Best Plucked Poems
This is too complex; i mean the throbbing wound
grating my belly on a dappled day, a day
breathing of tender winds and violins. Perhaps,
the strains of notes shuttle me back
to my grandfather’s library sitting on books
and archaic telescopes. Here, we would
empty the shoulders from a rough sail;
he scattering fiddle songs on painted walls…
the mellow notes tasted like hints
of vanilla scent warmed by cadences
of burning musical passion as his eyes ,
half-closed ,melted the noise
of an anxious world, of teary wrongs.
‘Bathe in the splendor of the night,’ he mused,
submitting to a trance smitten by some refrains
of Moonlight Serenade… and my rubber spine
would bend with the flesh of his vibrating hands;
violin strings weeping till we drowned in holy streams.
Now, I feel these undefined memories… the phantom
of light exhumed his lust for old charm;
and my eyes fall on the alley of roaming vagueness.
I could have loved him more than heaven
plucking his strings so soon, uninvited.
Nayda Ivette Negron's Memories Contest
soft scent of spring blooms a rose
throbbed in thorns, a warm gaze close.
urge to hold and pluck your smile,
will I fall in love, who knows?
29th March 2020
Sponsor Jenish Somadas
Contest Name Let the Pens Flow - Jueju
from Mother's garden
radiant orchids are plucked---
adorning her crypt
3/15/2019
Writing Challenge 2, March 2019 - Haiku-
Sponsor: Dear Heart
" Flower plucked from plant is like a new born baby dumped on road"
Bright, tender flower, my beauty all devour
Humans stop and look at me, faces full of glee
Joyous whole day, in breeze I sway
Many sisters and brothers, love chatting with others
Family loves me, am well fed must agree
When insects sit on me, I am filled with glee
As they commute, I will become a fruit
Such thoughts in mind lay, thinking of future I stay
~~~~~
One day plucked away, dropped on pathway
From my family faraway, alone I lay
Blow me wind I say, drop me where I stay
But much to my dismay, I am tossed away,
All stamp upon me, humans are beastly
To God I pray, for my early death, decay
Harshly am taken away, along with garbage I lay
Burnt alive,I am slain, I scream in pain
~~~~~
Many of us die this way, mercilessly humans slay
When plucked, alive we lay, waiting for death to take us away
LIVING DEAD, MANY TEARS SHED, EVERY MOMENT DREAD, SUCH A DEATHBED!
Wish humans understood our pain, and stopped being so inhumane
~~~~~
28 Jan 2021
Topic chosen - If I were a flower
All internal rhymes checked at Rhyme zone. End rhymes not intended.
Note: Brother and sisters indicate other flowers on the plant.
In India garbage is collected by municipality and burned
.
Down in the valley’s cold iced over pond
there lies one lone white lily
so waiting to be plucked
*Inspired by: Nette Onclaud's contest
Thanx Nette...And Andrea Dietrich
Plucked for you, this little flower
Given in earnest, modest gift
Posies and love bloom by the hour
Plucked for you, this little flower
Sun kissed and rain wet by shower
Hoping yellow, your worries lift
Plucked for you, this little flower
Given in earnest, modest gift
From bud to bloom she watched me grow
In my garden where love for him was first begot
One day she plucked my petals, whispering low,
"Does he love me, or love me not?"
When I plucked out my brain, I saw
it had roundness and grooves.
So it was a wheel and fire.
It was also made to aspire.
There were literature and awe
when it would move
like an unlit seed in winter.
I would come to despise its birth.
It lacks a maid, a lover, and call nurse.
I suddenly became aware
(although rooted motive not clear)
avoiding self castration ere
yours truly back during
forty three plus summers ago
(do the math and figure out what year)
long haired pencil necked geek
applied dull razor
to remove, (albeit temporarily) hair
covering these skinny legs.
The missus asked me
(hitherto known as her bozo)
just mere moments ago
to craft humorous poem to glow
nsync with the shiny nose of Rudolph
keeping syncopated metrical flow
thus methought to crow
about being equally as foolish
streaking naked outside at five below
so without further here I go
rattling off gibberish as common Joe
King cole, a merry old soul...
dirt poor, hence without any dough
to embellish endeavor as literary pro,
who also sought to catch eye of Mister Perdue
(yea him of agribusiness fame)
to sacrifice self for New Year's barbecue.
Yours truly repurposed courtesy rigged
easy to assemble cannibalistic spit
with large fig leaf covering puny naughty bit
meekly (née willingly) surrendered
matter of fact, I paid with bitcoin chit
recognized latest currency
ever since legal tender easily susceptible
and oftimes confused as counterfeit
money forged, smelted, and hammered
linkedin with pendulum that swung within pit.
