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Beloved Blooms
I awoke to a garden of flowers,
A bouquet of words that blooms from within.
Expressions conceived, grown by spring showers,
A dream or a quest that yearns to begin.
As warm sunlight opens petals, I find
Words from a sonnet lead to desire.
Enchanted romance enlightens the mind
Growing a garden to bloom and inspire.
Colors of brilliance, and in every hue
Guide my muse in your scented direction.
Don't guild the Lily, as I adore YOU.
Your pleasant bloom is my sweet perfection.
Each poet blooms with their own unique flair
Within their bouquet of blossoms they bare.
5-23-21
~Poem of the Day May 25, 2021~ Thank you Team Poetry Soup.
The Most Beautiful Flowers You've Seen Blossoming
This Spring So Far Poetry Contest ~3rd place~
Sponsor: M.L. Kiser
ALL YOURS (Jun 12) Poetry Contest~1st Place~
Sponsor Brian Strand
My thanks to the websites for the images:
http://i1.wp.com/www.calinignat.ro/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/a-heart-made-of-words.jpg?w=480
https://images.tulipworld.com/mmTW/Images/450X450/28126.jpg
Categories:
uploads, beautiful, flower, garden, poetry,
Form:
Sonnet
The Body Electric
Oh those lovely vibrant auric hues
emanating energy from the etheric body,
from the power of the spinning wheels,
each chakra our passionate souls relay
through unseen radiant colors
vibrating at higher frequencies than
our eyes can detect in an aura of
colored lights that shares our emotions,
our thoughts, spiritual, and physical wellbeing.
Each color transponds to our body's
seven chakras of red from the root,
orange from the sacral, yellow from the navel,
green from our heart chakra, blue from our throat,
and indigo from our third eye, lastly purple/white
from our crown chakra a special camera can capture.
Our visual, audial and tactile sensations
transform our aura colors instantly.
Peaceful and melodic music will convert
colors to a calming blue hue. Upbeat music
will transform to hues of red and yellows.
Love vibrates in orange and reds or deep pink.
If you want a rainbow of colors to gift you with
total balance view a peaceful scene,
watch a good movie, read inspiring poetry,
listen to beautiful tunes, or take some time
to meditate, become serene...
and your aura will reflect a
kaleidoscope of colors.
We are the masters of our moods,
the creators of our colors.
1-18-20
Not for the Contest...I goofed with more than 25 lines.
My thanks to this website for the aura picture:
https://hqhealing.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/aura.jpg
Categories:
uploads, character, color, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
Aloha Spirit
Sol, with his golden crown, greets me each morning
within divine rays extending out over emerald hills
and valleys that absorb his warmth of abiding light.
View misty alabaster clouds turn from twilight's purple
into softest rose just before golden regal rays emerge
calling forth fowl to take flight into spacious azure skies
winging their way from tree to pole to wherever their
heart’s desire on their quest for food for fledglings with
hungry mouths agape, loudly peeping in their nests.
The sea coruscates in shades of jade illuminations
luring early risers with surfboards to ride the surf.
Share the scents of floral fair that lingers in the tropic air
carried by the trade winds whimsy, enthralling all.
Not a poem to 86 but one of lucky number 7 doubled 77!
Kahunas sing sacred chants with drums that echo still.
6/20/20
Poem name: Island Spirit
Views: 8677
Poetry form: Rhyme
Date of Publication: 01/17/2015
Views For Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Funom Makama
*Kahuna (c. 1890) Kahuna is a Hawaiian word, defined as a respected person who has moral authority in society; a "priest, healer, sorcerer, magician, wizard, minister, expert in any profession (whether male or female) Shaman.
*86: We’ve all heard someone used the term 86 in reference to doing away with something. There are a few schools of thought behind where the saying came from. Some have more legs than others—such as those of the restaurant industry—but to this day, there is still no official etymology.
*The number 7: Throughout the ages the number 7 has defied the law of averages and confounded mathematicians. For many of the powerful and wealthy, the number 7 is a symbol of luck and good fortune. Carry the Lucky 7 with you and experience: A dramatic turnaround of events in your favor. Increased Lucky Streaks.
