Tulips are spring-blooming flowers, known for vibrant colors.
They are showy, coming in a wide array of bright colors, like
red, orange, yellow, pink, white, purple and even brown or black.
The large, cup-shaped flowers bloom in late March through May.
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Tulips are classic flowers loved by many for centuries and are
a classic symbol of love for the most known meaning of tulips
is perfect and deep love. As symbols of spring, they represent
rebirth or new life, the spiritual meaning of the flowers.
Tulips can continue to grow after being cut and can also
move toward the light that to women of today, tulips
mean power, strength, resilience, elegance and beauty.
Twenty years ago this month I was in Enid A. Haupt Garden, a manicured
garden surrounded by two rows of saucer magnolia trees. The magnolious
large, cup shaped flowers showcasing breathtaking display of white or
pinkish-purple petals with outer petals of darker shade of pink or purple.
The petals, thick, soft and velvety scattered on the ground and benches.
I was swept away by the pleasant fragrance and captivated by the scent, a
combination of sweet, floral and slightly citrusy. A fragrance so noticeable
for the scent wafted through the garden, creating a pleasing aroma, like a
sweet lemony candy. Unforgettable! When will I see and smell them again?
Quote: Some believe bluebirds are a symbol of joy and hope or good news arriving soon. Others think of them as a connection between the living and deceased.
Before your eyes on a warm day of spring you see the first sunrise
and then you see a little fellow in the skies,
a tiny specimen braving a morning song just before your eyes
Atop a tree he flies only to sit on a cup shaped woven nest
she shouts for joy to her little ones
there are 6 nestling bluebirds with no downy feathers on their chest
Tiny peep peep peeps come out of their loosely weaved hotbed
mama feeds them with her eager beak
while daddy goes Tu-a-wee, Tu-a-wee, then waits until their fed
Three weeks old and ready to fly they flap incessantly
until they learn to fly
aiming for a clear blue the sky they soar towards eternity
Six baby bluebirds finally, ... on their way.
A rouged sky paints a clown's face,
on a dawn rising moon.
The open earth, that not closed in
by brooding trees,
but is as spread-out acres,
where the hush and harken
darken eyes and ears,
to surmise with a blind expectancy,
Yonder fields of tall, unhooded grass,
rattle their spines and tremble,
before an unseen avalanche of doubts.
Stiff hedgerows crouch
over darkly webbed roots,
fears huddle under thin skins,
a subdued ground waits to be found.
It comes,
the storm inside the stillness
blooms, still unseen
its tumult as yet a far stretch.
All the cup-shaped,
all the cupped and hollowed,
will be gagged and drowned,
by a plunging sky --- one not yet nigh.
Too late,
a squirrel barks a warning.
A teacup of terror has been spilled,
unbowed heads unwillingly turn,
wondering -
wherefore, to where?
Suspended high up the tower,
I hang out of sight.
My shiny golden brass core is hollow,
but I have a big mouth with a bell as a tongue.
Sometimes pigeons visit, resting on my arch,
but fly away leaving their droppings behind.
Don't pity me for my loneliness and silence,
as this serenity never lasts.
When the cloaked man arrives and pulls at my rope
he breaks the peace with deafening sounds.
Each tug hammers against my cup shaped sides,
belching vibrating echoes across the lands.
In an enchanting melody that brings joy to most,
but distress to some -
who only hear me as shrills and shrieks.
I love my ding dongs,
be it to tell the time,
or for funerals, weddings or as a call to prayer -
I'm content in ringing all day long!
With her bright red eyes; yellowish tiny tail-tip,
Pale green wings; greenish yellow-glowing mantle strip;
This golden Oriole has great tales to tell,
Her enchanting feature has great magical spell...
Yellow-orange chest; gray head; silvery slate back,
Bold white pinion poles; pretty eye-strips brownish black;
Large tarsal blotch; scarce and endangered species yet,
If I afford to up-bring, she should be my pet...
Fruits and seeds she eats; sweet nectar and pollen too,
Whether eats flesh or simple herbs - her charm shines through;
Sign of wealth and acceptance; courage and life-skills,
Her advent on courtyards chases away all ills...
Weightless and light, her bewitchment, yet, is grandeur,
The cup-shaped nest she makes is magical wonder;
Her harmoniously mystic songs pull my heart,
Her feature, in itself, is finest of fine art...
11 March 2022
Magical Spell Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Luscinian voices in the thicket of a midnight waltz
single male birds singing from a point of solitude
closing down on city sounds inside a forest vault
the sound of their vocals, nightingale's prelude
calling in mates with whistles, trills and sounds
sending messages of longing from across the throng
listening from cup-shaped nests, eager to be found
they wind up feeling drawn by their melodious song
she, awake as the dawn and free as a bird in the sky
he, as cuffed to her beauty as the wings on her back
they mate on a branch as soft as a nightingale's sigh
away from the songsters, who are trying but lack
luscinian voices singing softly of dawn's pure glory
two nightingales sharing life and love's true story .
June 11, 2021
Narcissi bowing in the breeze;
their adorable awkwardness
surfaces to mind small children
dressed in flowered habiliments
in their very first recital.
Each flowery face reflecting
their image at waters edge
like looking into a mirror
pining away in love with each bow,
their own beauty: yellow and white
petals with cup-shaped central crowns.
I gaze at these comely flowers
and seemingly they are aware
of my presence and smile at me.
The Nebra Disc.....
tool of antiquity,for them then
not so ancient reality.....
As above,so below
to fall,to recieve
Cup shaped vessel
recieve messages celestial
on the outer edge,left to right
images of darkness and light
from chaos to order,heavenly sight
Shamanist or cosmologist
destined order should be humanist
animalistic we continue
as we struggle to evolve,altruistic....