Thus analogous to
Five Chinese brothers immune
yours truly constituted more'n one secret boon
such fiery flames (hot enough
to melt like molten rock)
could harm not a hair
of one *****sapien baboon
matter fact simian in question could become swell
think hot air balloon
allowing, enabling and providing me quick escape
national anthem playing as most popular tune,
a capella, I simultaneous croon
as hot embers snap, pop, and crackle
token human crisply cooking
taking place at high noon
despite the most ferocious typhoon,
no worry, I defy being drowned
survival skills inherited sophisticated protozoan
symbiotic eukaryotes since time immemorial
livingsocial within tight quarters
with not mushroom
to maneuver - oh... hold on,
cuz I will be done lame
reasonable rhyme really soon
ah... just about done
getting cooked the color maroon.
God Planted That "Flower and That Garden"! It was called "The Garden Of Eden ! My Mother was planted in "The Garden Of Eden"! The Lord God Almighty plucked that specific "Flower" called "My Mother" out of "The Garden""His Garden" that "He called""Eden"! God plucked that flower out of his "Garden for his own reason,and many more because they were in season to join him in "Heaven",and in eternal joy for eternity,because they brought him love and filled him with joy,and in their existance they filled the "Universe with his "Holy Spirit"and "power"as children,and as little bitty,boys and girls! God decided to pluck them from his garden ,and keep them in "Heaven with him so that they can be forever alive in "Eternity with Him"! The Lord god Almighty Created Them To Be With Him! God walks through "His Garden" and "Sees" in "This entire Universe",who is who,and who anyone wants to be!Our destinity,and fate is really based on a clear "NAME",and "THAT NAME IS ""LORD GOD ALMIGHTY",and that name tells any "RELIGION" who "GOD IS"!IT is in "THE HOLY BIBLE"! Lord god Almighty! Any other name does not make any since!The Lord God Almighty is going "To Pluck" his children out of "The Garden Of Eden",and "GOD'S "Garden of Eden"contains "The Christians,Muslems,Buddist,Jews,and God loves all of us to include the "Athiest too!God Loves "The Hindu"!Those who can desearn"The Holy Spirit" can connect with "The Lord god Almighty"who is "True"!God "Plucks Out" the "Holy Spirit that rest in me and you!God will "PLUCK"some from"The Garden of Eden,and "They will be "Taken straight to "Hell"by "The Holy Spirit",being "Wicked,and Evil,and "Hell" is their home to dwell for eternity!Our "Loved ones are sometimes taken away out of the garden of "Eden"to be in a "Heavenly Place",as "The Lord God Almighty lets us all receive his mercy,and grace.
Beneath a far moon love's fragile rose dies
The stem with its thorns has crumbled by fate
The truth of demise assists hopeless cries
To fear the dark has come to suffocate
This beautiful flower akin to fire
Turned a weathered old stem, brittle and brown
Robbed of its scents of unabashed desire
Never again to wear the royal gown
Love's blood drips constantly from long ago
To fall ever slowly upon grave's ground
And lay as shadows in the far moon's glow
The red from these petals will not be found
As love is like a rose when plucked will die
And will wilt away as memories cry
8/4/18
contest Not just any old rose
THE PLUCKED AND WATERED FLOWER
Wondering lonely as a floating firmament,
Seeing a petal held up by the branch
Like a host of golden daffodils,
In the green pastures of nature
whistling sounds of peace
Besides the still lakes of serenity,
I apply as the gardener in the vineyard
Mulching the gracious garden
As my weary toes grips mother earth.
To pluck the flower is to "like"
With the help of the heavenly wind
But love is to water the flower,
Daily, as such is the true life
Splintered with the taint of love.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 4th January, 2022.
Romantic soft curves
Mesmerizing cords
Necked fretted sound board
By Robb A. Kopp
Lone Little flower
Wiliting in the sun
Sentimental power
Standing at a run
Lost in lonesome sunshine
Without a count of days
Listening to moonshine
And rough yet practiced ways
I plucked the moon from the sky last night.
No one else seemed to be using it
So, I thought, “Why not?”
I mistakenly thought it would fit comfortably in my pocket
But, it bulged, protruded, and made it difficult to sit!
“Stupid moon!
What good are you?” I grumbled.
A TV news anchor rattled on about
Potential collapsed ecosystems, climate chaos, and mass extinctions.
All around me
Would-be lovers unraveled their arms and parted ways and
Dreamers no longer looked to the sky.
“The world has gone mad,” I muttered.
“But, at least I have this shiny rock, even if it IS a pain in the rear.”
However, it kept tugging, pulling, and wouldn’t stay still.
Determining it not worth the trouble,
I relinquished the object to the night
And went to dwell in a crazy world.