My thanks to the following links for these pictures:
https://www.journeyera.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/featuredpost-08183-1005x635.jpg
http://imagesofoldhawaii.com/wp-content/uploads/Kahuna-Physician-HerbKane-400.jpg
Categories:
uploads, bird, nature, sea, sky,
Form:
Free verse
No Poem Is Lovely As A Tree
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.*
Each season's trees, a rare delight.
A stalwart friend both day and night.
Our home is built from strongest oak.
Our hearth billows with small branch smoke,
Warmth in winter by fire light.
A stalwart friend both day and night.
A Cherry waved with branch to me
While dancing in the breeze so free.
As blossoms in the spring took flight.
A stalwart friend both day and night.
The Banyon in the summer sun
That sheltered safe the sacred one,
It's limbs of shade a welcome sight.
A stalwart friend both day and night.
The maple I have saved for last,
It's autumn hues where my eyes cast
Reveals breathtaking beauty bright.
Of stalwart friend both day and night.
2-7-20
*I think that I shall never see/A poem lovely as a tree - Joyce Kilmer
My thanks to the following site for the picture:
https://kinnucan.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/home-page-trees-new.png
Categories:
uploads, beautiful, color, seasons, tree,
Form:
Kyrielle
"Seeded"
planted in the mind, another way of being
outside spectrum, the act of forgiveness
the lore of love, united with the Seven Sisters
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"The Pleiadean Frequency"
https://youtu.be/5FHMTeyPlbo
“Suddenly they all fell off the edge into the sky, where they all turned into stars."
“One day, as they danced, they found themselves rising little by little into the air, their heads being light through hunger. How this happened they did not know, but one said, “Do not look back, for something strange is taking place”. A woman, too, saw them rise and called them back, but with no effect, for they still rose slowly above the earth. She ran to the camp, and all rushed out with food of every kind, but the children would not return, though their parents called piteously after them. But one would even look back, and he became a falling star. The others reached the sky, and are now what we call the Pleiades, and the Onondagas Oot-kwa-tah. Every falling or shooting star recalls the story, but the seven stars shine on continuously, a pretty band of dancing children.”
Pleiades
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pleiades
What is a Starseed?
https://typicallytopical.com/what-is-a-starseed/
Starseed, Pleiadian
https://typicallytopical.com/pleiadian-starseed/
Starseed, Types
https://typicallytopical.com/starseed-types/
Legends of the Star People
https://montanapioneer.com/legends-of-the-star-people/
Concept of Soul among North American Indians
https://www.se.edu/international-student/wp-content/uploads/sites/85/2019/09/NAS-2011-Proceedings-Danchevskaya.pdf
Onondaga Creation Story
https://www.aaanativearts.com/onondaga-creation-story
Origin of the Pleiades/Onondaga
https://www.firstpeople.us/FP-Html-Legends/OriginofthePleiades-Onondaga.html
North American Indian/Creation Legends
https://www.aaanativearts.com/legends-symbols/creation-legends
https://www.aaanativearts.com/legends-symbols
Categories:
uploads, children, creation, forgiveness, future,
Form:
Free verse
Sunflowers turn slowly
to follow the sun.
They bow their heavy heads
when afternoon’s done.
What a golden vision
they share row after row
With deep amber faces,
their tiny seeds all aglow.
The summer breezes blowing
o’er the fields with warm air
Shares pride in a country
with its beauty so fair.
I smile in contentment
as I l leave old Italy
With a sea of them waving
good-bye to me.
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Italian translation:
Fiori della Toscana
Solefiori ruotare lentamente
a seguire il sole.
Si inchinano le loro teste pesanti
Quando ha fatto pomeriggio.
Che una visione d'oro
essi condividono la riga dopo riga
Con facce profondo ambrati,
Loro piccoli semi tutto raggiante.
La brezza estiva che soffia
sopra i campi con aria calda
Orgoglio di azioni in un paese
con la sua bellezza così fiera.
Sorrido in contentezza
come ho l lasciare la vecchia Italia
Con un mare di loro sventolando
good-bye a me.
