Summer Host a Jamboree
Summer hosts a party – a JAMBOREE!
Sends out engraved floral invitations
Annual pageant ~ ~ ~ blooms wear filigree
Ruffled pansies…deep purple impatiens.
Poppies perform - these highway troubadours
Butterscotch daisies festoon o p e n roads,
Popcorn blooms BuRsT – celebration’s UP-roar!!!
Music :) merriment :), through coral bells flows.
A fiesta of flowers twirl in jubilees
Dandelion meadows - ^_^ galas of golds
Waves of colors sway in sunflower seas
Carnivals of roses in crimsons u n f o l d s
Coming out party - a lavish $oiree -
So much to celebrate each summer day.
In a fairy garden magic grows
amid creeping vines and velvet moss.
Impatiens red
Lobelia blue
Tiny houses peep out from leaves
where Spring bulbs sleep there deep beneath
At twilight -- sparks of light rise up
fairies of fireflys' ?
I 'll let you guess
the secret of my happiness.
Relax, child, we have some wiggle room
waiting for impatiens to bloom
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 a 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!
gorgeous purple impatiens
deep rooted, holding up the river
revered by lily pads
honored by orange and white koi
I follow their lead and take a photo
of course it could never equal the real thing
the serene feelings of reverence of the landscape
they are three-dimensional goddesses if you ask me
Clap your hands, sing with joy for warm spring is here.
Swallows are the first to arrive now the sky is clear,
Purple Martins perform aerial acrobatics
To snap up flying insects as is their tactics.
Chickadee small and pretty songbirds enthral
But the goldfinch is the most beautiful of all.
Below a dazzling garden so well designed,
Each patch adorned with fragrant flowers all lined
With special flowers of every marvellous pansies,
And in each patch, you'll find flowers which one fancies,
Impatiens, begonias, petunias, delightful in the breeze,
While all around work is began by pollination by the bees.
28 April 2022
Spring Rhyme - 8-12 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Placed 2
forty degrees
north icy winds flow across the land
impatiens freeze
Nothing was the same
now that it was summer!
Parched blades of once-green grass
crackle in the dry wind, as purple
impatiens impatiently wait for their daily bath
from the hot rubber hose.
Strangers bond in this strange drought, complain
about the heat while mopping brows with tank top ends.
Kids stage wars against boredom with squirt guns and
captive sprinklers.
Afternoon naps beneath cool cotton sheets offer
an excuse to re-energize. Laziness is acceptable;
relaxing on lawn chairs necessary.
Nothing was the same;
summer changed everything!
There were skies onyx at night... moons by day...
lakes pale as her eyes... breathless winds
undressing tall elms; ... she would say
that we loved, but some book said we'd sinned.
Soon impatiens too fiery to stay
sagged; the crocus bells drooped, golden-limned;
things of brightness, rinsed out, ran to gray...
all the light of that world softly dimmed.
Where our feet were inclined, we would stray;
there were paths where dead weeds stood untrimmed,
distant mountains that loomed in our way,
thunder booming down valleys dark-hymned.
What I found, I found lost in her face
by yielding all my virtue to her grace.
Originally published by Romantics Quarterly as "A Dying Fall"
Bleeding Heart plants weep
silent tears in Spring's gush
as cherry blossoms shed crepe petals
like ashes of roses wafting
from ardent fire.
Blood tears droop scarlet despair
while lilacs and budding strawberries
preen the first exultation of shy apples,
blushing in new euphoria of Spring.
Rhododendrons pale
at May's trail of Hansel-and-Gretel crumbs
pirouetting like ballet slippers
in capricious winds that blow
like impatiens' teasing kisses,
leading daylight to a warm reflection
giggling on a docile pond's lucid waters.
I drank bottles
of potent optimism,
trampling impatiens
in the garden bed.
In love's labyrinth
I stumbled in the hedges,
emerging to disengorge
in a plaster fountain
under a starless sky.
I awoke a sloth
in morning's garish chasm,
the silent telephone blooming
like a black orchid.
Red Feather speaks,
A brave Indian Chief with a weakness -
Red Feather speaks with flowers.
With ESP he purrs to purple violets
Of their exquisite beauty
Pleasing his quietest hours.
Pink and tender impatiens seem to defy
Rough round artichokes
For their space in his sighs.
And in the grass a seductive dandelion
Leaves its fluff upon his moccasins,
In a world with no guarantees.
Then like a gentle sudden puff of wind,
Restored, Red Feather slips into the night
And whispers his friends to sleep.
Blades whisper
as I walk the grass
Impatiens blush
Wisteria hides
behind lavender
dreadlocks
As dawn peeks
above roof tops
a timid breeze
touches my cheek
and May's shy kiss
brushes
my silent lips
1st Place
June Standard Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Submitted 5/30/17
While walking down a lovely street
A tourist looking for place to eat
I spotted a variety of pretty flowers
Of which I stared at for hours
Looking through the crape myrtles
I spotted a very large mock turtle
Beside the impatiens I could see
A butterfly land on the side of a tree
Looking up into the deep blue sky
A colony of seagulls were flying by
One landing on a Victorian gable
Another landing on a balcony table
And when I reached the Lobster House
I spotted a covey of ruffed grouse.
Flower Bed
Once bold,
bright
yellow
now, fuzzy white.
Planted by chance of wind,
unlike the impatiens
flourishing in the shade.
Blow far away.
Swelter in the sun,
in fear of being spotted
lodged between rocks,
or in a crack of a driveway.
Perhaps, a child may mistake you
for a flower,
in his ignorance
of youth.
While shedding petals,
always to be a rose.
Surely, a thorn to a dandelion,
removed from the garden of beauty.
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