Best Tansy Poems
when skies bleed
your sonnets~
every drop of
garnet rain
rhymes
with ethereal initials
of your s u n f l o w e r
sonatas
I remember when
our eyes reflected
like celestial f i r e f l i e s
watching beach
bonfires
kiss
the rouge
sherbet clouds
drifting through hues of
lavender linings
knitting a tapestry of
tinker bell dreams
I long to return
and turn back t i m e
to marigold monsoons
painting
horizons
with
star-kissed
s u n s e t s
in scarlet sage feathers
whilst pixie-fairies
swirl with us
singing amidst
childhood fears
braving through
weeping
waves of w o e s
crashing upon
hidden traces
in hourglass p e a r l s
of fleeting
t i m e
soaked in seas
of sizzling s t a r s
as our tiny fingers
craft crystalline castles
with regal conch shells
found along
moon lily s h o r e l i n e s
where tansy vines twinkle
like twilight tears
reflecting runes of
rosemary ribbons
scattered across
raisin black spheres
I wonder now
do rivers in heaven
flow with
aurora calligraphies
carrying your
lyrical l a u g h t e r
For I can feel your
poetic glitter on my
toffee-hued skin
as I scribble our
secrets in rose gold i n k
with red diamond l e t t e r s
on slipping pages
of perfumed life
Maybe I should
r e s t my quill
let thoughts
walk through
holographic hallways
of yesterdays
within my
nocturnal mind
allow nature to guide me
back to the turquoise
arms of tranquility
t i m e can heal
mourning hearts
connected through
mellifluous m e m o r i e s
when storms slow dance
to the
symphony of g r i e f
let wind take away
p a i n
and illuminate wilted flowers
to thrive as souvenirs
amidst
the forest of n o s t a l g i a
Categories:
tansy, feelings, i miss you,
Form:
Free verse
The old faith healer carefully got things ready.
She had spring water collected from the source
that had been taken at the night of the new moon.
Some special herbs also gathered by moonlight.
Setting the pebbles in a circle on the cleared earth.
She lights a small fire in its heart and feeds it.
Once it is burning bright, she shakes out some of the herbs
adding them to the spring water, then patiently waits.
When the moon appears she busily goes to work,
a pinch of liverwort, some ground sunflowers.
Tansy and dried apple, a bit of spiders web,
she places the pot on the fire and stirs.
First three stirs clockwise, now two anti three more clockwise.
Chanting softly as she stirs the simmering brew.
Now adding crushed primrose and burdock, she stirs.
Then she lays it in the moonlight waiting for dark.
Once the moon slides from sight, she pours it into a vessel
and caps it tight. Shrugging back her hood she gathers all.
Now it is time for it to sit and infuse before it is time for use.
Her fame is renown, the kingdom wide, many are they who seek her.
She blesses the potion first with Mut, then calls on Pax,
finally she invokes Serena's help, finally done,
she sets it in a ray of moonlight leaving it for now.
It is time for the cleansing of her patients before they drink it.
The following day miraculous recoveries by them all.
Singing her praises they try to cross her hand with silver.
Gently she shakes her head, not for money is her gift.
Freely she shares it, for the goddesses gave her the healing gift.
Mut is the goddess of nature mother earth.
Pax is the goddess of peace.
Serena is the goddess of healing.
written 10/14/2014
Sect: Faith Healer
contest: Religious Poetry: Non-Christian
Categories:
tansy, faith, health, spiritual,
Form:
Verse
Let the wild mustard and tansy grow
both tall and prolific, spreading freely
along the edges of the garden, seedlings from the wood.
Beneath the plum and pear, near the sycamore and cherry,
allegheny spurge known as pachysandra spread with runner vines
here and there along and up the fence in shade or sun.
Lily of the valley, once only six small plants
take over like a wave of rushing green oceans
that scents the thickened air with dainty delights and fragrance.
So much grows wild, free and un-contained
held back only barely by mason stone, brick and brush
intended to set the separation of garden and drive or walkway.
After years of carefully imagined plant and cultivation
this garden is no longer mine taking on life all its own
to grow rampant and wild, bold and beautiful despite my every effort.
It is surviving, living, growing, a picture perfect painting
envious lush greenery waiting for the proper moment
in which to flower and bloom beneath the summer sun.
Categories:
tansy, beauty, flower, garden, growth,
Form:
Free verse
The tansy and the tarragon are sprouting in the lawn;
I can smell their pungent fragrance in the dewy after-dawn.