Note: This translation is as close to my original poem as possible.
Click on the link to see a picture of sunflowers:
http://hd.lubpedia.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/Sunflowers-Wallpapers-4.jpg
Categories:
uploads, flower, nature, places, summer,
Form:
Rhyme
Our
India -
An abode
Of rich culture
and tradition.
Shaped by our ancestors -
the moulds of our past
Inspired by Freedom Fighters
martyred wishing for a free Nation
Led by leaders initiating missions to change the world,
India is progressing.. Reaching out towards her goal
Of being the country
she was always meant to be -
A haven of
Harmony and
Peace.
*
Jai
Hind
Written by Sneha RV
Posted on 23/10/2015
For Broken Wings's 'Creative Layouts' Contest
Form used - Shape
The shape of the map of India:
http://www.universallanguagessolution.com/uploads/2/8/6/2/28626567/514811_orig.jpg?1401503482
'Jai Hind' is a salutation, slogan and battle cry most commonly used in India in speeches and communications referring to patriotism towards India (Also known as Hind). It translates to "Hail India"/"Victory to India" or "Long live India".
Categories:
uploads, patriotic, peace, pride,
Form:
Shape
“Shades of Blue, Daily Devotions”
shades of blue
safe harbour
waves lap across
our hearts
we leave the safety
of comfort
out into the
unexplored,
Life, how far
can we go,
minds lift
anchors
shades of blue
deep waters
wash over
those treading
water
walking across
the backs of
sympathetique
sharks
hungry for the
gentle wisdom
of whales
in their hearts
blue sky Jonas
in their eyes
shades of blue
safe harbour
waves lap across
our hearts we
leave the safety
of comfort
out into the
unexplored,
Life, how far
can we go,
minds lift
anchors
in us, an
Ocean,
the colours -
Sky’s
reflection,
storms and tides
forever constant
changing inside us
thunder in our hearts and minds
lightning fire, rain and sunshine
steering small drops
in such a large Ocean
safe harbour
waves lap across
our hearts we
leave the safety
of comfort
out into the
unexplored,
Life,
how far
can we go,
minds lift
anchors
destiny is
unfurling its billowing
daily devotions
steering us there
the Fates, reel us in
we chart the bright morning star
angels or albatross
destiny is
unfurling its billowing
daily devotions
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Maiden Voyage with Jan Blomqvist 2021
https://youtu.be/gDaaJUt_N2Y
Jonas
Sailors' superstitions -
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sailors%27_superstitions
albatross
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albatross_(metaphor)
"The Rime of the Ancient Mariner"/ Samuel Taylor Coleridge
https://resources.saylor.org/wwwresources/archived/site/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/ENGL404-Coleridge-The-Rime-of-the-Ancient-Mariner.pdf
Categories:
uploads, muse,
Form:
Free verse
“Penned”
what happens
when it comes to this
another woman
takes your child
as her own
and red becomes
the bloody murder
penned in a pig stye,
left field left
the apple of her eye
green,
as iceberg
lettuce lies laced
salad days waisted
shredded through windows,
cold
thunderstorms
in the heart betrayed
rigour resigns against pain
the revenant
never left
resonance resides
on repeat morse
tear-streaked
reigning
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“I Hold You” / Clann
https://youtu.be/uNGmyQ8UbZ8
CLANN — KIN FABLES [Full Album]
https://youtu.be/q2r9smjuA2Q
CLANN — Seelie [Full Album]
https://youtu.be/jn6UB-jLblM
LYRICS/ "I Hold You", Clann
https://genius.com/Clann-i-hold-you-lyrics
"The Handmaid's Tale", Margaret Atwood (EBOOK)
(PDF download, link)
https://onuploads.com/yd52bar3w8cl/The-Handmaid%E2%80%99s-Tale.pdf.html
"The Handmaid's Tale", Margaret Atwood (Seasons 1-5)
https://movies2watch.is/watch-tv/watch-the-handmaids-tale-hd-39270.4912660
1. maternal alienation
2. surrogacy
3. Penned
https://dictionary.cambridge.org/dictionary/english/penned
wasted.
waisted.
https://digital.library.adelaide.edu.au/dspace/bitstream/2440/110550/2/02whole.pdf
https://cwasu.org/wp-content/uploads/2016/07/Working-with-Maternal-Alienation.Practitioner_Resource2.pdf
Categories:
uploads, muse,
Form:
Free verse
Photo uploads of my photos, copying to poems are blurry, seemingly due to my tablet.
