Fires of praise, promises
Second chance to awaken
The soul to love unwavering
Love that we are savoring
With our dreams, our hope
The feelings that make us whole
Peace falls from the skies
Sighing like the fireflies
Who bless hearts with their light
Hovering over the prairies
So alive, dancing in the wind
Spinning tales of gentle faith
Making a way to the Creator’s haven
Where there is only serenity
Faith that silences doubt and dread
Drinks in pools of liquid faith
Imagines the fanciful places
Only the heart can embrace
With its ability to pray
To the One who knows us better
Than any morning sun or rain
More than the whispers of wind
More than the gentle feelings
More than the lingering joy
Prayers of praise, praying
For God to know our hearts
Our thanks – the way we say
A prayer for Him to reach beyond
The thoughts and thinking
Into the heart and soul where we need Him
To see the sun rising fair
Upon the inspirations, the awareness
Of a light so big it outdoes the sun
It is a light from God’s throne room
A light of pure, unconditional love!
A light that shines hope into the heart
A light that sparkles with pure joy
A light that twinkles with faith and promise
A light that never fades or expires
A light that glows beyond this world…
Into the universe where He is everything and more!
He is GOD!
I savor the creamy batter.
Divining of lemony cast.
Layer cake that’s sure to flatter.
This sumptuous treat will not last.
The melt of his eyes, when he asked.
I squeeze, like a sponge, yellow fruit.
Up and down zest the bodysuit.
Ring’d finger frosted quick submit.
Temptation of icing acute.
Chocolate, curled white, atop it.
5/5/2020
Dizain - Poetry Contest
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A cup of dainty daisies
A whiff of lilacs' scent
A dish of vanilla-lace lilies
Winter's flavors are spent
A lick of lemony sunshine
A saucer of avocado herb
A spread of ruby-red roses
Summer's temptations, superb
“The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.”
- J.M. Barrie, The Little White Bird
Robins, wrens, sparrows,
quivering, yet silent, still
on limbs and branches, boughs,
heavy with rustling leaves,
their feathers brilliantly flaunted,
in cloaks of crimson, indigo and lemony yellow,
creating music with arms, soft wings
singing to the shattered trees,
in altos, sopranos and gentle tenors,
laughing, chattering, chortling,
teaching the skies their cozy songs…
wrestling with the crisp of winter,
hesitating on the melody,
alive… more alive than the breathless winds,
shivering through the oaks and pines,
washing away all the sun’s spun wishes,
singing light on the ridges,
murmuring joy and peace and love,
in angelic voices, lifted in praise,
silencing the grief, the pain, the heartbreaking
in the distance,
the heart breaking, like a whisper…
birdsong, bird’s song,
alive and warm, in tones of hope,
poured out like the sun,
gentle and fond,
adoring, worshipful,
rising to the skies, tender
falling over the promises, the fanciful
reflections of a love,
who is peaceful like the dove,
bird’s reassuring, in hues, all colors,
rising and susurrant,…
praising, praying, promising
forever spun on gold threads of light,
softly falling on shadows,
restoring the life, resurrecting
insights, inspiring, imaginations,
alive… so alive, the bird’s sing
and, while the night, so silent,
presses in on the soul,…
we are remembering the call of hope,
peaceful and praising, every praising,
like the wind through the trees,
the singsong breeze,
each bird trembles with the need,
to please, simply please,
singing to the One who erases the dark,
fills the heart and silences the shame,
as the heart continues to pray,
and praise, oh, how they praise,
singing like the love who stirs life,
inside each story,
inspires love that is ever worthy.
The green song of Spring. A coloring book - the pages fluttering.
Pastel azaleas blooming. Violet hyacinths hug a vertical space.
Lemony tulips with lavish leaves. Iris cycloglossa ~ lilac, yellow, blue.
A felicitous field of larkspur. Petrichor and dewdrop bliss. Sunkisst!
4/3/2020
[Verse]
Fourteen years old
So I am told
Lately, she really shows it
Except at meals
She barks and squeals
The time? It’s like she knows it
[Verse]
She sleeps all day
Then wants to play
Before the sun has come up
What frustrates most?
Deaf as a post
So she can’t hear my shut up!
