An Island
Of beauty and intrinsic history
Penguins and rustic sheep
A war by evil dictator that made us weep
The British defended the locals with flair
A war with the criminals, no shoes in despair
Democracy won and Argentina to its knees
They have learned is not wise to do as you please
Many know not the history of Kings
This land was to be Canada
If not for French gifts that did bring
With treachery they were tricked into Spanish rings
Louis-Antoine de Bougainville
Was first at Port St Louis
The British were second two years to the day
The Spanish claims left to the clowns in dismay
Sadly Argentina with insanity did commit
War crimes that killed innocent young brits
Their leaders and poets in deceptions agreed
They both cared less for humanity and more for their greed
Categories:
bougainville, angst, christian, destiny, grief,
Form: Free verse
CRIMSON
Bougainville…
white washed
walls of hidden
hedonism
cobble stones of
past unknowns
Mediterranean
mysterious
Islands of
indulgence
salt and sea
a serene
version of you
and me placid
crimson hopes and
expectancies
lie in veiled
secrecy
the darkness
of disturbed
observances
clandestine
© Kim van Breda—21 December 2015
Categories:
bougainville, fantasy, travel,
Form: Personification
Floral expanse
Roses in vivid colours that smiled in glamour,
Red blood to be garlanded at valour,
White lilies bunching hearty and serene,
Catching lovers' fancy to the extreme,
Lavenders at the crest of mountains,
Challenging beauties of the terrains,
Merrigolds shining bright with sunrise,
Worshipping aroma to no surprise,
Dahlia, orange and yellow poppies dance,
Oleander with their pink flowers put us in stance,
Irises swayed taller on their stalks,
Bougainville like trumpets' melody outlast,
Bluebells borrowed colour from the sky,
Yellow dandelions woke up in golden bright light,
Tulips were as bright as showers,
Their beds flamed like throbbing rings of fire,
Forming shadows were rows of white flowers,
On azure coloured ground like trails of shooting stars,
Tiny wildflowers illuminated the grass,
Like jewels in the dust to nature's sarcast !
Written November 27th, 2014
For contest 'Encounter with flowers' by Anthony Slausen
Awarded HM
Entered into contest "Theme #2- Flowers- Old poems" by SKAT A
Awarded 9th place win
Categories:
bougainville, beauty, flower, nature,
Form: Couplet