POTD~
In the misery of a paler grey nightfall
she blinks like citrine glazed along walls,
Ivy of Boston flaunts her shimmer without guilt
as palette of amber claims her lustrous glides
slithering with her bohemian lift,
rosette flesh blushing in chilled breeze.
Social climber this paramour, whirling
among plants wanton wild ,
trickles of mist freckle palms of curled leaves-
stem for stem-- translating the language of time,
of how branches relish herbage flow
as my wet hands paddle my dusky breaths
through mid-evening's freeze.
How her alchemy draws gasping sighs
more red than red could ever tease,
and that gypsy's heat...leaving mortals
in awe-...that her fluid pose seems to jut out
from a glass frame to rush forth with all
her womanly senses gushing, snaking,
writhing in the middle of ghastly, boney winter
meant to return on the edge of wild abandon,
enticing men with her faceted charm
never ever the same each time.
Categories:
herbage, passion, winter,
Form: Free verse
I can often (sometimes) almost
feel it.
It’s not a place, not anywhere,
not heaven sent or given.
Sometimes it’s a soft sticky fig,
on the back of the tongue
or a color that should be painted
but nobody has yet.
It’s like the thought of home,
a wide ribbon of encircling rings
each of them a trick of the light,
but you know that light,
you know that presence,
it’s the smoky herbage of a love
beyond the desiring of it.
Then again it’s the soft smell
of autumnal woods
or simply just some noodle soup
she makes for you
when you’re tired and sick.
Categories:
herbage, poetry,
Form: Free verse
the scotch pine looks white
herbage seem to poke at him ---
snow nostalgia
08 December 2022
Winter Nature Themed Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Categories:
herbage, nature, seasons, winter,
Form: Haiku
I found a chateau lawn once, teeming with charm
A MAZE it was, growing cluttered yet it had an air
Of much lushness TURNING the space into a hued mantle;
Where PATHS of herbage, bluebells, camellias sashayed
Like a vintage GARDEN set on cobblestone and ivy WALL.
Touches of grass here... firs, and jasmines there bloomed
Like shabby elegance which was never designed--
On the aisle, a SINUOUS bend led me to a wishing well
Creating a playful mood for birdsongs' rhythmic trills,
While dragonflies wheeled in pirouetted flight
That I, LOST in this finery recalled springtime glee
When my cousins' roguish play of hide-and-seek,
Mirrored their frolic, TWISTING reeling among weeds:
O reminisces gushed of colored florets TRAPPED
Within their scratched arms made me dream again,
About a youth's lawn which held me enthralled...
This wondrous PUZZLE of discovery I now keep, on my mind!
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Maze--19 Word Challenge Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart
6/28/2020
Categories:
herbage, garden, memory,
Form: Light Verse
Sun's flames burn through hazy, midday heat
Raising fierce winds -- dusty, choking ...
Fiery orb descending toward horizon's lair
~ Ghostly white moon rises, painted on low-ceilinged sky
Bare, brown patches spread, invading once-proud green mantles
Parched blades wither, yielding to ceaseless daily inroads
Of blighted blotches, rank weeds, strangling lush herbage
~ Signs of fading Summer's sad soliloquies
Flowers vanish, decapitated stick figures
Barren, beheaded stalks, twisting, turning
On their ghastly way, headless horsemen of the day
~ Sere petals grinning, decked out in obsolescence
Moist green leaves prematurely crinkle brown
Unmoored from twig or branch, breeze by
Face up, now capricious, flip over, nurse Earth's bosom
~ Signs of fading Summer's sad soliloquies
Crickets' symphonies screech endlessly
Fireflies lanterns flicker on-off, on-off, on-off
Abrupt descent of Humidity's airless curtain
~ Summer soliloquies' soundless denouement
Categories:
herbage, farewell, nature, sad, summer,
Form: Free verse
Long time ago, in lonesome youth shine
In a wonder state of boykind
Making paper pontoons
Skying an oar, in a creek lagoon
On a yummy, afternoon
In swampy, draconian, water spittoon
The artsy-crafty, paper tub boat
I heedlessly, knacked, to float
Voraciously, rocked and rolled
Swiftly, into wet slimy herbage
Between crying, wet, musty edges
Cruising, murmuring, delicate, breezes
While under perpetual, shiny, sky
With a calming, breeze, high
My desolate vessel going bye-bye
Sailing, sailing away
Like the days, that passed
When once, a young spirited sass
Categories:
herbage, youth,
Form: Free verse
Sweet the bounty imbuing the meadow
With ripened fruits, herbage, and oats,
And children raise their baskets under lush trees
To pick pluck nectar of mid-autumn’s regale...