[Chorus]
Oh, Lemony! You are a mess
You are so lazy
Oh, Lemony! I must confess
You drive me crazy
[Verse]
She’s a strange girl
I want to hurl
The things she’s always eating
Beware in case
She licks your face
It is her way of greeting
[Verse]
Twelve hours straight
It’s pretty great
From dawn to dusk, just doing nothing
At night of course
Barks herself hoarse
Then eats the sofa stuffing
[Chorus]
Oh, Lemony! You are a mess
You are so lazy
Oh, Lemony! I must confess
You drive me crazy
[Verse]
I know one day
She’ll pass away
And I won’t have this trouble
She makes me mad
But I’ll feel sad
And I will surely miss her snuggles
[Chorus]
Oh, Lemony! You are a mess
You are so lazy
Oh, Lemony! I must confess
You drive me crazy
[End]
Dusty rose and orange gold when daybreaks;
And burnished reds and mauve at setting sun.
The mountains in shades of beauty awakes;
And retires to the same when day is done.
The mountains are massed in riotous blooms,
While sometimes obscured by lemony clouds,
As heady scents drift all the afternoons,
And into nights, appearing in dark shrouds.
Now and then crowned by such lovely rainbows,
Before birds sing to the warm lilac nights,
So still in dreams of June's golden yellows,
With its humming life, and butterfly flights!
Daytime and nighttime bring endless beauty,
Through sunlit mountains hued so profusely.
A breath, a sigh, a whisper
Flowing gentle against the lips
Piercing hopes and dreams
Creating a sense of beautiful peace
Music on the end of grace
A breath, a sigh, a whisper
Feeling falling across my spirit
Raising my faith to new heights
Singing like birds in the light
Inspiring me to share my insight
A breath, a sigh, a whisper
Laughter caresses my soul
A dance of faith so pure and warm
Like a smile in the lemony sun
Passionate as the stardust moments
A breath, a sigh, a whisper
Grace measured out in gentleness
Kindness as joyful as the songster
Who lingers along the dawn’s smile
Soothing, silencing, sensing a good life
A breath, a sigh, a whisper
Loosing myself in your touch
Remembering only the hope of love
Streaming through my veins
Igniting a fire within my heart
A breath, a sigh, a whisper
Lighting the way to compassion
Feelings both wise and substantial
Welcoming the soul to freedom
And leaving the spirit full of joy
A breath, a sigh, a whisper
The reason I always reach out
To those who know there is no doubt
That love is the reason for living
Love like this whispers “believe me”
A breath, a sigh, a whisper
God’s grace coloring my dreams
Filling me up with inspiration and peace
Lighting the way so that I can see
Through the pain, into the belief
A breath, a sigh, a whisper… Believe me
Whispers Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John lawless
July 13, 2021
Dewdrops on ivory rose, and fresh milk splashing,
And mulberry evenings, when jewelry is flashing,
A chocolate covered candy, sweet coconut delight,
Savored in pale moonbeams and glittery starlight.
My mind's full of pearls, precious and everywhere,
Like sunbeams on snowflakes, or butterflies in air!
Like melting ice cream, in lemony sun, soon gone-
And like creamy moonstone, at the rouge of dawn.
As a child of God
The One who brings me
Through the darkest dread
Through the fears that taunt me
Through the tears that haunt me
Through all the worry, pain and doubt
Through the shadows of regret
As a child of God
The God who gives me grace
Answers my prayers of faith
Assures me that there is a way
Even though my mind can’t accept
As a child of God
The One who lights up the night
With moon, stars and dreams
And lights up the day with rays
Of sunshine laughing in hues
Of lemony joy and butter like hope
As a child of God
The God who makes a way
Where no way has been before
The God who brings me a second chance
When I’ve made the worst mistake
The God who lives to be the answer
To all my prayers, petitions or pleas
As a child of God, the living God….
The One who is my answer to every worry
The One who shares His love and spirit with me
The One who I believe in – with all my faith
This is the God I want to praise
With all my heart and soul
With everything within my control
With all my words and deeds
With everything I believe
This is the God who is everything to me!
My eyes wafted toward the edge of a thicket
Where briars and sage hastened to thrive
There amid brush and bramble, a delicate face
Peeped out from the dense shrubbery and pine
Lighting my heart and reassuring my senses
That life was about to start fresh this Spring
Laughed the hesitant blooms of a bunch of
Lemony yellow daffodils chuckling with joy
Brilliant creamy flowers on stems of emerald
Danced in the flickering sunlight that whispered
Through the wood and reminded me that life
Was about to start anew, fresh as these buds
Breathing through the whispers of delicious
Intimate caresses I chose a flower for my table
And grew more hungry for their flavors than
The food that tastes so delicious to the appetite
There will be brighter flowers, more vivid and lively
Swaying in the breeze, more lovely than moonlight dreams
But I don’t believe there will ever be a more beloved
Delicate smile from any Spring blush than the daffodil
The Most Beautiful Flowers You've Seen Blossoming This Spring So Far Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: M. L. Kiser
May 8, 2021