Best Topiary Poems
From upon a ladder’s high ledges
It’s time to trim up the edges
Each critical slice
Makes topiary nice
And forms the most pleasing hedges
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Whisking flakes fluttering as the icicles start to melt
I'll never forget how the accumulation of snow felt
Natural cool air underneath the wearing of gloves
Time for gramma's hot chololate that I've always loved
Equator shifts and brings forth a winter solstice
Roses are almost here and so are my blooming hostas
Set my clock ahead as we all lose an hour of sleep
Picturesque and perfect bouncing into Spring with a leap
Radiant sun peaks through and shines for more hours
Inches of rain showers nourishing my precious flowers
Navy beans, chives and tomatoes grow with fascination
Green peas and peppers growing within my vegetation
From snowmen to butterflies, two mysteries of the natured mother,
and icicles melting into fresh topiary creating a masterpiece,
with day lilies, tulips and daffodils in my garden covered,
I let them grow, then cut them fresh making a splendid centerpiece.
icicles melting
sprinkles of April showers
gorgeous scenery
~Date Written : March 26, 2016~
"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces"
John Ruskin, 1853
We strolled through the formal gardens,
hand in hand, warm in the rare March heat,
taking in the sights, sounds and smells:
flowing fountains full of fish,
twisted and entwined topiary trees,
showy flowers with such heady scents,
Grecian statues and urns.
Ignoring the crowds, I turned to you
and kissed your smiling lips.
Our kisses growing more
and more passionate,
I suddenly remembered we were in public.
An old woman was scowling
as I stroked your long dark hair.
We held on to one another
and I told you I loved you.
Alas, our love didn’t last,
but those memories are still precious.
Sometimes, I revisit the gardens in my mind
and kiss your smiling lips again.
Jack Horne, 23rd June,
written for Constance’s All The Little Pieces
~The Magic of The Trees~
( A Topiary Concrete or Shaped Tree :)
The
Trees may grow
Luscious and so very
Tall they can be sometimes
So small and some can be very
Strong, they gives us their shade
They give us so much to use
So many products needed like
Paper, fruits, and books, and all.
The nice furniture we need around
For everything we use each
Day.Trees can give us wonderful
And delicious fruits to have
In our kitchen and table to eat
Trees can be so full and thick
And strong, but sometimes
They grow weak and go bared
It depends on the season that
We might be in, trees grow and
Change from spring to summer
Then to autumn and winter again
Trees follow all the seasons
So many are so very old
But so many get destroyed
By the passing of time
Or by natural disasters
Others by men's stupidity
Which it is all so sad
But in my eyes they
Are all so beautiful
Their magic never
Will fade or stop
I love trees
No matter what
Gowned in
Majesty
Or just
When bared
Old or new
The
Trees may grow
Luscious and so very tall.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
December.11.2015
I have a dream of.....
Meandering paths and water lillies
Topiary hedges and mazes of green
Splashes of color across the lawn
Succulent fruits all for the picking
Bleeding hearts, buttercups
Elephant ears, paperwhites
Canna, easter, and daylillies
Caladiums and flowering grasses
Perfect meter, perfect rhyme
Balanced into beautiful blossoms
Ressurection of perrenials
Springtime treasures and autumns follies
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Four seasons create an earthly bond
Outside weather transforms beyond
Under the ground rises perfect lily buds
Rain sprinkles while purple tulips flood
Summer arrives with the boiling sun
Evening fireworks for laughter and fun
Autumn prevails wearing orange and red
Savoring bonfires before the kids go to bed
On top of the roof with Santa and his sleigh
Nutcrackers and a snowman during winter days
Seasons wrapped together in four different ways
Fresh after the snow seedlings turn into entwined roots,
green topiary with gentle hues painted with shades.
Then the dog days of summer where bumblebee’s buzz,
with swimming pools and hot sunshine Mother Nature made.
The equinox compels the night time with a low harvest moon,
leaflets of blades falling like rain with piles for kids to jump.
Snowmen and hot cocoa are necessary to keep us all warm,
while the jolly ol’ St. Nick gets stuck cuz’ he’s too plump.
~Four seasons create an earthly bond~
Date Written: April 7, 2016
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Season that grows from delicate Mother Nature
Preservation of green lands for the legal wager
Rejuvenated roots from tulips and white daisies
Invigorated blossoms delicately entwined and lacy
Nourishing sprinkles of mist for topiary growth
Glorious love and laughter with loyalty and troth
Somewhere after the snow but before the hot sun, came delicate tulips starving for a slight sprinkle. Intertwined roots forming families of lilies and the rose bushes start to climb the trellis. Baby bunnies nesting in between the leaves of a hostas, squeaking for mumma to bring them left over vegetable plants.