Last night I saw the strawberry moon
The last super moon of the year, this June
I just wanted to dance,
under the strawberry moon
Before it disappears, oh so very soon
I just wanted to dance,
under the strawberry moon
I'm still walking around
singing a night tune
Oh, sweet strawberry moon
step by step leads our way
Into the night we sway,
Oh, sweet strawberry moon
Heidi Sands
6/21/21
Categories:
uploads, dance, moon,
Form:
Free verse
We all find ways
to cherish a moment,
the ones we wish
would last forever.
Some of us
snap photos.
A camera in our faces
every chance we can.
'For the memories'
some will say,
as they lay out albums,
photo string lights,
and frames
that line
every inch of wall,
and table
until it's a museum
in your house.
Others will write
as the words
come to them.
Notebooks,
diaries,
a pen and paper.
Words fill the page,
a record of the memories
that once were forgotten;
that others can't recall.
People will record
their voices
that tell the stories
like verbal diary entries.
Their words take them back
to a moment they forgot,
and tears find their face
as their heart aches
in fondness.
Videos will be taken
for everything you do;
birthdays, parties,
outings, and clubs.
You'll find the times
you laughed so hard
or tripped over your own feet.
The moment you met
someone who changed
your entire life.
Put it altogether,
and you find a documentary
capturing the moments
you wanted to hold on to.
A collection
of drawings
in their files
and sketchbooks.
Every person they've met,
all the ones that have left.
Moments that meant
the world to them.
Small, kind actions
they never expected.
Whatever made
their chest feel warm.
That person that posts
every photo they take;
every video,
and view,
and person they've met.
Quotes and books and music
given to them
by others.
The one that uploads
something every day
is actually creating
their online memory book.
We often wonder
what is the best way
to keep a moment
we don't want to end.
Times our hearts
were fond
and our smiles so wide
as happiness consumed us,
or little things
that meant nothing to them
and everything to us.
How do we keep
that moment
forever?
We capture it
however the moment allows.
In pictures,
writing, recording,
drawing,
and posting.
We capture the moment
so that it will live on
for as long as we want.
However it's done,
the moment is now
forever alive
in us
and anyone
we choose to share it with.
Categories:
uploads, emotions, feelings, humanity, life,
Form:
Free verse
"One Bad Apple"
Soft cool-aid breezed in
wielding her sharp peeler
skinning the first apple
Boss girl
begins.
Stewed apples
slowly eaten
swallowed, taken in
One way out.
Boss girl
begins.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
gvlm
"Raise Hell", Dorothy
https://youtu.be/cfKPobjPZSE
“She does not want the world
to tell her how to live her life.
She does not want the world
to put her into a category.
She will smile even when
not all is good with her.
She will believe
what should not be.
And she will dream wild!
She is a bird.
She just wants to fly
in the wide blue sky!”
Avijeet Das
“I am a strong girl
Someday I will win the world
Yes I will smile in the wrong time
I won't do what has to be done
Or what the world
supposes me to have done
I will just do what I want
Drop out from crowd
Pretend to fall where I don't
Smile even when not all is good
Believe what should not be
Dream wild
Look observe and not harm
Coz I just live
Let me live
Don't put me in a category
or a class
I am as light
as a glass
This world
this beautiful world
Oh how complex
has it been made by us
Just look at the bird
soaring in the blue sky
Does it even care
Does it even care?”
Suyasha Subedi
"My muse is my daughter
My strength is hers
My muse is my mother
Her strength is mine
My muse are my sisters
My strength is theirs
My muse is my soul
Our strength is eternal"
"I roared, I rampaged and I got bloody satisfaction".
