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Midwinter’s blush—not born of frost,
but coaxed from shadows when days shrink
to slivers. A star-shaped constellation
pressed between panes, each scarlet leaf
a silent flare against winter’s gray.
Some call it flor de Nochebuena,
flower of the Holy Night~
as if crimson could hold reverence,
as if a plant remembers angels
or the weight of a child’s breath.
Yet here it stands: unbothered by theology,
a bold geometry of joy.
Watch how its gold-tipped stamens
ignite like votives~
not praying, simply being light.
a bouquet …
exquisitely exquisite
like naught else on this gilded planet
blooming on tender branches
supple and swaying
‘una flor fragante’
silken and sweet
pink petals open to entice … entirely
it’s lilt, aromatic
whirls thoughts like an eggbeater into
a carnal chaos
it’s synergy directing a
divine dermal dissolution of discretion
bane of the omnipotent
the fearless turned fools for its magic …
and madness …
inviolate or prurient
it has made kings out of paupers
twisted wills to wars
spun orbs on their axes
and made the universe of unions
ache for its aspect
the imperfect perfection of its
bewildering allurement
and the satiny seduction of
it’s beguiling floret -
the flower …
feminine.
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with GALA AI software )
Among an arcade of arching willow,
multiplying in clusters of lilac confetti.
Enchanting petals droop from twin stems,
tantalisingly diffusing an alluring aromatic scent.
Hardy climbing vines, cascading from above,
yielding a timeless grace of floral splendour.
Sparkling in sunlight with leaves of khaki, i
testament of enduring spirit of flora.
Esta habitación
tiene su color,
agrio y sucio
con olvido gris.
Tengo una lista,
lista de todo.
Cajas, papel,
tiza y pis.
Mi soledad
es eterna aqui.
Ni mis hermanos
bailan así.
Ni mamá,
ni papá,
solo arañas
y ratas hay.
¿Por qué?, ¿por qué?
Danzo bajo luz
de luciernagas
color azul.
¿Por qué? , ¿por qué
silencio hay?
En esta nube
sobre el mar.
Oh no, oh no,
mi cuerda apagó.
Oh no, oh no,
mi vestido
es rojo.
Rojo, rojo,
¿esto es miedo?
Rojo, rojo,
adiós al mundo.
Flor, flor, flor hay.
Espero volver,
y en tu mano
mi cuerda poner.
Dress De Flor
Red Gladiolus
is the flower of August,
fashion fabulous.
A dressmakers dream?
Spaghetti stringed halter top,
and blouson waistline
Made of real flowers?
Fabrics wired to flare-up,
then crimped and dyed red.
The store owner's son
placed an order for a gown.
Dressmakers fear him.
"I want to impress,
have it ready by Sunday"
For your fiancée?
I’ll start right away.
"It’s for her bridal shower.
Just have it ready"...
..."I’m back for the dress.
It looks just like the picture.
I’m surely impressed.
How will she sit down?"
Just not on her derrière,
There was no time left
I Worked day and night
With the few days you gave me
Forgive me please sir.
Best for her to stand all day.
Flor da Sabedoria
A flor da...
da sabedoria...
resplandece na alma,
guia a vida
com luz,
leva a calma.
Seria o tempo
o grande mestre,
ou seria a alma?
Nunca é o tempo!
no diálogo eterno,
entre as palavras,
e a pausa...se revela,
no palco da vida...
almas de luz
iluminam
e dançam
sempre de tudo
mais e mais.
Conviver
Dona Dalva,
flor no alto:
conviver contigo
é hino, é poesia
e sim,
tu és fonte
de força,
e compaixão.
Dona Dalva,
suas virtudes
enfeitam os dias
e as horas,
com perfume
de jasmim,
na convivência,
és tu,
a vida sempre
melhor,
mais e mais.
Rosa
Dona Dalva,
é Rosa,
é mulher de valor,
seu espírito
é uma canção
de amor.
Dona Dalva,
seu sorriso
é uma flor,
com perfume
de bondade,
e carinho doador,
és a Rosa dos Ventos,
a dar cor
e movimentos
nas vidas que toca.
Rosa
Dona Dalva,
é Rosa,
é mulher de valor,
seu espírito
é uma canção
de amor.
Dona Dalva,
seu sorriso
é uma flor,
com perfume
de bondade,
e carinho doador,
és a Rosa dos Ventos,
a dar cor
e movimentos
nas vidas que toca.
Valor
Dona Dalva,
no coração
é uma flor,
e na mão
tudo que
leva valor;
sua ação
é um abraço,
sua palavra
é conexão,
é pura atenção.
Dona Dalva,
na simplicidade
e no toque,
o mundo
se encontra,
a cada dia,
mais e mais
amor cultiva.
FLOR DE` LUNA
tuned into Luna’s song, pipes of vine voice briefly night’s moon bloom divine
Before corporate café`s took over and Starbucks became so ubiquitous, on every corner of your city, small business cafés thrived. There was Antique Row Café Ave; four café`s that stood alongside each other, noted for their unique furniture and boasted their own peculiar interior. The antique row cafés were so cool, as you could amble around and observe intriguing artifacts and some for sale, and pictures of famous stars whom you grew up with. Very nicely decorated.
Tiperillo, sweet and husky tobacco smoke ascending from golden ashtrays, and lava lamps bohemian chic—purple plush couches, and stylish bars. We met twice a week, Flor, Cece, and I, and a few other college buddies. We studied, shared ideas and asked one another for advice.
I met Joey the manager of the café’s, resembling a young Salvador Dali`. He answered my questions about the unique and endearing bar café`s his father once owned, before they were drowned out under the heavy hand of corporate takeover. Hoping one day they’ll return with their indispensable charm and upbeat youthful ambiance. Until then it’s corporate dull and uncomfortable seating at the Starbucks!
Agora
Você,
quando estiver
conversando
com alguém,
converse,
quando estiver
olhando
para uma flor,
olhe,
agarre a beleza
do momento e,
quando trabalhar,
faça sempre
mais e mais.
Normal
Desde sempre,
a normalidade
é uma estrada
boa de andar,
mas nenhuma
flor cresce nela.
Ouse, vá
ver flores,
enquanto caminha
no inexplorado
e faz mais
e mais.
DRUMMOND
Oh Drummond,
how were you so straight
being so gauche...
FERNANDO
Oh Fernando,
you were so many people
in one poet!
GABRIELA FLOR DE VIENTO
Oh Gabriela,
I always knew
Mistral was your wind...
FLORBELA FLOWER
O My Lazio flower
you beat sadness
sprouting exquisite poetry!
VINICIUS
Oh singing poet
You were from a tender little poet
a great poet...
PS tribute to Carlos Drumond - Brazil
Fernando Pessoa - Portugal
Gabriela Mistral - Chile
florbela Espanca- Portugal
Vinícius De Moraes - Brazil
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