While older folks round up for a grateful song
Delighting in tokens from the horn of plenty,
Where scent of crops brews on lit abodes
Until breaths deepen warmly upon fertile yield,
Relishing the heap from nature's soil.
~
Then reeling unto sunset's fest
Dusk imparts joyful revelry
As landscape blooms , a starlit crest
While Harvest moon enlivens earth.
~
In this rich season …
voices whisper, “ Oh praise be,
dear blessed heaven!”
For Kim Rodrigues' Cornucopia Contest
11/18/2017
Categories:
herbage, blessing, celebration, thanks,
Form: I do not know?
Lost In Dark Silent
When I look back the silent darkness
I had left in the deep woods
a long ago
where I had planted few seeds
of my memories to grow
but I found those seeds grown
with thorns of exasperation and annoyance
when I fondled those plants
I felt the prick of thorns
my broken heart felt shock
that chimes of buds missing
chink of leaves of oak
and alpine disappearing
rustle of gust of winds fading away
susurration of herbage die down
tinkle of poplar branches falling silent
now I am back in the woods
to get lost into silent darkness
and invite
chimes of buds to titillate my cheeks
chink of leaves of oak and alpine
to tickle my lips
rustle of gust of winds '
to pamper my poetic feelings
susurration of herbage
to croon me a lullaby
and wish that I were lost
in the golden memories of
olden days in the silent darkness again
(Kishan Negi)
Categories:
herbage, emotions, nature, spiritual, ,
Form: Prose Poetry
Back age of brute creation 'n herbage beholders
Hominoids have stayed for bodiless years
Jumbled brains on battered shoulders
With rash of lacking space frontiers
On brief planet lay all the bone souvenirs
For countless, covered bodies in shallow earth tomb
Whilst' sun winks like the star
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust gloom
In an overcast front of sky afar
Protected in the bosom of Spirit’s immortal reservoir
Categories:
herbage, death,
Form: Quintain (English)
My heart lays within the burrow.
In the stillness of this place there is beauty, its envelopes the terrain.
Softness is embodied in the rich colors of both shade and hue.
Lush emerald herbage, grass swaying within the current that embraces you.
Twilight, a glistening blanket ensnared within the ebony backdrop.
There is an abundance of life, it thrives in the meadow.
To the wolves who bay.
To the coyotes that cackle.
There is life within the burrow.
May you play in the evergreen for an eternity, your mind privy to time.
Chase the swiftness of the jack rabbit, paw at passing fireflies.
Nestle yourself among the comforts of the vegetation, embrace both warmth and wonder.
Incarnate is this place.
For my heart lays within the burrow and as do you, as do you
Categories:
herbage, animal, appreciation, best friend,
Form: Ballade
Bamboo Tree
26 February 2012
Evergreen tree-like green herbage
Abounding woody stems travelling upwards
In a flick, moments-of-memory refuse to cede
At the sound of rustling leaves, pay off a reverie
Pliant in face of neither storms nor monsoons
It just sways and bends but never lose its elegance
Misty outside and leafing out to commune
Submissive to nature’s onrush by its restless dance
As the wind blows in every direction
Unmindful are we to disregard nature’s course
God’s invitation to see and listen into its perfection
On how each sight and sound heal one’s scarce
Bamboo nodes strengthen its stem
Each step is a faint for its humble growth
Interaction – a never dying language for ecosystem
Find comfort to its shadows as a token of troth
Not built for eternity but new shoots will replace
To repeat its vow to shed green leaves to procreate
An inseparable companion to give refuge and embrace
For all passing guests finding a way to relate
Noel N. Villarosa
Categories:
herbage, green, inspirational, life, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Hollow herbage grows.
Lifting spear shaped blades skyward.
Trim necessity!
Categories:
herbage, nature, work
Form: Haiku