twilight’s prized flower
flute bells enlightenment ~
luna’s bride bouquets
Real bouquets may wither away,
But faux flowers shall always stay.
When Autumn marks its equinox
And Fall steps in to take its spot
With harvest hues in rich arrays
Bursting out in bold displays
Of red and yellow, gold bouquets
And tawny fields of amber waves
To warm the hill, the home, the hearth
To warm the love of loving hearts –
Then you shall know the day’s delight
From dawn to dusk – October’s light
Like flowers blooming to bouquets
Will cast its golden glow your way
To bless the day that has begun
To bless your day and days to come –
Roses blood painted petals shine.
Thorns defending savage ripping hands.
Gloves are cheating!
Go pick on something your own size!
Tulips won't bite, but they take revenge.
They flourish in fresh churned soil,
generously fertilized
by bodies deeply buried.
Every time I see a flower I see your face inside
I love to look at flowers, their beauty cannot hide
See, flowers are so beautiful in ways that we can know
Through sweetly scented petals, in colors of rainbows
Bouquets of lovely orchids, bring thoughts and memories
Of dreamy dreams of meadow walks, and picnics under trees
I've had all sorts of dreams with you, walking lover's lanes
And always we are hand in hand, that common thread remains
Connecting all my thoughts of you with one unbroken twine
That weaves its way and sews the stitch that seals those thoughts as mine
I see your face right now my dear, do you know? I don't suppose
But if you could see me here right now, I'm looking at a rose
are these bluebells from Scotland, England, Texas, Virginia or Spain?
I have seen a video, but am not sure, so try to expand my brain.
do they grow in hedgerows, grassland or at the edge of a wood?
they are lovely bluish-lavender hyacinths, I would say if I could.
their bright tubular flowers bloom along with tulips, in May.
attracting pollinators like bees, butterflies and moths along their way.
bluebells symbolize gratitude, humility, everlasting love and constancy.
I want them for my bridal bouquet says my six-year-old-cousin Dee.
bridal bouquets already? We older cousins scoff at the silliness of this.
white bluebells symbolize purity says Charlene, reading from a list.
why would they be called bluebells if they are white? I ask.
getting back to the country of origin, a rather daunting task.
Blissfully Benevolent Bouquets!
Bring Bliss
By Brewing Best Blessings!
Become Better
By Blocking Brainless Blossoms!
Break Bad Beads
But Benefit By Bravery!
On Mother’s Day
we buy chocolate
and bouquets of flowers
Write her cards
with syrupy thoughts
wait in restaurants for hours
As if this thanks a mom and mother
for all she does for us
Think what you will ~ I say it is unjust
My soul is bleeding, bleeding,
as a thousand sharp daggers stab me;
for the headstones are green mossed,
and I hold to my heart tattered memories;
like decaying bouquets,
and will 'till my last gasp !
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April 10, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/Like Decaying Bouquets
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1446-865-10
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Bite Size Poem, No 42
sponsor, Line Gauthier, Judged 05/01/2022
First Place
Autumn Bouquets
Gold
Autumn
Magic floats
Umber orange -
Leaves of brilliance flutter autumnal fire
Autumn ponders flaming festival hues
Gathers bouquets -
Ruby trees
Bless the
Fall
8-26-21
Contest: Double Tetractys 8
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Picture #3
barely a flower
holy consecrated ground...
headstones well adorned
© Harry J Horsman 2021
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Written 1st October 2019
2nd Place
Contest Name: Three Word Acrostics
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HONORABLE MENTION
their haunting bouquets
showcased jewels
in her garden
posted on June 25, 2019
bouquets bountiful
lilac bursting with
joy and youth
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on June 25, 2019
Lady, let me send you bouquets of flowers
As you awake when love greets you good morning
To share and declare an interest in the precious hours
You and I hope to invest in the opening
To a conversation, a consultation to break the ice
Spinning, grinning, listening, beginning
An adventure into a new world where twice
We dare to defy odds and build a new planet
Where free to maneuver we dare to slice
A swathe of bliss limited only by the target
You and I set as we surge forth and reach
New frontiers limpid and liquid enough to get
To unexplored regions where the affection horizons switch
Standards of conception and perception to delight
Discoveries you and I make as we stitch
A panorama where melodrama moves to light
Up the slope of hope we appreciate in our flight
To share and declare an interest in the precious hours
In which you let me send you bouquets of flowers.
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