Flowers grow, fragrance flows !
Diversity of. blossoms in Nature's kingdom :
Blooms in rows ..
Flowers ! Decent .
Bees to greet : Flowery wisdom !
Smell scent.
Nice, fine !
Blooms at random
shine .
Flowers glow, fragrance flows !
Bees to greet : Flowery wisdom
shine.
David "Davy" Crockett,
wore a coonskin cap not a pretty flowery locket.
Was he the "King of the Wild Frontier"?
The bears would hide from him in fear.
In 1834, David "Davy" Crockett published an autobiography, A Narrative of the Life of David Crockett of the State of Tennessee. Many have written about him.
love is like the radiant rose which nestles in the feathery moon...
love is like the bloomy violet of eternity..,
‘Hi ! Miss Floret ! Why are you in hurry ?’
‘ Oh , Dear ! Posy of flowers to carry.
Mom runs a flower shop.
My duty is to drop
flowers ! My days are bright and flowery .’
‘ So nice ! Whole day to be touched by flowers !’
‘ Yes Dear ! Upon me sweet smell to shower.
Flowers to distribute.
No problem absolute.
I am to deliver after school hours.
Also during holidays, extra bliss
My daily schedule I will never miss.
The full day to enjoy
offering love and joy.
Best gift for every being, her or his.
Fragrant, flowing fields of flowers.
Faitfhful friends, fantastic festival
Fittingly fresh, free, fertile fonds
Framed fortunes,forevermore!
4/19/2023
FLOWERY AT DAWN, WITHERED AT DUSK.
Summer today Fall before tomorrow
A youth today aged and frail tomorrow
If you live to age, maybe on a life borrowed
Happy at dawn, at Dusk we sleep in sorrow
Birthed in team only to exit in solo
My birth gave them joy
My demise tomorrow will leave them in sorrow
Many hidden pains
They don't know why I look pale
Eyes popping out of its socket
Not only for the money scarce in my pocket
I'm a wandering soul in the forest
Buying a little more time in my closet
After now I'll kick the bucket
I don't live the life that I love
Nor love the life that I live
Heard there's love in the air
And I wonder why I can't sniff any but hate
If I wake up to see tomorrow
Wait not further hour to say hello
The last smile I made
The last time I waved
And the last bye I said
May be the last of me to you
A memory you'll live with after I'm gone.
Goodnight to our beloved departed soul
The flowers ?? we had at sunrise but withered at sunset
You left, but live forever in our hearts
Goodnight foever
FM CONCEPTUAL ??
Flowery words portray an inflated ego, only impress the intimidated.
A paradise of nature eloquent flowers bouquets sculpted by a spiral maze:
that has yellow, orange, pink, red roses with a rich redolent scent phase
Lilies, lilacs tulips, daisies, daffodils, buttercups of bountiful blooms;
all have enchanted scents of fragrant perfumes to sniff then to choose
Love interludes does ensue with varying and vibrant exotic love cues;
red, white roses and purple azaleas and orchid bed gardens muse
Summer countryside morning-glory flowers are new to you:
wildflowers consisting of colorful shades and natural hues
Pluck pretty prime peonies, pincushions and pansies flowers;
this to deployed plentifully in a pretty precocious bridled shower
Rhododendrons, impatiens, tulips violets are lavish lush tributes:
flowers are a botany study and nature's romance "love divine institutes"
"Escribed here are the Floral flowery poetic tributes," a Floral salute!
Ladies' scents
so nice everywhere,
midst the hats.
Every style
making their unique statement,
like garden blossoms!
New reverend espouses ridiculously flowery verbose sermons
Congregation divides several times over the next few months
I stay, imagining they will get better, more down-to-earth, honest.
Pretty soon there are only two of us left.
We give each other shrugs and glances.
He does not ask for help.
So we remain silent.
Contributing to his failure.
FLOWERY
Flower is eager to greet
bee and butterfly to treat
their ardent thirst to meet
with juicy honey, so sweet.
07/29/21
' Flair and Fun Quartrain'
Contest by Caren Ktrutsinger
Not your average poet with flowery words
Quite down-to-earth will talk about turds
No wrong with that
From where I sat
Even birds poop at times on your head
Many poets write glorious imagery using flowery words
only three people know
two of them dead
one being Coleridge
the other Shakespeare
I hate them for knowing these words,
despise their guts out that they know how to implement them correctly.
I comment, knowing my comments are crude, banal, a joke at my expense.
These poets are too gracious to call me out.
They pretend that my words are suitable.
Luckily this sooths my pain
and helps me to not feel the need
to look up all of their words which I do not know.
Champagne glasses of delve roses, reds, yellows, whites, poses
and crystal brims as its hold,
Lilies, just plain lilies, yes, white lilies, galore, there here, there,
everywhere, who cares what hold
Pockets of marigolds lain in brevity resting on fresh fronds of gladiolas faint hold,
Violets of varied hues make no excuse for being so bold for baby breaths to hold,
Cattleya orchids of whites and yellows, greens and chartreuse, they are their hold,
They bring life to the gathering of couplets written in quaint deliveries on the hold of a quill's sonnet.
18 September 2019
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