Spring is my favorite season. It is the time of year I vowed to love my sweet. We had no alter, nor did we have our families. It was just me and my love with my sister and brother as witnesses. My bouquet was made from natural flowers freshly picked in the field. We shared I-do's and gave a gentle kiss underneath the gazebo in the park down the street. We decided to plan a picnic as opposed to an unnecessary reception. We had a big wicker basket full of fruit and champagne for our first toast. We shared a simple yet meaningful day. All that mattered was that we were together, now and forever, as man and wife.
favorite season
vowed to marry my true love
blossoms of bunnies
Date Written: March 14, 2016
OKAY? WHAT FIEND STOLE THY BODY ELECTRIC!?
thine distorted reflection rippled
within rain maker's pool upon a midnight clear
full moonlight flooded shallow abyss,
cleaved fractal structures of silence
reverberating deathly hallow from 'ere
to infinity, whence magic wand
whipped out from whereabouts unknown
wove enchanting spell atop me shades
at more'n fifty gray hair
to fore, awakened from drunken stupor,
whence sober self
saw repulsive trouper fluid dynamic image jeer
at pot bellied, dead panned,
and ad libbed the mere
ore image lam bent, mutilated spindled
various aspects of myself a paired
which, aghast at such creepy distortion i didst rear
like a bucking bronco unclear
how this horrid, jagged, limned paragon did wear
a grotesque from heart of darkness – maybe Zaire
or Zulu-land, this soaked silhouette half bare
from the waist to head showed unmanly
sagging overly engorged breasts
plus right and left elephant sized ear
egad, THAT CANNOT BE ME,
yet upon performing self exam a glare
ring outburst ensued,
cuz thy once bronzed handsome physique
grist for a Joker to jeer
and fodder made for television series created,
directed, and executed by Norman Lear
which role might be temporary for Halloween, but near
lee every SINGLE day and night,
thy aged dusk fraught hominid jerked,
leaped, pooh poohed I ham ill prepared
to accept, roistering, rollicking,
rueing this Frankenstein scarred
complex deplorable edifice able,
ready, and willing to be tarred
rather than evince flabbiness,
gruesome homeliness, instance
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when no objection would arise
to live out the remaining days of this life
as the world wide web turns, spins, rattles...
and voluntarily sign myself into a stew ward
with (at minimum ), a ghoulish, gnarly,
gummy self activated door
leading to a privet hedge row trimmed
topiary resplendent yard
cuz every cotton pickin, friggin,
fingerhut lickin portal iz barred
dated Friday the thirteenth with **** face on that card!
Non descript hedge rows sculpted into ornamental animal
via botanical artist wielding pruning shears and chain saw
carved, limned and sculpted with wrist wrought voila uber
prestidigitatiously head turning botanical picturesque Sun
kist animals at an exhibition transformed miraculously via
Te Deum divine fist bumping, whence realistic fauna burst
alive with an explosion of colorful twist and shout of foliage,
where scalloped superfluous detritus manna for naturalist
deciduous detritus capacious carpet boar animation punk
chew waiting groundswell Liszt ghost would arise from the
grave to produce magnum opus without a beat missed such
shrubbery mimicking the likeness sans glistening fleshy sin
yew, and gist about ready to become bone a fide (green be
hind the ears) thriving vox populist, per species and genus
wrought thrashing into birth as delicate craftsman promised
to imbue life, liberty and pursuit of happiness whittling away
leavings, thus did exist the nascent then omnipresent visible
entity emerging from cocoon an herbalist metamorphosed
from the imagination of a skilled, practiced and mentalist
conniver viz extracting the initially obscure blessed beast,
where with august magic wielding tools of this specialty vis
a vis bringing breathing manifest destiny ala Pinocchio (trans
formed from wood to flesh), whereby finest dexterous
chiseling blistering hands baffle onlookers as coterie of
topiary harvest breaths mind bogglingly astoundingly
authentic rooted ready to frolic in the grass menagerie
a gamesome group of linkedin live progeny, the Michel
Angelo of dirtiest canvass, an earthen tabula rasa of sorts
where application threshing re: electric cool laid ahs hid
test brings out chlorophyll doppelganger green hued key luster.
