Snow prevails in the realms of Otherworlds,
And moonlit mortals imagine light flight.
Bright pink faery orbs float and dance upward,
Spirals in song producing bright delights.
At times, thought considers the other side.
Dreaming in the moment bestows lessons.
A flame amplifies the insightful mind,
And we learn to breathe in our own heavens.
The depth of the forest brings us fresh breath
While we try to fly the stellar Cosmos,
Doing all that we can to keep our health
While sparkling moonlight plays its song and glows.
Venerable Oaks and Hazels reach high,
Grounded on Earth, yet, bound to Raven's eye!
Categories:
hazels, angst, appreciation, death, deep,
Form: Sonnet
HAZELS in WINTER
While Winter yet prevails scarce changing state
With sun a slanted elevation gleam
Across the land the trees in patience wait
Their preparation moves in ways unseen
Yet Hazel with a prescience made fair
Decks boughs with pendant baubles: pale green bling
Like jewels of nature dangling in cool air
Precursors to full verdancy of Spring
Thus each and every species in its way
Enhances with diversity our world
Should wishes for equality hold sway
Conformance would repress, with freedom furled
While more of same will jade the richest yearning
Disparity will keep desire still burning
Categories:
hazels, nature,
Form: Sonnet
I do believe that God made all things right.
Let us rejoice for all is bright since God
In kindness made this world in harmony.
For look, is not the sea so full of food?
What would we do without sardines and whales?
And aren't our fields so full of corn and wheat?
Do not the trees grow fruit that satiates?
Could we stop eating apples all the time?
Our orchards are so full of tasty fare.
The forest praises, it purifies our air.
Thank God for palms, and oaks and stately spruce,
Bushy hazels and the silver birches,
The Lord created for our pleasure trees.
I know God's great creation were the birds.
I love so much to see them fly so high.
I am delighted by their melodies
and so admire their elegance in flight.
God, bless the wind in all its many forms
They clear the clouds and pollinate the trees.
Such forces God did not create in vain?
So full of joy, rejoice and bless the Lord.
It is a must to take good care. Praise God.
Placed 1
24 December 2021
''B'' Forms, 10 Plus lines Poetry Contest
Subject BELIEVE
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Categories:
hazels, nature,
Form: Blank verse
Art of falling atop roses,
Bedroom scented with vanilla...
Come Sweetheart! That’s for later,
Dear! Romance me with terms of
Endearment, sudden
Fear of falling in love all over again.
Gaiety of candlelight...I’m your sprite,
“Hello, over here…,”
I wiggle my fingers coquettishly.
Just you wait for dessert..wink.
Keep your hazels on me,
Love. I don’t
Mind our modest
Nest,
Our quiet
Place. Re- -
Quest a dance, my love,
Really
Slow.
Take me now
Under the stars.
Vanish with me to
Wild places… e- -
Xotic beaches. Tantalize
Your sprite with
Zabaglione* and berries.
2/14/2020
Caren Krutsinger’s ABECEDARIAN Poetry Contest
*pronounced za-bull-yo-nee
Categories:
hazels, sensual,
Form: Abecedarian
When I was small they had what was called a party line
Eavesdropping was fun and games
We would hear Mable and Hazel talking about
Clark Gable who none of us knew
We would sit for hours listening on the phone
Mable would tell Hazel how handsome he was
As we covered the phone and giggled
Both Mable and Hazel were married
But, neither were married to Clark Gable
Who was this mysterious man we wanted to know
Days passed by still listening and wondering
Thoughts ran through our tiny minds
Then my mother said:
Turn on the TV Clark Gable is on
With disappointment in our eyes
We knew no more eavesdropping
Clark Gable was just some dream guy
In Mable and Hazels eyes
Contest: Listen In
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Date Created: 12/10/2019
Categories:
hazels, childhood,
Form: Free verse
Hazel Tree Sonnet
My wild subconscious mind has given me
And I would seek to know what it intends
In dream, the seeming of a hazel tree
Please talk to me of hazel trees, my friends
I keened for wisdom, and in answer got
To keep me from the dark and poverty
An Ogham tree, a nutshell, wand, or what
Please talk, my friends, of hazel trees to me
I hear you say the truth is mine to find
Within myself, or high up on a hill
But dearest friends, if you be good and kind
Please talk to me of hazels, if you will
And I will listen, and make sense of it
Ye Gods, my friends! I have a sonnet writ!
