The suffix nut specifying the skull,
defining the coconut, is misplaced,
for it’s not truly a nut,
but botanically, a drape.
A salinity soaker, the prolific palm,
sultry sea-shore colonizer copious,
it’s sky-searching trunk with spiny leaf crown
holds the fruit, the traditional tropical icon.
In certain societies around the globe,
a notable cultural and religious symbol,
it’s a multipurpose fruit is versatile,
used as food, fuel and folk medicine.
Its tough shell is a strong fortress that guards
the treasure of water and kernel, sweet and pure,
like the tender heart hiding
behind stern persona façade.
Categories:
botanically, analogy, fruit,
Form: Free verse
A waddling wafer in striped pyjamas
A feathered goblin often chews a tail from a sweet scented twig but a pixie can eat over two hundred caramelised pebbles in one single bite and swallow. Swallows passing in the colourful air are simply at ease with gyrocopters which are heavily dominant in a sky. But dominance is neither a dominoe eating a dark dart, a fog covering a dog, a wide angled view of a elephant and neither is it a carton of orange juice playing on a carpet with a semi baked piece of straw. A single crater of cartons can cataclysmically preform aerodynamics in a wind tunnel but not in a breeze block. Breeze blocks are central to a knock knock knock and a knock knock knock on a clock clock clock is best played on a banjo by a dock. Tick tock will be jealous so leave it at the house to tock away the minutes and hours with a tap tap tap. Tabletop horse today then? Wow. It is often amazing to watch the galloping ones as they glide over the serviettes', plates, cups and cutlery. With no bridle or bridleways' upon the furniture gleam. See no bearded spoon today then? No. Good. Z botanically Z at 29 pieces of dried banana in a bowl laughing at the 11 grapes in long gowns. X
Categories:
botanically, art,
Form: I do not know?
Oh how I like to wake up,
in the misty morn...
To watch the blue daisies,
botanically being born.
Ups-i-daisy...
Don’t be lazy,
for the sun will soon shine thru.
Oops-a-daisy...
I love you crazy,
I blush red when you turn blue.
Felicia or Marguerite,
of which do I choose?
A beautiful bouquet bloom,
of my magical mystic muse.
June.15.2017
BLUE DAISY - Contest
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Categories:
botanically, beautiful, blue, flower,
Form: Rhyme
It was a slant love.
Back to back,
lips to lips.
Lethal and dark
strong yet delicate
like spider’s web.
A dark side of the moon
sending conflicting
signals to bacilli-
of dirty lane, pink
and blue. My pug
licks the toes.
The pugmark on
green body. I am now
flowering. Hydrangeas.
•
The primrose half-asleep
Calendula was burning
in veins.
Unisex. The clenched
fist of a desire. I will
not accept a half-lip.
The chaste tree was sending
a bouquet of
steaming pistils.
Where the sun will sleep
tonight ? Till the love-making
was over on tangerines.
The loose skin now
invites the red ants, crawling,
wearing your nails.
Satish Verma
Categories:
botanically, art,
Form: ABC