leaves elope with winds
branches divorce the weak twigs ---
nude trees bend in shame
meadows wear green robes
maple-shades boat-race on streams ---
crimson lipped trails blush
cool clouds camouflage
tree arcs are on sun homage ---
daises dab dance
Categories:
daises, autumn, nature,
Form: Haiku
The thick forest's hill with wild flowers
rolls through perfumed daises meadows,
that are a haven to lovely hummingbirds:
among thick trees there no waterfowls!
These colorful birds avoid eerie darkness,
they wake up at the appearance of light;
they can't wait to dominate those vast vallies:
hear their shrill as they start their daily flight!
We all think that the above shies are peaceful,
even birds fight for supremacy as humans do;
I grumble at such cruelty feeling unwonderful:
we admire space but ignoring God is a taboo!
The brown and white stallions gallop slowly,
it's not a battleground where they can neigh;
they follow the horse trail breathing serenely:
and while ballistic missiles blast, I smell death!
Categories:
daises, anger, beauty, conflict, death,
Form: Rhyme
Another whistling train speeds by in midnoon,
the jeering lad waves at pensive passengers
absorbed in serene, not adverse feelings;
his youth is vibrant and ready to lampoon!
Daises, jasmines and violets are gently lulled
in their wild and lush meadows as it rushes by;
ravens disperse in pervasive fear so unequaled;
what was too calm turns into chaos: a pitiful cry!
Is it nostalgia he clings to, or something else?
That landscape is as vivid as his happy yesterday;
he hears the shrieking horn, its sound is not terse:
crossing the tracks can be fatal in mischievous play!
The adventurous boy climbs the breezily and balmy hills,
and excited by the spectacular view, he begins to hum;
all sonorous canaries start warbling to accompany him:
they echo in the valley below to awaken church bells!
Another whistling train speeds by in midnoon,
he describes this scenery in an evocative poem;
no tears go to waste, they're precious to him:
it's nighttime, even darkness will grant his boon!
Categories:
daises, childhood, joy, kid, memory,
Form: Rhyme
No not the kind you get from a packet oh no not that kind
this one has little bits of chicken in it, with onions you can find
I start with chicken base and add fresh grated garlic to it
turmuric, black pepper, parsley, and basil just a bit
Then I let it simmer for an hour while the vegetables steam and swim
and I sing to it with a wispy voice, that little blessed hymn
that mama taught me long ago, while making chicken soup;
Not the kind that you order in from a store next door
this one comes from the pantry shelf and garden herbs galore
I start with a clean apron and my hair tied back
its bright red with white daises, and a strip of black
Then I stew it and stir it with a large wooden spoon
then I talk to it, until the hour of noon
the way my mama taught me, while making chicken soup;
No not the kind you get from a packet, oh no its never store bought
its the way my mama showed me, when I was just a tot....
Categories:
daises, appreciation, food,
Form: Rhyme
she dances she glances
beyond her shoulder
She peers,
looking back
Her beautiful smile
She poses in the mirror
lines 'cross her face ~
all daises he traced -
not in a while,
but anklets and eyes
precise
as the very first days
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first verse by rick parise
Categories:
daises, age, beauty, dance, history,
Form: Verse
In the dusting of the springtime,
There’s a new dawn and a rebirth,
Bloom permeates turbulent clime,
The days ahead are swathed with mirth.
Sweet-scented thoughts of yesterday,
Hope arises from the debris,
Rejuvenation strides spring’s way,
Nature sees through a clear iris.
Shrivelled daises sprout & flourish,
The meadows are reawakened,
Colours and patterns to cherish,
Hands of gloomy tides are slackened.
We arise to nature's embrace,
As we run the world’s fleeting race.
June 14, 2023.
Categories:
daises, nature,
Form: Sonnet
turning back the pages of my life
I remember
that spring day long ago
when, I was a young girl
and had a pretty new red dress
with a hat that had a red dotted ribbon
and was given five red fat dotted balloons
I recall the joy
of running through a wildflower field
with my precious balloons bouncing and following
the Queen Anne Lace
buttercups and daises tickled my legs
but who cared
I had red dotted balloons ...
for days I took care of them
was very careful to not burst them
then, one morning they lay flat
and I cried
until Mom came and blew them up again
but, of course,
eventually they faded away, as balloons do ...
