What a creation!
A creature of elation
Gave me a sensation
Of heart palpitation
It ate a carnation
In the midst of lunation
And grew with inflation
For such a duration
That held my fixation
Itself a flotation
Until it's deflation
And sunk for hydration
Spotted like a dalmation
Yet more like a crustacean
That gave me causation
To realize my narration
May only be imagination
The toy box made of plywood painted white
my grandfather built for me when I was three
has become a time machine
a tool of torture
Why haven’t I burned its contents to ash
as I did all his letters full of lies?
Within I find notebooks in which I penned
my pubescent musings that seem so silly now
First attempts at poetry
that sound trite today when read
with a much more mature tongue
that has tasted the bitter brew of experience
Scribbled quotations from history’s finest minds
Sketches of dresses I designed
A crumbling corsage of carnations
still sealed inside its plastic shell
for the last twenty five years
that he pinned to my pink Victorian taffeta gown
I can close my eyes and recall
its fresh flowery scent
feel the silky petals under my fingertips
the gentle cool early autumn breeze
blowing over the river on my young supple skin
that single night of my life
when every star in the sky
seemed to be shining solely for me
I had hope then
The jealous carnation
observes with piercing eyes,
the action of its rose love
missing...
The all cheeky rose,
much further appreciates
the wanderer hummingbird kiss
than exaggerated jealousy
of the belligerent suitor stud...!
Bright in colour
A glory of love
Zig-zag edges of the petals
A symbol of life-long worry of a mother
Layers of petals
A symbol of the eternal love of a mother
There are carnations
I shower them all with life
so straight and so clear.
With a slight glow of early morning sunlight
a single flower-bud unfolds bright
from its green protective wrap
to serrated knap
revealing
soft pink
appealing
velvet petals of
a carnation, Mother's Love
with a fresh spicy clove-like perfume
coursing through benignly and at last, consume
6/30/2019
Poetry Contest: Writing Challenge 2, June 2019- A Summer Flower
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
Carnation Yellow - A Haiku
sunshiny sunlight
shall carnation yellow flies
pollinates the bee
beauty to the eyes
good smells aroma so nice
carnation yellow
6/7/19
The white carnation and red rose bouquet -
How beautiful it was with its array
of baby’s breath – as beautiful as she -
our innocent sweet girl, a bride -to – be.
It was so perfect for the special day.
The white carnation and red rose bouquet
she'd picked out from a florist's magazine
would never by her eyes be freshly seen.
And though she’d thrilled to know the symbol of
her chosen flowers’ colors was pure love,
the white carnation and red rose bouqet
upon our daughter’s casket we now lay.
Before her wedding day, our daughter met
with tragedy, but we will not forget
the dream we all lost. Now is on display
the white carnation and red rose bouquet.
Oct. 7, 2017
Warning for the storm the cast before the barrier dear god carrier me home,
For the understanding may full understand is taken the truth under neath,
The bird cage to set one free to bridge a ocean could shelter,
The storm past and future tend share one tunnel,
In the dam of the vision that re carnation the vision heartbeat and souls revoke to heaven,
To break the will of a man cognizance to invert will sinner hand,
Thought flung like a hickory to a stand but take from the core of the most meaningful man I see yes I, See more and more like god incarnation,
People victory of hand glory steel the bridge among the water is still!
"Cherished; Loved,
Parting,
A blue rose bloomed.
Loyalty.
Then it was shattered,
Unfortunately.
On the ground,
Broken.
Swirling pieces,
Changing,
Morphing,
Rejected.
A new flower,
A new meaning.
A Carnation.
How softly sweetly,gently flowers pose
Carnation,orchid ,daffodil and rose.
Their intricate petals form a shield
Yet bees with much striped force shall make them yield.
Appearances,both natural and contrived,
Mixed with the wiles of human nature thrive.
As, knowing not, we pluck the apple rare
And bite its flesh,with teeth we have to bare.
We too deceive the innocent who pass
Not seeing watchers hid behind the glass.
The windows break,the deep earth quakes;
Seized is the maiden ,he her virtue takes.
Beneath the surface,force and fierceness thrive.
What fearsome, burning God enjoys our lives?
The pink flower that is called a carnation
I received a sad but yet odd invitation,
To a get together with all my family and no strangers
It seemed nice knowing there was no danger,
Why does everyone have a pink carnation
Is the color a symbol of elimination,
I feel at ease in a sad sort of way
I don't believe this was suppose to be a happy day,
As I went further in to the candle lit room
I have a sense of a pass life that ended in gloom,
When I look around the room I see so many pink carnations
I know now deep inside these beautiful flowers mean it is a final destination.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2009
Limerick : Once the UN wore a carnation
Once the UN wore a carnation
Now in the shade looks like damnation
Halls echo inane talk
House for rent at New York
Is UN ever on vacation ?
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Elections
One party is discussing with the Marketers, Public Relations Team about the Propaganda with the Advertisement Director
-Dr what do you think?
- Dr
- Fantastic
-It is really good Dr
-Awesome
(So I can see You are satisfied!)
-Yes Dr
(please don't call me Dr)
Ok Dr,
(-Please.)
- A good investment,
The creative team are in other room listening () talking to each other and laughing loud
A good investment- one says- I am really a Doctor and even so I don't get a single dime
-None of us get Doc
Outside There's an Healthcare Protest
"Give Us Our Money, Gives Us Our Jobs, We Do Not Work For Free"
Journalists are doing their jobs with protest signs
- Isn't good to work for pleasure!? -
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