Bunches Poems | Examples

Dark and Deep for RLF

Tiptoe through the darkness round the lip of lexicon
Peer into the mouth of what awaits the hear and gone
Careful! One misstep can send you tumbling down 
Grab it by the throat, lest your message come unbound

Wrestling with the spirit, is it angel is it muse?
Or ghost upon the parapet? It's up to you to choose
Choices come in bunches, but wise ones not so much
And eloquence no guarantee to come through in the clutch

For beauty's eye is keen, it watches through the night
A single erring step, can dim the brightest light
A shade of blackness guaranteed to put the soul to sleep
The words alluring, fleeting, fading... lovely, dark and deep
Full of promises the words are lovely, dark and deep

my wild west came in on a tv set

Marshall Dillon in Gunsmoke
Clint Eastwood as Rowdy Yates in Rawhide
Paladin Have Gun will Travel
John Wayne in bunches of westerns
the pattern was easy....
The cowboys always win
Hero wears a light hat
Villain is stuck with black hat
Indians never win
TV in the 60’s gave me new terms
Dance hall girl, sage brush, wagon train
I reminisce about the wild west I know

Super Satisfying Sunrise Stroll

"It is quite possible to leave your home for a walk in the early morning air and return a different person - beguiled, enchanted."
                                 ~ Mary Ellen Chase

We enjoy the whistling wind as we walk, 
The cool morning breeze calms and charms us, 
A peacock is perched on a peepal tree, 
Its fine feathers flowing fascinatingly, 
Its sound of squawking seems sophisticated, 
Like mystical music to its magnificent mate;
The butterscotch-orange ball blooms in the blue, 
A snake slithers silently in the sewer nearby, 
Songbirds tweet tantalizingly in the tall trees, 
Vehicles plying on the highway are a vision to view, 
Blushing bougainvilleas have blossomed in bunches, 
Numerous neem trees line the narrow footpath, 
A squirrel squeezes through a small, square hole, 
And we uncover God's wonders as He unveils a new day.

The Gateless Gate

Right out of the gate
the world grows eyes on the inside of time.

A banana tree as tall as an eyelash
bears bunches of fat yellow legs,

clusters of pendular legs are called hands.
Contradictions serve to jog you out of your mind.
Try not to think of babies kicking their own toes,
or ponder too much
on tarantulas and small venomous snakes.

Lifting the rusting machinery of a primal brain
can be hard work if you’re not used to it.
nevertheless,
raise a blink that takes a snapshot of a life.

After much rehabilitation and recover
feel free to postulate
that life seems much longer than it really is.

Most mature bananas are about the same length,
this simple observation alone
will make you unrecyclable forever.

In Front of My Building

They’re filming* in front of my building,
Equipment all over the place.
The crew members milling in bunches;
Huge trailers invading the space.

It’s cool to hear “Roll ‘em!” and “Action!”
And know that one day on TV,
The place where I live will be featured,
With actors appearing, not me.

It isn’t a common occurrence
So nobody minds all the fuss.
Tomorrow we neighborhood people
Will be back to routines, with just us.

*an episode of “And Just Like That”

Divine Delight

What a cameo in the hot harmattan eve !
Sweet soursop scents marinated with the haze 
And all the other ones impasse in my qui vive .

Words became satisfying minting juice ,
Black with currents ,mingled bittersweet after 
Soft like lush ripe and delicious in undying truth .

But In this colorful world of pines and apples ,
With the sour and the dapples between the toil 
We will weather the rains and dry foggy nights .

In all laughter and of youthful lovers delight ,
Not of science of apples falling for clues 
Nor of religion with the doom preceding the bite .

But with all hope hope from a trampled rose ,
Earnestly rooting for the hazelnuts 
Swinging between the canes of sugars and beats.

As it touches the ground like a whispered prayer,
With heaven's own sacramental wine
Wholesome and pristine “

Five centimeters beneath the dangling papayas ,
under a starry night gaze with splendor 
Can you see how vividly the moonlight scrawls the pomegranate. 

Beneath moist soils with seeded holes !
Hold your grounds your sprouting melon 
So here’s to your juice you amazing Tangelo 
Hold your grounds with bunches of love .

The Disquieting Threat of Hazardous Blooms

I avoid those floral gangsters,
vainglorious Gladioli,
eugenically forced greenhouse Geraniums
with their large Shar-pei heads.
Garish claustrophobic chromatic mobs,
their heavy menacing over-cultivated smells.

Charles Darwin, thought these latter-day
angiosperms as:
“an abominable mystery.”
They are life-forms born of missing links,
genetically modified to eat oxygen,
perhaps out of our human brains?

Dogs and cows
are immune to their deleterious charms,
but we who are drawn to color and form,
sniff them out, as if they were hard drugs.

