Like a garden is my family - mostly sisters,
for I and they grew up without our father.
The oldest, I’m September’s aster,
gathering words like rain as in wind’s rhythm I sway.
After me is Jen, a gracious geranium, abloom with generosity.
Third in line is charming Mel, a marigold smiling in the sun.
Fourth is Dori, a hardy diligent daylily enduring many a storm.
Last is Thea. A delicate Mimosa, she gives and requires tenderness.
At garden’s center is our mother, our ever-loving spiritual rose.
Surrounding us all are beautiful friends, our sister flowers.
Despite the issues we both suffer
I feel a growing feeling of understanding
Like life is gaining back its color
Time standing still; forever enchanting
You’re the image of fresh bloomed daylily
and I’m encapsulated by your charm
My stomach flutters and brain goes silly
Oh how easily you could do me harm
Spring has nothing on your ability
to breathe life into my once dying world
Keep you safe in your beautiful fragility
Till you bloom wonderfully unfurled
My days better since I found my smile
and time spent doesn’t feel wasted
I hope it last for quite a while
Sweetness of life I so rarely tasted
So my darling as I watch I see you bloom
And true to a daylily I forget my sorrow
I breathe you in like an elegant perfume
And wait to see whats brought by tomorrow
blooming daylily
gold asiatic lily....
hummingbird sips spring
back door opens to garden
hummingbird tries to enter
Yahweh selects the weak; wasn't he, yet, strong like iron?
Like a daylily, he exposed himself before the Lord.
His flesh was weak; didn't he, yet, fight wars like a lion?
He, as a poet, proved his word was sharper than his sword.
Which poem on earth could be greater than the smallest psalm?
We try to add notations to his great composition.
His failures, to his very self and others, did bring harm.
Didn't God Yahweh allow him to face competition?
His mind changed, like his vague vegetable and fruit salads.
His ethics, like the Indian Qutub Minar, stood firm.
His greatness lies in obeying God's will amidst all hazards.
He did, in each of his thoughts, words, and actions, Yaheh's term
Did he fulfil all that was said about him? I don't know.
David went, I see, doing well as far as he could go.
Yellow robe, daffodil
Buttercup, forsythia
Silhouette by me does pass
Shaped just like an hourglass
Yellow quilt, daylily
Sunflower, daisy
Under wraps, to be locked
No days for me will be blocked
All my time I'll spend with you
Lemon scent and honey dew
Fragrant love fills the air
Curtains drawn, time to spare
Put your robe right on the chair
Turn down the quilt I'll be right there
Don't be in a rush today
I take my time, that's just my way
Calm, tropical moon was huge, filling the night skies with sheen;
And seemed to touch green treetops, and wild, songbird scenes.
The moon grazed mountains and jade hills, when I lay dreaming,
In the warm fragrance of midnight, with dim, starlight streaming.
Full moon was in Daylily Meadow, with a dark, mysterious breeze,
And its loveliness nearly touched the ground, in the hours of ease.
All the obsidian night was aglow, with the nebulous, magical light,
For even when none are observing, nature offers charming sights.
Written on 3/23/2023
For: STRAND NO 1203 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Beach rose
The blessed shall say
What a joyous day
My Lord beseeched
This day at the beach
Musk Mallow
Watched them grow
Yellow daylily
Caressed immediately
Discovery, a butterfly to be
Look how this miracle spoke to me
Love procured
Secured
Visit
Wild tulips
Strong and undefeated
Change proceeded
Faith within
Where it has always been
Hearts may recall
I chose love above all
aster, astilbe, daisy, daylily
bellflowers bejeweled and foxglove forever
roses robust and hued poppies posh
sunflowers sublime, candytuft, cardinals
hollyhock, hosta, snaps snazzy
primrose precious and sunflowers sublime
I found down the path of a wild garden
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December 5, 2021
Poetry/Verse/Alliterisen/down the garden path
Copyright Protected, 12-1411-365-05
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La FRance
Alliterisen Sequence 10-12-9-11-8-10-10
Written for the Standard contest, Alliterisen 2
sponsor, Joseph May, Judged 1/1/2022
Second Place
Image inspiration #6
Syllables Verified on HowManySyllables
blush peach gerbera daisies
echinacea marmalade
angel’s trumpet cassie’s curls
chantilly peach snapdragon
christa coral bells
daylily tangerine
apricot whirl narcissus
a la mode dahlia
zinnia thumbelina
peaches ‘n dreams hollyhock
hues of apricot lisianthus
hawaiian punch carnation
sienna sunset coreopsis
indian summer rose
toasting pink champagne
hues of apricot
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2020, Front Page Pick 2020
carefree wild roses
lovely cosmos
dignified watsonia
grandiose gladiola
noble daylily
fabulous oriental poppy
towering hollyhock
earthy vibrant geranium
apple blossom yarrow
exuberant anemone
classy fuchsia
clustered allium
sumptuous foxglove
opulent peony
audacious petunia
vibrant dahlia
splendid phlox
aromatic sweet pea
regal bleeding heart
unbridled garden of eden
for hummingbirds
bees and butterflies
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Blooming for one day
a lily welcomes the sun.
Bumblebees drop in.
Donal Mahoney
You come from that place where Queen Anne’s lace
and milk thistle grow thick on the creek bank
behind the house.
Black-eyed Susans, opened to the sky,
sway strong and tall in the wind.
A dogwood blooms;
in remembrance of friends gone.
And the dust gathers
heavy over that forgotten place.
My heart closed up like a daylily
at moonrise.
And I, a late blooming rose,
far into an Indian summer.
You left; then I—
left and shook the dust not just from feet,
but hair, skin, bones.
It collected deep inside, though.
As you did.
We never said goodbye.
© stephanie pepper, 2013
Pretty little daylily,
so gay, so bright...
why do you timidly close
all your colorful petals
to hide in the darkness
of the brooding night?
Stella De Oro
One beautiful daylily..
Bloom bees landing strip
Daylily casualty
Robins flocking in the yard
Purification
***I lost a daylily to grub worms and the Robins love grubs and worms. The last two days the robins have been all over my yard eating worms and grubs.....poetic justice!!
One year when I was a child I was walking in the yard and army worms were every where....I run in side and tell mom then I go back out and worry that they will eat all our vegitation....shortly a flock of birds by the thousands comes along and eats up the worms it was like a blessing and yet it happend so fast I don't think my parents really believed me.
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