What a large pineapple laughing in a row. Heads and toes. Arms and legs. In suits. Laughing cheering. Pompousness' of an elite bunch of abusers. It is unwise and unhelpful to cause a stale tail on a cosmic cat. Acclimatize then to an attunement of alteration from a mobile mustard pot. People playing peapods pleasingly. And a glass of water sings a well known hymn. And a very fat cup in a dress dances. Jiving jiggling motions. In bowl like hairstyles. Wig not a wave. And play bingo in a tent. Measured a light bulb then? Good good good. And looking into radiation for radiance is just not going to work. Ok. Typification of topiary is prevalent in mansions weighing over 100,000,000 kilos. But kilowatts can be utilised to calm waves of magnitude. Thus eradicating spores of selfish genealogy. Privatization public pubic punishment pranged. Prancing . House of a digital dog download. Circulating medium capital. Creating characterisation. Colonics coming and going to see more of the world of goo dolls and other countries and a half day on a bus. Perhaps it is a great magnet of bean. Undergrowth uniquely underwent underwater unseen understanding undergrowth uniquely. Battalion. Extraordinarily zzz ten hash browns on a bike ride. Denominational. X z
In the catalogue of my heart’s library
A word I scribe, magical and unitary
In the garden of my emotional culinary
I plant , I nurture, I prune a topiary
In the bouquet of my life’s choicest flowers
One adorable,I place above all the towers
In the album of my sweetest memories
One ‘s too dear to me than the treasuries
In the atlas of maps of my mind
A solo destination fruitful I find
In the orchestra of my life’s tunes
An enchanting melody to me allures
In the fleet of ships with my decisions ‘cargo
One to me is fair and free from embargo
In the chandelier of my life’s surprises
One thrilling to me hypnotizes
In the pool of my dreams and desires
One realized, lit up the bonfires
In the blend of the aroma that mystifies
One fragrance stands out with poise
In the box of life’s tempting chocolates
One trust-worthy tastes and melts with grace
In the cemetery, when life ends,I am laid to rest
I wish, I pray that its me first and you be next!
©Copyright Anulaxmi Nayak, 2016
In a green skirt wave to tables, in a yellow skirt wave to chairs, but in a white shirt sit in bookshelves humming away and swinging legs and arms to the beat transcribed by tomes, biographies, encyclopedias, dictionaries and thesauruses. A smartbook is not a smart book as it cant cook and therefore complaints should be made to the appropriate recipe page. A real page turner is not a yearner nor a learner for urns carried before steak in a fire is the epitome of a musket in a dazed glazed gin soup. So pass through the sheets, unravel the pjamas and stare out of the window. It is wise to count the clouds today. They are playing hide and seek with the rain, sleet, and snow. Always in a morning dew a frog can be seen dressed in fine attire sipping a curdled brandy from a seventeenth century cradle cup. And now it is time to go to cavern leap. It us amazing fun. In any clothes it can be done. Even in mis matching garments. Gaudy blessings hop hop hop. But no shop. For all is made from what is in front. Surprising how the inner formations of a house survive really. For missing a brick or two. Or a patch gouged out of a rug. That will surely be selling for lots of money at a craft fair if displayed as an item of esoteric mystery. Clap then. No no no not that loud. For you may disturb the sugar lumps sitting in the tree. They are the tree dwellers and deserve much peace and solitude too. A breeze bring a baton to the bayonet bank. And all is bought to bring bums and bombs. Shelter not a small shrinkable rat. And take no travelling topiary tree to a tropical themed disco. For discovery of emblems is often quite condensed in a triple harmony of a woodland dress. So go throw a spoon at a dart board then. Hahaha now whisk that chocolate pudding to a puffed out passing pastry. Hahaha now eat. Xxxxx carborundum Z. That was the latest from the p y q who was reporting from many tunnels. Z
This is the third
time
I've planted
climbing roses
The first two failed
to fulfill
my romantic fantasy
of
efflorescent roses
flaunting their
naughty
frilly pink bodice
and hooped skirts
draped in loops
like gingerbread
scroll-work
or fleur-de-lis
gamboling,
sauntering
across the white
French trellis
I guess I'm really a
fairy trapped
inside this 5' 8"
terrestrial body
I love how the
amethyst
moon-flowers
with the pentagram
tattooed on their
belly button petals
cast a magic spell
over the garden
And the night
blooming jasmine's
enchanting fragrance
wakens the
dreaming gardenia
and makes everybody
including our blue
eyed ragdoll kitten
a wee bit tipsy
I curl up on my
midnight Jhoola
topiary shadows
crouch
like royal sphinxes
in the starlit
courtyard
and reflecting pools
of water
from summer rains
swirl open their
third eyes
~portals to another
world~
she planted seeds
pulled weeds
grew trees
and was into topiary;
then something grew inside her,
a weed that would not be pulled
the grass grew thick
and everywhere
the crabs thrived
the orchids flourished
and as she was going
the greater they grew
one day she stepped out there
and wilted in the shade
of a giant green flamingo
sometimes i think of her
when it’s hot
pouring pink lemonade.
Slow Down
Recycled daily rotations
in and out we rush
so many aspects mapped out
break free
slow down
enjoy nature
it’s God given
adore a big ole sun
sedentary-ly
threshold-ed on a horizon
Enjoy a bony tree branch
Vogue-ing in the wind
Cry through
A Piano-ed Cannon D
Sway hips to a calypso beat
Rotate lips around honeysuckle
Munch a fruit
Plucked straight from topiary
Enjoy a cleavage-ed sky
Stocked with clouds fully fluffed
Gawk upward at stars burning
Aflame in a black beauty-ied dome
walk naked in some rain
Let it finger your Cumming sensibility
Play with your kids,
and be more silly and ridiculous than them
We rush to and from
missing a plethora of beauty
Acquire some excitement
jemmed is life
as we brand our foot-prints
transversely on life’s dewy grass
Enjoy the ride…….