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February 04, 2023
Poetry/Free Verse/Memory of Red Balloons
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1523-336-04
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Balloons
sponsor, Anthony Biaanco, Judged 03/02/2023
Third Place
Categories:
daises, memory,
Form: Free verse
Taste my bouquet of paradise,
a shot of cinnamon coffee;
Daises, strawberries, and blue skies;
Unique through every pair of eyes;
My dream is a piece of me,
taste my bouquet of paradise;
Wonderment will not minimize,
if your mind can wander peacefully;
Daises, strawberries, and blue skies;
Over and over customize,
Type A hard to let myself be;
Taste my bouquet of paradise;
Through every low and all the highs
forever young and so carefree;
Daisies, strawberries, and blue skies;
Hyper hearts and wild spirit flies,
this is the vision that I see;
Taste my bouquet of paradise;
Daisies, strawberries, and blue skies.
Categories:
daises, dream, emotions, feelings, imagination,
Form: Villanelle
Twinkling
Little Ornament
Sweet around Ornament
My delightful little buddy
Small like stone
Smells daises
Ornament
Categories:
daises, 12th grade, angel, black
Form: Diamante
What if much of life's lost to humdrum world?
To waste get withered when simplest of joys,
Nature's rare scene when finds none of your voice,
Innocent, pure pleasures pass by unfurled—
Beauty of dawns, dusks, daises decked in dew,
Hills and dales crying for our company,
A gentle cool breeze gets when none her due,
And goes unheralded birds' symphony,
Sea bares when breasts to embrace silver moon,
Raw passion peaks of a youthful river,
Clouds play with moon new joys to deliver,
Seasons when change, sun warms when wintry noon.
At home with the ho-hum of humdrum leisure,
Man plays blind to nature's many a pleasure.
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Sonnets | 05.04.2004, revised Sept 2022 |
Poet’s note: Man seems so much at home with the humdrum of life that he is oblivious of nature’s joys that can excite and inspire him. All he has to do is to be a little more receptive. One gets this impression on seeing the world chasing the ephemeral, fleeting, and man-made joys.
Categories:
daises, 2nd grade, beauty, nature,
Form: Sonnet
My cat looks out of the window,
At a bright summer day.
My cat looks out of the window,
But the beauty of nature is lost on her.
The trees are still in flower,
Violets and daises adorn the grass,
The air rings with talk and laughter,
And birds sing.
A sparrow is outside the window,
She stares at him through the glass.
A sparrow is outside the window,
Daring her to pounce.
He stays just out of her reach,
A tigress in a cage.
Her collar is her fetter,
She cannot get him.
The sparrow stares back at the cat,
Knowing he is safe.
The sparrow stares back at the cat,
Crouched behind the glass.
Cheekily he mocks her,
As she glares at him.
Mischievously taunts her,
Knowing he is safe.
Categories:
daises, animal, bird, cat, summer,
Form: Free verse
Wild hedges of scarlet bottle brush
Ruby flowers catch my eye,
Busy bees kiss mauve daises
And a giant dragonfly…
Waterhole where birds are dipping
Flowing notes from natures fall,
Sunbeams sprays of light through nature
Eucalypts towering tall.
Spirits carved within the sandstone
Sacred spot where life evolved,
Peaceful place in paradise
Though mysteries remain unsolved.
Categories:
daises, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Pushin' up daises
noctuary memories
dismantling me
Categories:
daises, celebration, creation, death, eulogy,
Form: Haiku
Pushin’ up daises
noctuary memories
dismantling me
Categories:
daises, adventure, anger, betrayal, death,
Form: Haiku
The lone wolf howls his fury at the meadow flowers
They are shocked.
Lily says to Lilac, I thought he was supposed to be howling at the moon.
You tell him Lilac whispers.
Wolf stomps past them, angry; hitting the earth hard.
Smashes dandelions and wild daises in his path.
Not me, whispers Lily, long after he is out of hearing.
Categories:
daises, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Light Verse
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