O you Peony, overgrown Day Lily,
you seemingly
innocuous bunches of Mums,
I see you, you smug and pretty enticers,
you mesmerizing Rasputin's!

I cringe, hold my breath,
reluctantly
bring those heady eye-catchers home
to my darling,
who waits for yet more perfumed
love letters.

Numbers of love

A night slipped away, 
one wept to sleep, one had bunches to dream. 
A couple of lines the poet wrote, 
nothing that the muse saw. 
Three simple words kept the lovelorn up, 
four texts sent for a clueless hope. 

If love has numbed five senses, 
then the sixth one will be gifted. 
The seven deadly sins, hunger for love could be all.
The ninth day of forlornness ate the soul up,
isn’t it already a punishment? 
Perhaps the love in October was forever a torment.

Sho-Me Your Guns

Sit-ups, planks, and crunches

My push-ups done in bunches

Deep heavy squats from the rack

Deadlifts are good for my back

Just pumping up my biceps

And cutting up my triceps

I'm sweating harder each day

So I look sharp when I play

Put a Giggle In Your Old Gazoo

My goal each day is to put a smile on your face
And a giggle in your old gazoo
Don't ask me where your gazoo is located
I think it sounds naughty don't you!

Well now that I've got your attention my friends
Sending you a big whoop whoop!
Bunches of giggles with some love mixed in
At times I even talk about poop!

Censors are always on the alert for some smut
Disguise it with some serious stuff
If you read between the lines you'll find it there
As I sit here typing in the buff!

Hey I just thought of where your gazoo could be
If I can just get by these censors
It's just a bit below the centre of your yahoo
And it's held up by your suspenders!

Well if all of a sudden my name disappears
From the member list on the site
I'll be sitting here lonely please drop me a line
I promise I'll be real polite!

Life Is In Full Bloom

Wild lavender flowers bloom in bunches
inside the circular garden
Surrounded by colors of emerald green
The Tiger Lilly rise above
with bright, orange curves and detailed markings
All is silent, petals are still
It is a perfect image on the hill
where the wind blew all these seeds home
               - Life is in full bloom -

Heidi Sands

8/15/23

Hicky Ticky

Hicky tricky

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To Be a Flower

"Be like a flower ... gentle, quiet and humble."
                            Quote _ Constance La France

Their blossoms faded to shades of amber filagree
Now, withered remnants of what they used to be 
Sweet scent that once perfumed a drawing room
On stems cut from my garden, each humble bloom
is spent, past prime; ready to be pressed in a book
or drying in bunches, quietly hanging upon a hook

Recently snipped, arranged in a Lalique crystal vase
are their progeny, who have taken their elders' place.
How beautiful they are, dressed in cobalt blue gowns
eliciting smiles of adoration, never woebegone frowns.
Their beauty gentles my mood when they stand proud
until they too, will wither and fade, their stems bowed.

Oh, to be like a flower ~ gentle, quiet and humble,
happy to entice the pollen seekers, a bee who bumbles
or butterflies who flutter fragile wings, flying so free.
How I wish sometimes that a tiny creature I could be,
with delicate wings spread, I'd travel without a sound
grateful to be alive, without setting foot on the ground.


May 22, 2023
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Butterfly

Butterfly, Butterfly,
You're the nature's most creative splendor,
the color patterns on your wing are so pretty and vivid,
no designer or an artist can even apprehend it.

When you fly in bunches or you fly alone,
my garden springs to life with your inaudible song,
When you fly in circle around me,
I am stunned with the beauty of nature around me.

As a young boy,
I would chase you thru fields and parks,
I would even try to catch you,
while you were kissing your dream flower,
I would dance pretending to embrace you,
and dream of flying to the heavens with you.

You can fly with such a grace,
all thru the sunny days,
the wind does not make you stray,
the shadows do not deviate your ways.

Beholding you the Butterfly,
My heart fills with joy and hope,
with a new beginning in the spirit of my life,
My unfinished dreams come alive,
with the hope of reaching new ambitious heights.

Two Empty Chairs At Christmas

Let’s keep their apartment through Christmas someone suggested.
Although their mother was gone, and their dad had been arrested.
He will be back, right? An optimist asked, eager to think the best.
Doubtful, one replied. He embezzled bunches to feather his nest.

But the kids kept the apartment, where they came for Christmas Eve.
They brought their childhood stories and told them without reprieve.
The times they had shoplifted, making their scoundrel dad proud.
Many didn't understand, said some, laughing loudly, a holiday crowd.

This was the last Christmas these siblings would all be together.
They enjoyed sharing favorite food and staying out of the weather.
When they said good bye, they did not embrace or overreact.
Not realizing it was the last time, now a well-known family fact.

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