The crocus and the daffodils are prancing up the hill;
their dresses all a-shimmer and their bodies never still.
The happy little bluebird is flitting all about
to find the perfect property to hang his shingle out.
The tulip swords are shining in the early morning sun,
and I thought I saw Br'er Rabbit havin' him some rhubarb fun.
It's spring and spring is glorious; brings the child right out of me.
makes me want to dance at midnight beneath budding apple trees.
Faye Lanham Gibson
© April 10, 2014
Categories:
tansy, april, creation, earth, flower,
Form:
Lyric
She qualified more years ago
than many people want to know.
In fact it was before the War;
(we’re talking now about the Boer.)
Her methods haven’t changed a lot,
since Granny Smith was just a tot
and still she carries, all the time,
some tansy, hyssop and a lime.
Her gentle touch, a word or two
will keep us from our Waterloo.
And if we suffer stress or strain
she'll calm us down and then explain,
"A little rum will ease the pain!"
~
Categories:
tansy, health, recovery from...,
Form:
Verse
Teardrops, petals, ruffles and lace,
on my summer day walk, I slow my pace.
Beautiful, yellow gossamer balls of Dandelion,
white blooms drooping on a growth of Campion.
Underneath a tree grows vivid Periwinkle and Nettle,
and beside a flowing stream is yellow and white Daffodil.
In an open meadow, I bend low to pick some wild Strawberry,
as the gentle breeze bends the Daisy, Poppy and the pink Tansy.
My hand sweeps the delicate Clover and the intricate beautiful Yarrow,
at last, turning homeward with a bouquet of blue Cornflower and Mallow.
_______________________
June 8, 2013
Poetry/Rhyme/Summer Day Walk
Copyright Protected, ID 06-484-282-08
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
Categories:
tansy, flower, summer,
Form:
Rhyme
FLIGHTS OF FANCY PHRASIS 3
Blossom of baby's breath,soft white
gorse,crusted yellow, weeping willow
rush patterned lace pastures a pastel green.
Buttercup,daisy&comely cowslip mingle
&mix in fellowship swaying pelts of grass
with purple vetch & ribwort plantain,clover
in English rain.Scabious,burnets butteflies
and bees hawthorn and scented woodruff.
Briar brambles sprawl,in dogrose so tall
above harts-tongue.
Seabank with scattered seaweed &
feathery fennel in aniseed;Alexander’s
leaves so green this tender cusine.
Welcome wholesome fat hen,vibrant
shoots the vimen in Lamb’s lettuce
in Jack-in-the-hedge in wild radish,
cress&chive,where majoram &sweet
cicely thrive.Seabeet,and chard also survive.
Wild parsnip the confectioner,tansy to savour.
Stinging nettles so green,peppermint oil
pick-me-up, in coltsfoot syrup cup.
From Flights of Fancy 2003
Listen to me recite this part phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthys chiro
Categories:
tansy, fantasy,
Form:
Verse
I read in a parchment
A name!
Not sure
Pansy or
Golden buttons tansy.
The sound of the guitar,
The probe of the singer,
And the joy of a listener,
The dance of souls are simpatico abstract.
Then I turned to my inner
I look like an old
My thoughts are somehow old
What about my feelings?
I do not know
Some old & some new.
Tired of reading
Tired of myself
I wonder of people like me!
I wonder of people who like me.
Is it me!?
Categories:
tansy, adventure, art, flower, guitar,
Form:
Free verse
Tansy Roekaerts
12:35 AM (12 hours ago)
Mirage
With eyes as parched as the desert I travel,
I thirst for my loss, yet do not unravel.
The sun it scorches with merciless rays,
Though heart not skin it brutally flays.
My life before me: a vast expanse,
Empty and scorched infernal sands.
Traveller dropped in foreign terrain,
Totally wrecked, blindsided by pain.
‘Not all is lost’, swears false apostle,
So now I believe, for relief so colossal
Gleams right ahead in sparkling silver,
Joy so intense, my tears form a river:
Our faces awash, in joy so sublime,
I feel such hope, imagining what's mine
Returning to me. That long cool sip
Shimmers ahead, into relief I'll dip
A desire so great. I count the days,
Striving to reach that scintillating haze,
So full of promise, till deceived I fall -
Nature lies too. Still their names I call.
