Flowered man has a real name maybe
but none of us has every known it
We all call him the flowered man
he has lived on our block for years
we never see him in the winter
he materializes in April and disappears in July
He is followed by butterflies
they know him in ways we never will
maybe because they are kinder than us
Or maybe because he is not real
part of my imagination
I am not sure if anyone else sees him
under the blue flowered moon
i am both lost and found
the light spills over my skin
washing away every scar
in this moment i am whole
i remember the nights
when the moon was just a sliver
barely there in the dark sky
and i longed for more light
to guide me through the shadows
but now, under this blue flowered moon
i see that even in darkness
there is beauty, there is hope
even in our most broken moments
we can find light, we can heal
so i dance under the blue flowered moon
my heart wide open to all its magic
for in this moment, anything is possible
under this moon, i am free
Inspiration flowered by chance for free
as did this collage for me
Asphalt black gets blacker still
In the total calm, sounds disappear
Wind gives up the sin of motion
Ocean tides know no boundaries
Only the pain of waves slapped back
Over the top, tippy top of mountains
Whispering over times broken spine
Step lightly. Feel the darkness there
Fill in the crevasses of the demised
It is wise to remain in silence
Snow rocked slopes grow into boulders
Once upon a drift they failed to fall
Into sleep, through no fault known
And through no fault of their own
See gray in a world gone immobile, inert
Wonder through the buried concrete slabs
Find another tunnel less dug by minors
The age of consent is over and done
Asphalt black is getting blacker every day
In the total calm there is only silence
To love you in every fairest moment
and kiss you tenderly in pure delight
to yearn for you when you are absent
and hold you closer in shadowed light
love keeps us fondly in a warm embrace
as dreams within the heart become unsealed
passion will become a familiar face
beneath the sun's flowered fragrant field
we'll be devoted when our arms entwine
like tender green leaves hold the morning's dew
in the dawn soft glow your eyes always shine
hummingbirds slow their flight when they see you
the true beauty found in love is so clear
a bond to be until we disappear
Yellow flowered woman hiding among buttercups galore
Knew how to tidy up every crevice, crack and eyesore
We knew better than to fawn, admire, compliment or adore
She did not believe in flattery, felt it was dishonest, did abhor.
Yellow flowered woman came out in April every year.
She was a friend to grasses, daffodils, and delightful deer.
Her goal was to most of nature lovers abundantly clear.
She uplifted spring, gave buttercups and lilies a big cheer.
tropical blooming
a provision of flowers
in the mind's and hearts
~
for our mind's heart
with a bouquet of florals
warms my soul and heart
2/13/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
For some of us, the dream of love
is tender as a seed
which, sown in fertile hopeful minds,
grows common as a reed.
A stalwart grass, with no rare scent;
no fancy blooms to see;
no passion’s rose, it merely stands
with nothing grand to be.
It shelters me, this simple reed
that slightly bends in breeze.
But winds of lust I do not feel,
to bring me to my knees.
And taste of bliss I do not know;
I dream the fantasy,
for fertile minds can still create
a rose through poetry.
Strand Completely New(6),Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest
Why not create a flowered horse?
Not fully convinced I threw away the idea
Several weeks in a row, then a month or two
Horses are difficult to draw!
But my muse kept returning to my dendrite highway.
A flowered horse would be terrific! She said.
Persisting, insisting, tenacious as any muse can ever be.
At last I relented for she was getting louder.
As you may guess the end results pleased me
more than I ever cared to let on.
It is not wonderful to have a muse
Who thinks they always know better than you do.
Fertile Flowered Heart
The flower of your heart;
Sprouts and grows apart;
Reaches your mind, and imparts
Caresses your outer marks
Sprouts and grows apart;
Such a pure and loving heart
Caresses your outer marks
Good and awesome
Such a pure and loving heart
Reaches your mind, and imparts
Good and awesome
The flower of your heart;
1/7/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020
sunflower growing
in the moment of nature~
bulls eye for the bee
5/24/19
For Writing Challenge 3, May 2019, Nature Haiku Poetry Contest
Haiku poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
The face that was familiar is no more
Yet in my dreams ,we amble through bright fields
Where cornflowers and blue linseed softly grow
The face that was familiar is no more
The emptiness and loss, confused, real
The face that was familiar is no more
Yet in my dreams ,we wander through flowered fields
The hand that once held mine I still do feel
Warm with tapered fingers and hard nails
That death was near you did not then reveal
The hand that once held mine I still can feel
The memory impressed like iron or steel
You were growing colder,oh,so pale.
The hand that once held mine I think I feel
Warm with tapered fingers and hard nails
Oh how your brown eyes light up the sky
Lifting my heart as if it could fly
Singing such a beautiful lullaby
When our love floats like a butterfly
I see myself glowing up on high
When the wind blows our hearts ignite
Where They will blossom day and night
When the sun shines so heavenly bright
Our love flies high into the light
Taking flight before it disappears out of sight
Everything between us just flowered from the start
Finding you has been the most amazing part
When your stunning brown eyes surrounded my heart
Allowing our love to grow
Together not apart
With your love wrapped around me
laying it all down to lye
Meeting in the middle
Your eyes falling on to mine
Baby your love hits the bullseye
When we touch life becomes supersized
Never having to ask ourselves why
A love as powerful as ours will not pass us by
Having your heart next to mine
Makes my life so completely divine
Both of us walking the same line
Us together where you will always be mine
Where is my dream of love?
Basis of my search
Moving around the flowered plant
Trying to search her in my desire
My heart is a lonely garden
Looking for love birds
Free fly of the birds
And melodious cheers
My heart only need her melodeons rise
With the sunrise she do wake up
And open her beautiful eyes
And make my view
With the glimpse of beautiful sunshine
Her appear in my life
Accomplish my love dream
She is herself beauty of paradise
My happiness want to touch her lips
POET-ANURAG SHARMA
ADDRESS- DG-1 FLAT NO 27B
VIKAS PURI NEWDELHI-110018 INDIA
MO-8743082486, EMAIL- [email protected]
In Dreams, We Danced In Flowered Meadows
I wrote you, yet only to find silence
cast into shadows were clear sun once beamed
Was hiding so far away your defense
from my love that saddened earth and sky screamed
Where moonlight once graced our united stars
now empty sky holds its long, darkened veils
Polishing my hope, I ignore these scars
sending me through nights, red-hot burning hells
Stay alive, if need be wait in shadows
my heart endures, that Fate may give relief
In dreams, we danced in flowered meadows
WE AGAIN LOVE AND DEAR LIFE HOLDS NO GRIEF!
Writing you, to rekindle love's fire
upon ashes of its funeral pyre
R. J. Lindley
Feb. 23rd, 1975
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