© Gail Foster 15th November 2017
Categories:
hazels, hope, inspiration, magic, muse,
Form: Sonnet
It was dark
Yet there stood light
We found our way
Into the night
Covered in lace
Yet skin all bare
Struggling without care
For that very gold
The night whispered our names
And then we took flight beyond the hazels
In a different world we were found.
Until this very moment we finally did break the yoke
Life for us had been a big bad joke
Categories:
hazels, age, appreciation, life, lost,
Form: Classicism
Midnight Secrets*
In the dark, I came alive
~tonight
I found my way
~into the light
Camouflage in lace, my skin glisten,
Towards the wind, I listen!
Skin of envy and gold,
My limbs suddenly unfold,
Gracefully I follow the air,
I found myself without a care,
Every moment, every feeling felt erotically insane,
Seductively, the night whispers my name,
A freedom flight
~into the night.
My breast, not of a little girl
Beyond the hazels, into another world
My life until this point had been a riddle
My fingers slither, a play without a fiddle
Circles with motion,
Vibrations and self-soothing lotion,
I touch myself gently,
Thinking of you relentlessly,
Looking around,
The night echoes a whimpering sound,
I want to see, and embrace the secrets inside me,
I squeeze the damp enigma charcoal sheets-
Moaning and moaning, repeatedly.
Tucking my silk pillows, groping my knees,
I rub my lids slowly, satisfactorily complete,
Falling back into the realm of counting sheep.
~Tonight
Categories:
hazels, relationship, riddle,
Form: Ottava rima
My earth, my mother!
You wrapped your self
In the vesture of selfless eyes
I dub you it divine,
In your comity letter
To the green mountains
And scars in the mug of the ocean
I heard your voice
Far from my mother’s womb
In the splendid beauty of your hearth
The grasses grow
To uphold it
They disguised you
From your creator’s face
At their first plump in Eden
My earth, my mother!
They tempted you like a rhino
Your bald pate,
…Mélange of green hazels
Our groceries,
You spewed on us
A zephyr of honor;
You marched, a colossal
Bearing both bodies in arms
The good, the bad, the ugly;
My earth, my mother!
Your red card
Dethroned the Old Nick
He lopped your efforts
And called it a mad man’s snack
On your beauty he bestowed
An utter disdain,
My earth, my mother
At the heavens’ tears
You heaves out you green talents;
A shade upon our noggins
I am clear in your mind,
You silent voice
Shall make man melt away
As they prepared me
To live in a painful pleasure
Categories:
hazels, beauty, beauty, green,
Form: I do not know?
HAZELS KITCHEN
How many meals have we children eaten there?
Although possible to count, it’s vaporized in thin air.
Zilch is not the number and we don’t have a clue,
Eating was foremost but mom had other offerings too.
Longing as we do for her kitchen’s sights and sounds,
Scarcely any scraps ever left for neighboring hounds.
Kings’ never ate better and it’s very easy to see,
I just look in the mirror at the extra inches on me.
This little lady knew more than just how to cook.
Calmly speaking without hesitation or a second look,
“Heavenly Father, bless this food.” reverential in mood.
Each word gave us a lesson, in her non-musical etude.
Now mom cooks in heaven waiting for us to arrive.
Categories:
hazels, food, inspirational, mothermom, mom,
Form: Acrostic
I look into her hazel eyes and see everything that lies beneath.
I see all her happiness and all her pain.
The secrets that she shares only with me.
Secrets that bring her both joy and sadness.
I see her pain and wish that I could feel it for her.
I see her hazel eyes water and shed tears
As I kiss her tears away.
I hold her in my arms, sure to never let anything harm her.
I make sure to never let her go.
She tells me that she never will.
She looks at me with her hazels eyes,
Showing me how much she loves me.
Her eyes tell so much,
And so much that I wish to know.
Knowing that in time I will know everything.
Until then all I can do is protect her.
Hold her in my arms, kiss her soft lips
And stare into her beautiful hazel eyes.
Categories:
hazels, love, me, kiss, me,
Form: I do not know?