Looking into her eyes,
Standing feeling paralysed,
Waiting for her to realise,
The things I idealise.
Trying to show my love that is plentiful,
Being a friend fully dutiful,
Because her love is meaningful.
There's pain behind my smile,
But I'll never be hostile,
Always running the mile, so I can see her smile.
I love her but that is not returned,
No matter how much I yearned.
Abundant sunshine warms the day
Beauty delights, colors
call the soul to explore spring's gifts
Dappled woods, jonquils' butter
Echoing birds from tender limbs
Fabulous scents waft gently
Gorgeous sunrise transforms the scene
Habitats worked intently
Idealise the beauty of blooms
Jonquils, tulips flower
Keynotes to springs' vivacity
Luscious scents empower
Magnificent artistry lures
Narcissus white invites
Opulent scent streams forth in waves
Penetrating the night
Question not the wisteria's grace
Relish the beauty seen
Springform pan releases explosion
Tumbling out shades of green
Uninterrupted spring flows on
Validating rebirth
With wonder the world looks on
Xenopus gives birth
Yearly the splendor captivates
Zestiest season when love dates
Xenopus__An African clawed frog
Written: February 13, 2015
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Contest: Abecedarian
Theme: Spring
Finis'
One plus one equal to
two.
I early knew how to
do.
But why did you
dossed at dorm?
which caused my
sudden brain storm.
O foolish brain that
wither and gain like
decidious tree.
You allowed my final
answer to be three
and the customer to
peep and peep into
my eyes.
A devil he may
idealise.
How repair the eyes,
cried themselves to blindness,
to bid them visualise anew
through ghetto-blurred unkindness?
How repair the mind,
dried with dust and sadness,
so it may idealise again,
dispel the clouds of madness?
How repair the skin,
torn and rent asunder,
that it will energise again,
inflamed with blood and thunder?
How repair the soul,
when it burns and bleeds,
to force it sermonise once more
when Satan holds the deeds?
How repair the heart
that dreams depend upon,
feel it synchronise with time
when life is dead and gone?
I will from cold ashes rise,
triumphant as no other,
on wings of faith and urban hymns,
the phoenix has a brother.