Categories:
tansy, absence, analogy, children, depression,
Form:
Rhyme
She came upon me in a dream deep down from within my destination
Which coursed the mind and soul of years for my memories' inspiration
The path was crowded with bouncing hooves and wagons decorated
With fantasies ornaments adoration painted with merriment unabated
Echoes' subconscious sound of wild horses drawing cart wheels' canter
A symphony's reminder of nectar's flow from a coloured glass decanter
Bewildered I reminisced on sentiments nostalgia and what lies ahead
Fanfares of homeliness adventure passion to pounding of a drumhead
Heated stallions ran wild with mares and took my innate flight of fancy
Less trodden though in modern times a covert path offered me fragrant tansy
Potions of wild garlic lavender and bouquets of aromatic blue sage scent
I grabbed the message by the horns and galloped to my heart's content
One face stood out and reached my fired feelings as I took off one blinker
A nomad girl dressed in rags whistles bells whom you might call a tinker
Olive skin and amber eyes beyond all reason teasing all sensual needs
Her hair like forests full of tangles I must touch her locks lest she proceeds
Around her neck dangled an amulet crafted from ivory and ancient oak
Grant me a whiff of freedom give me one chance to embrace and stroke
The skin's wilderness and passion which may save me from my strife
A single breath or little smooch from cherry lips to give me the kiss of life
She shone as bright as ruby petals and took her path along the lane
Of elderberry flower and hawthorn hedges which made me go insane
Her chest adorned with orange curves she wore a crown of quince
She's been imprinted on my summer screen for more and ever since
And still the magic rings hooked on her ears of nectarine shaped silver
Stir the image when I hear a voice singing the praise and beauty of her
A scintillating Roma bride sculpted from nature of the purest sense
Prophesy omen oracle and metaphor in one quite magically intense
When sunshine arises red and purple with violins and tambourine
I pinch the moon in thanks for right next to me slumbers my Fairy Queen
Once upon a time I handed her a golden peach an oath and sacred bond
She calls herself a gypsy and kindly waves to me with her magic wand
11th April 2020
Categories:
tansy, dream,
Form:
Rhyme
Hawthorn leaves,butter and cheese
Kiss-me-quick,tansy salad
Butter and eggs of toad flax,
Crab apple jelly
with rose hips and sloes-
Cider-cup
Flows !
Categories:
tansy, food, history
Form:
Epulaeryu
The adorable girl admired the pansy,
In the world of tansy.
As the snow vanish,
pansy didn't perish!
Far away in the jungle,
with the live fungal.
The girl in order to get the pansy,
Crossed the franzi!
The princess owned the pansy,
In order to impress their fiancee!!
The kingsmen were ordered,
the pansy was guarded.
The girl tried to get the pansy,
Was thrown into the dead sea...
Categories:
tansy, student,
Form:
Rhyme
Blossom of baby's breath,soft white gorse,crusted yellow, weeping willow rush patterned lace pastures a pastel green.Buttercup,daisy&comely cowslip mingle
&mix in fellowship swaying pelts of grass with purple vetch & ribwortplantain, clover in English rain.Scabious,burnets buttefliesand bees hawthorn and scented woodruff.Briar brambles sprawl,in dogrose so tall above harts-tongue The thinking eye,the abstract made visible a spatial convergence ,now liberated.
Imaginary ,incomplete feelings,beacons of vivacity,profound and positive.Intense inner sounds,a polyphony,the poet's soul,unfazed&free.Seabank with scattered seaweed & feathery fennel in aniseed;Alexander’s leaves so green this tender cusine.Welcome wholesome fat hen,vibrant shoots the vimen in Lamb’s lettuce in Jack-in-the-hedge in wild radish,cress&chive,where majoram &sweet cicely thrive.Seabeet,and chard also survive.Wild parsnip the confectioner,tansy to savour.Stinging nettles so green,peppermint oil pick-me-up, in coltsfoot syrup cup.
Categories:
tansy, nature, word play,
Form:
Prose Poetry
At pasture's edge
the last Tansy*
sheds it's blossoms
Common tansy is also known as golden buttons and garden tansy. Common tansy was introduced from Europe into colonial North America in the 1600s as an ornamental plant and for medicinal uses. Ironically, common tansy contains alkaloids that are toxic to humans and livestock if consumed in large quantities. ~ravallirepublic.com
Categories:
tansy, nature,
Form:
Haiku
My cathartic heart
threw away the finished leaves of bitter autumn's burning
I brewed myself a loving cup, made sweeter by my learning
tansy, bay with chamomile, bright meadow flowers to sip
tastes better far than poison to be found upon your lip
Categories:
tansy, betrayal, lost love,
Form:
Free verse