There is an invasive plant
that has crept across our land
Won't use chemical removal
gotta pull it all by hand
This seemingly innocuous creeping runner
goes by the botanical name Calissia
And when it has all gone, perhaps the chorus for a song
Hey!! I'm never gonna miss-ya
Often quiet evenings, when I read,
Memories of you softly intrude
Times when you were my only need
Heady days of a love we pursued
and saw only in glasses rose hued.
Thoughts surface I wish would move on,
as unknown others invade my sleep.
They are interlopers, quickly spawned,
spreading fantasies that grow and creep,
like tangled vines invading my sleep.
Dreams of you lie easy on my eyes
memories tossed and tumbled with time.
Although the past may wear a disguise
discarding thoughts we'd like to decline
I like thoughts of you caressing mine
Memories are stored of long-ago past,
as your sweet face invades my mind
with sunshine days that will always last.
They're a treasure we happened to find
while intrusive thoughts are left behind.
Peter in the summer morning sun
his cool smile shaded by shadows run
his voice as soothing as coffee’s scent
tell me he wasn’t heaven sent
Peter of Malibu moss and Spanish rose
his lips like light-coral, in kissable repose
his legs slouched akimbo, like a tiger’s limbs
how I long to re-entangle myself in them.
Peter’s quick caress, on windy Tropez beaches
aren’t men the most delightful, of nature's invasive species?
I miss the jeweler’s precision, of his warm and playful hands
and how the sun slowly gifted him, with a model’s golden tan.
Peter sipping coffee under a brittle, New Haven sun,
his rough laugh following something silly I’d done.
There’s no cryptic, localized pathology, happening at the beach,
when the two of us are together, our worlds just seem complete.
.
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Songs for this:
What the World Needs Now by Tori Holub & James Wilkas
be mine by strongboi
Toxic darts unveil,
Dominating land is mine
Greed is on the line.
As our human population increases
we risk becoming an invasive species.
We are spreading with speed
like an unwelcome weed,
so native creatures are suffering decreases.
her hair is all over the place
wackadoodle with curls
filling up the space between chairs
stiff burgundy and black locks
twirling around the bottom of our feet
Which would have been okay in normal heat
It is ninety-two degrees in here.
So her wackadoodle hair is slightly irritating
to those of us who have to watch how we move our chairs.
what is the true pattern of consciousness in this immense universe?
how far into the overwhelming breach has awareness been dispersed?
in the depths of exhaustion, the dark silent stillness nourishes me
universe is full of entities which act surreptitiously
from ignition, our sun has shown each second of every cosmic day
particle exchange has long been the source of our universe's headway
those traits which exemplify humans have uneven distribution
we reside in the crucible of universal evolution
constant flow within our cosmos is mainly a matter of valence
we expand level of consciousness through reality's surveillance
earthly prophets proclaiming simplicity makes words more persuasive
biota which our planet has generated became invasive
providing sudden realization existence is pervasive
life had become a flat line
a once wonderful rhythm
ceased to pulsate
not even palpitations
pressure had won over
struggling on
depression self-harm
cognitive dysfunction
one final cut
then he touched her heart
excised rotten valves
replaced them with joy
bypassed clots of despair
offered new lease of love
sleeping beauty woke up
from deep slumber
when the surgeon
closed the wounds
she bore her scars with
gratitude and pride
10th September 2021
Contest: The One Who Touched My Heart
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
loathsome creatures
their evolution stunted
the Harvey species
Invasive...a technological storm that reigns
Voices of the rapist silent sound is its name
Unwillingly...there is nothing here left to explain
Monitored remotely by those who laugh at the shame
Individuality...split into so many different things
Riding the waves of torture upon electronic wings
Remembering...all that is lost this song I sing
Taken from you today what tomorrow never brings
Insistent…all the demands that fill your mind
Remembering to remember only if let to remind
Harassing…this electronic torture is so blind
Life looking for a tormentor that you'll never...
ever...
find...
bmdavey@10/7/19
the bittersweet that grows and starts
clandestine tendrils at my heart
pulling as my grasp decays
on withered vines by
lonely caves
yet I reach for
fetid fruits while
rats in my gaze and guile
chuckle with their
rodent smiles
still wondering how
we chose to be
this victim of insanity
where sand is quick
who struggles most
surely to please
their willing host
There's a plant in my garden,
Looks like a tree.
I didn't plant it,
But I watered it, you see.
There's a plant in my garden,
With roots running deep.
It's sucking the life
Right out of me.
There's a plant in my garden
That's bigger than me.
I didn't plant it,
But I watered it, you see.
Everywhere, in dark and light,
are always watching eyes.
Way out in space,
glowing orbs,
some of gold;
watch through celestial layers.
Sift through the layers,
to allow the light.
Expose the golden,
watching eyes.
Those burning orbs,
that hide in space.
We all need our private space.
Desperate, we dress in layers,
to escape the prying orbs.
But, when a light
reveals prying eyes,
our privacy’s no longer golden.
In dreams of gold,
we fly in space.
No nosey eyes
will peel our mortal layers.
Our hearts so light,
escape those nosey orbs.
Centrifugal orbs;
spinning gold,
upon a stage of pinwheel lights.
How they play in space,
among dark layers,
away from prying eyes.
Invasive eyes,
those peering orbs,
that hide in layers;
infringe upon our golden,
private space;
smother our inner light.
Prying eyes, hiding in etheric layers to spy.
My soul-orbs, watch them spying in space.
Their privacy’s just as golden; though they wear a disguise of star light.
Light comes... ever invading
Brilliant, iridescent
Illuminating all paths
Glows in deepest darkness; can not be hid!
~*~
Note: For Rick Praise's Contest - Praise Pariku
Prairie Sunflower
Golden yellow brown center
Highly invasive
Tough Helianthus
Maximilianii, groups
Of many flowers
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