Kill Bill
Excerpt, Script, Kill Bill 2
https://www.ivanachubbuck.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/Kill-Bill-2-Bill-Bride.pdf
artist/artwork: Rose Freymuth-Frazier
"One Bad Apple".
https://www.freymuth-frazier.com/
Categories:
uploads, freedom, muse, strength,
Form:
Free verse
PHANTOM ROY
The Roy moves out
its an hour past mid nite
moves into the street
Phantom moving through the near empty streets
not much going on at this late empty nite hour
not a word uttered to the motor cyclist
the motor transport cyclist are strategically placed
waiting for their late night customer from i don know...
Phantom slides past them and moves up the street
purposefully as if on an assignment of great importance
sights patrol car which slows down on seeing phantom
the armed officers make a u turn mid street and go back
go back to where coppers emerge daily from
phantom movers further up the empty streets
another cyclist gang strategically positioned
gang disturbs his night peace.. where to bro..
phantom shaking his head not a word uttered
phantom entering an unlit street.. not a look back
phantom eying an approaching saloon car
which has just one right eye light...
saloon slows down driver saying something...
saloon driver reversing going back to wherever
saloon drivers come from in the hour past mid-nite
phantom proceeding further into a randomly...
randomly lit street.. its obvious hes now circumnavigating
the entire residential estate.... the phantom takes out
a camera phone and take a photo of his shadow...
which appears from the lighting by the overhead random
lighting.. phantom accessing a social network application
he uploads the photo under his real profile name on the site
he names it night of the silver sentinel
phantom moves back home and closes
his door behind him escapade over..
Its finally over.. such was the nite
of the Roy became the silver sentinel..
The wierd phantom ROY.. Strange Roy
Lewis k Nyaga
20/11/2014
Categories:
uploads, adventure, allusion, character,
Form:
Narrative
Combing hair in front of mirror,
a countenance is explored in nuance.
"You are beautiful",...the whisper lingers,
An intent gaze, inhaled and endeared.
They say,.. I look like Marilyn, the celebrity diva,
the name lights fireworks, exciting elixir.
Compared for looks with a gorgeous star,
Oooh..the name then means a world to her.
The name weaves a vivacious bond,
A travesty of stardom boggles her mind.
Bombinating joys...flirting eyes of beholder
Breezing confidence in her life, an enticing name
permeates fragrance, a conjecture she believes.
Zooming selfies on Facebook uploads,..
likes counted, she fosters passion for that name.
The crimson name flatters glittering self-love,
as her soaring spirit reaches a starry heaven above.
Yes, mannequins yearn for assurance to survive
There's lot in a name,...
Perhaps Shakespeare was naive!!
14th March 2019
Submitted to Kim Rodrigue's What's in a name contest
Categories:
uploads, beautiful, celebrity, happy,
Form:
Free verse
I didn't want to attend that damned bullfight, but my girlfriends finally persuaded
me, seeing as though I had grown weary of the lone traveler routine, continually
taking the path of opposition.
So, at three pm, I found myself walking into that sandy arena on that deceivingly
sunny day.
I spotted the bull, so beautiful he was, and gazed into those big, brown eyes; for
a moment, just a moment, he appeared to stare back at me.
The matador was as smooth as his red and black velvet jacket, elegant as his
black bow tie, and for a moment, just a moment, I was infatuated by his dark skin
and straight white teeth, especially when he smiled and kissed me softly on my
tiny hand.
Many people, mostly visitors from other lands, applauded him, praised him for
his bravery as he taunted the bull with his fiery, red cloak.
But then, how was this animal to understand his fate?
Perhaps his instincts informed him that he was trapped, that forcibly, he was
compelled to defend himself. Perhaps.
And he did.
Brutally beaten, I observed as he lay defenseless, body consumed by sand,
sides heaving while the matador proudly raised his hand to accommodate the
vigorous spectators; my friends cheered along with the crowd.
I cried.
Note: La Fiesta Brava is Spanish for "the brave festival."
Categories:
uploads, animals, death, life, loss,
Form:
Free verse