Best Vervain Poems
In moments of despondent spirits I turn to you,
the resplendent paradise of secret dreams anew.
The opalescent orchard orchestrates tender hopes,
like cuddling chrysanthemum my fading fear elopes.
Bursting bubbles of beguile blossoms sprinkle love,
frivolous faith nurtures nascent nest of white dove.
I find solace in sumptuous serenades through storms,
in symphony of mellowed streams, my anxiety reforms.
Intertwined petals of Cynthia and magnolia waltz,
undressing my weariness to dissolve draped faults.
Butterflies blissfully slip into alluring aurora,
a healing touch melts my heart in gleaming aura.
A sapphire gem dropped by the albatross as rain,
absorbs my tormented memories in nascent vervain.
The seeds of lavender mellows in whispers strum,
silk strings of your fir-kissed ensnaring soft hum.
How gracefully my soul dances behind velvet dew,
as Asteria and Aphrodite fuse their worlds anew.
In the vineyard of blushing lullabies in light,
my musk-soaked pages flip with snowflakes bright.
The oceans of my universe peek into a shore afar,
dripping in crevices of my sanctuary as your star.
I doze off to a euphony of embraced fingers in sleep,
this secret paradise, our eternal promise I'll keep.
August 17, 2020
Sanctuary Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
~Winner: 1st Place
When the brightest moon begins to wane,
And the sun breathes life into every plain.
Mother Nature sees life sustain.
Springtime starts her flowering reign.
Blue Vervain and Daisy Fleabane –
Pristinely plants spread in the rain.
Even deadly plants like Henbane
Grow with purpose and not in vain.
Mother Nature’s wisdoms remain.
Whether harvesting fruit or grain,
With her help all life can sustain.
Mother Nature brings sun and rain.
Farmers, plant crops, like sugarcane,
They prepare to make syrup again.
Babies watch through the windowpane.
Seeds are planted in rich terrain.
Others grow well in a flood plain.
Crops are dusted from a bi-plane.
She hopes man won’t pollute again.
In the past it was all in vain.
I can feel Mother Nature’s pain.
By Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
1/14/2017
Spring Is Coming Soon
Shadows, stretching longer from the Oaks, now
Ponder passing of their purpose, and worth
Resemble stockings, silk, upon the ground
In search of hands still naked, in their bow,
Nearing nimble newly sprouted shoots are found.
Groveling green grass erupts through the earth
Instantly dancing; as if to proclaim:
Spring is coming soon! Come and watch its birth!
Courting crocus...blue, yellow...with vervain,
Offer such sweet harmony to the mirth!
Melancholy leaves...still...without a sound
Invite Spring's breeze to stir these once again
Nestled nymphs...of seasons past. Lost, unfound
Ghosts in the wind, haunting new life...in vain.
Spring is coming soon! Its gentle weave heard
On every budding bush and spider's web...
Opening doors through time without a word.
Now...begins love's magic...on Winter's ebb.
3.21.2017©deborah burch
(acrostic)
Edited 4.5.2021db
The Land of Nane
Once upon a long, long, L O N G time ago
Far, F A A A R R away...an island 'rose
Out of an icy blue and crystal sea...
Far north of Africa. Far north of Spain.
Far north of Scotland, France, and the Ukraine.
And in this land, all things once lost would go:
All things taken...All things stolen...All woes...
Hidden in the Valley of Hopes...to be
Safe...awaiting being found...loved again,
Among the blue poppies...under the Wain.
And when the Sun would go to sleep, you know
The Moon would wake and watch each one of those
Things once lost, now gone, from you and me.
All the fireflies. All the whooping crane.
All the crickets, frogs, and the mass vervain
Would All dance and sing beneath the Moon's glow
To help watch over the lost, (so it goes).
There in the valley, it never does rain
And All things are safe...and never feel pain.
Faeries and dragonflies sparkle and glow.
The wind smells like Jasmine...warmly it blows.
Barefooted blue beetles walk fast, three by three
Keeping All good thoughts on track like a train,
And whistle a song, (without a refrain).
All good dreams are true. All butterflies...blue.
All flowers and trees, each one, are blue, too.
The hills are covered in green cotton grass,
And puffy, pink clouds All speak, as they pass.
Sparkling blue waterfalls...sipped in a cup,
Makes you feel happy...you'll never give up!
So when something's taken...or lost... just know
That it's in a place where all magic grows,
And waits safe and happy for you and me.
In the Valley of Hopes...they each remain...
Close your eyes...Sweet dreams...in the Land of Nane.
2.28.2017©deborah burch
Notes:
Wain is a seven star constellation in Ursa Major.
Vervain is plants, flowers, etc.
Nane was made up until I googled it and found it means: "God has favored me; [and also] nice"
I'm going to call this form: verse, until I either find what it is or name it/created myself...
Shriveled dreams shiver tonight
your eyes shimmer with tears
tainted hopes scare your heart
crumbling under forgotten years
I've blended mellowed lullabies
in pouring stardust from above
drenching your vineyard of pain
in draped showers of my love
Chorus:
Gently now, gently let me wrap
your fingers entwined in laces
I've woven a blanket of stars
in clouds of fragrant traces.
Gently now, gently let me caress
your parched lips with mine
trembling to melt frozen breath
as snowflakes in dewy outline
Darling, let me be your solace
in storms of anxious blue rain
your halo I embrace in euphony
of silk-kissed healing vervain
Your unfurling petals tonight dance
in soothing cuddles of light afloat
Musical sandcastles orchestrate
drunk moonlight for you to dote
Chorus:
Gently now, gently let me wrap
your fingers entwined in laces
I've woven a blanket of stars
in clouds of fragrant traces
Gently now, gently let me caress
your parched lips with mine
trembling to melt frozen breath
as snowflakes in dewy outline
Bridge:
Let your soul dance in velvet dew
we've waited for long to love again
rhythms of silent hearts to flow
on painted canvas of ethereal touch
Chorus:
Gently now, gently let me wrap
your fingers entwined in laces
(Let your soul dance in velvet dew)
I've woven a blanket of stars
in clouds of fragrant traces
(we've waited for long to love again)
Gently now, gently let me caress
your parched lips with mine
(rhythms of silent hearts to flow)
trembling to melt frozen breath
as snowflakes in dewy outline
(on painted canvas of ethereal touch)
Gently now, gently brush my essence..
Gently now, gently my safe heaven...
August 30, 2020
Pick-A-Title, Vol 22 - Lyric 2 - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen: Gently Now, Gently
The poor cloud pouring tears in form of rain
Said someone, "He must be in pain"
Another recalled, "but his happiness was in the lamp
Safe & arcane"
Commenced the wise, "but now it's in vain
Don't you remember the presence of hurricane?
Almost impossible, the removal of the stain
Truth for the humans, for the vampires, vervain!
Cause here's July, the reason for everyone's disdain!"