Let one thousand flowers bloom
But choose one to your liking
What a beautiful watercolor loom
Where we can intertwine our lightning
The sepals must unfurl subtly
(then supplely) handle the pistil (Ahh!)
Stigma, style, pollen so lovely
Connecting anther and stamen by fistula
We are told to talk lovingly
to our plants, no trashing
I want to bee above this flower hovering
And give a good tongue lashing
Then I’ll bump a daisy
And for her garden an Arum Titan
Flowers blooming and nothings hazy
As we sail on to the horizon
A secret admirer sent fresh flowers
Through his good-looking gardener
The girl didn’t really know
That he couldn’t talk so
She kissed him with a “yes” answer.
The gardener pointed at the man
Waiting at the picnic grove’s stand
Making signs of his waiting
She said, "We’re coming!"
Sprang with joy as she held his hand.
While spring in air was gifting joy to the three
On a green grass under the Cassia Fistula Tree
The gardener played his flute
After the revelation of the truth
Then ran away when they saw the bee-colony.
Feb. 16,2022 6:43pm
For now they abide under the earth,
the bedded and dormant,
neither do they wake nor sleep,
but defer and endure
until a sun warmed air
percolates into countless
humming sepulchral lungs.
They are almost here,
the soil is erupting
with their tunneling wings.
They, the unearthing prophets
of tic-toc.
Then the great fistula
as the ground gives them up.
The whirlwind rustling
as trees are invested, claimed,
and proclaimed
in the great swarm
and rubbing-in of now.
Now they begin, the endless sounding,
the cacophony
the innate necessity;
each male a hollow abdomen, a sound box
for the drumming of membranous wing plates.
The brief coupling, then more,
unto death do they pour.
Eggs fall like mist to the ground.
Soon millions of seeded nymphs
will dig in
to begin again an ageless cycle of
species resurrection.
If ears could scream,
they would rend the air
with the shattered glass
of fracturing minds.
We who live as trees do
in the click and clack of their
desperate songs, must grow numb
or bury our senses deep
into our own earth;
try again to forget,
or not to count the long years
to the next pronounced awakening.
f
if folly is foolish enough
why not fall in
let fecund flatulence
form a fissure
and fistula for the family
to firmly fit in
foment a fued
function as fools
ferment frustration
and fuel the future with fear
find fellow followers
friends and flapping fiends
flailing in fallow fields
full of flotsam and fleas
phlegm and fumes
freaked and fainting
foul and dysfunctional
forever failing
famously futile
frankly fit to fry
finished with the fare
first and foremost
front and flexed
fleeing frustrated
into fetid formlessness
confess, confess
and f**k the firmament
cause it didn’t play fair.
a carvery the sadistical it plough the salt on pewter it swords poles, rods,
it makes that satic it means a Conan, it twilight it scourges, it raid the emcamp it ask not
a baby humanity it ask not in eye, it had it gouged out
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me slouch a i a child is made a man, he Wilders the post
be k be known it hunted humanity it body become of apple
The astronomer finds nothing
In the sky
But Morris' fistula
A tiny waist
Imaginary breast
Empower
Don't deflower her
Give her book
Not dick
Care for her lessons
Not her menses
Send her to the classroom
Not your bedroom
Give her book
Not dick
She needs literacy
Not early pregnancy
Education
Not ejaculation
A sense of honour
Not prolonged labour
A better future
Not vesico******l fistula
A pen is all she needs
Not a ***** nor kids
Save the girl child's pride
Don't make her a bride.
The flame of the forests blushing
In the dewy cool of the morning air.
Peach blossoms hearken spring’s arrival.
Comes summer, Amaltas golden bells ringing.
Forget me not, Magnolia’s lover.
Yesterday today tomorrow’s, bloom.
Together with the clouds, lightening
Thunder, eating away the blue skies.
O! Maulsari, it is you,
In your full grown majesty,
Bestowing those white star
Aromas, on my wee little world.
Chorosia, You naked white barked Mexican.
Have you no fear of winter charmers?
The fascinating ornaments you throw up,
Will wither as seasons change.
Alas , the birds have flown away.
The crusty leaves flutter in silence.
Masquerading Sarus, standing in defiance.
Waiting the deep winter calls.
Lord ! let me hibernate, till,
The springs bloom again.
Ref:
1. Butea Frondosa (flame of the forests)
2. Peach Dr. Hogg (Peach blossoms)
3. Cassia Fistula (Amaltas)
4. Myostis Palustris (Forget me not)
5. Magnolia Grandiflora (Magnolia)
6. Francesia Latifolia (Yesterday today tomorrow)
7. Mimusops Elengi (Maulsari)
8. Chorosia Specosia (Chorosia)
9. Cupressus Sempervirens (Sarus)
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