The joys you brought into the home
A little silver-gray skein - soft and warm
Raspberry tongue and jade green eyes
I believe that you are exceptional -
nothing more, nothing less
You are a door opener, to inner feelings
There will always be hands to pat you
feed you and nurse your wounds
In the reflection room, threads are woven
of future dreams
A long earthly journey of discovery
with life-giving energies
Silence………A solemn hush
except
for
insects
running
amongst the jade green grass
and the large invasive vines.
Large cypress trees,
stately and tall,
throw shadows around me
as I wend my way
along the lonely lanes
of moss-covered, musty-smelling tombs
careful not to touch the poison ivy
or admire the wisteria vines.
People do visit here,
for look, bunches of flowers
adorn the place,
emitting scents to try and nullify
the staleness of the resting place.
Headstones obliterated by the wind,
makes me wonder who lies beneath.
Was she beautiful and tall?
Ugly and short?
What does it matter now?
For all I care she could have been
beautiful and short.
But some things do matter
in our personal short earthly time.
All that matters is
what we do with our life.
Death holds no sting, really.
But
don’t
touch
the poison ivy.
This letter concealed with a Violet Grape Purple envelope
And paper the color of Orange Tangerine Cantaloupe
I wrote to my girl I felt Sapphire Teal Blue
Along with the note I sent a Scarlet Red Rose too
enclosed in the letter was a ring made from Amber Yellow Gold
And an Emerald Jade Green charm with "I LOVE YOU" in bold
How I met Josie
I met Josie at the Black Cow
a watering hole for singles
pair of jade Green Earrings
adorned her ears
and drew my eye
we talked about our pasts
spent time Reelin’ In the Years
found out she had gone to Bard College
which was My Old School and
we enjoyed a Time Out of Mind
we watched the Baylon Sisters
sing Pretzel Logic, when they were done
the crowd shouted Do It Again
all waitresses were assigned a number, ours was nineteen
whenever we needed more drinks we yelled
Hey Nineteen!
Well-favored Winter Jasmine,
how have you managed to survive?
It's long past the briskness of Autumn days.
Yet, your exquisite beauty lingers, and you thrive,
lovely petals still intact when you shouldn't be alive.
Oh, wondrous Winter Jasmine,
your plant has lost leaves of jade green.
Such a picturesque paradox within my garden,
botanical glowing when moonlight casts a sheen
upon you, creating the glint of a glimmering scene.
My perfect Winter Jasmine,
as white as the day you bloomed
on your stout stem you still stand tall,
scenting the air around you, softly perfumed.
Visions of you laced with snow, my eyes consumed.
Winsome Winter Jasmine,
I fear you're encapsulated in ice.
Not grown in freezing tundra on earth
like alpine flowers of stark white, edelweiss.
I hope your stunning show has not been a sacrifice.
Enduring Winter jasmine,
I hope you remain until Spring.
When you are warmed by the sun,
to your greening bush will you still cling,
attracting pollen seekers; honeybees on the wing?
Along the roads of grassy fields
where thousands of sheep flit from
Astray from the flock, flouting,
fleeing with fear
blindly following.
Driven through the streets of London
at the Barnet fair to the farmers there.
But the way, takes an insalubrious plot.
Sheer confusion along the countryside
sets in on the herd, then stray
when eddying rapids currented by the tide
and force of the streams give, taken
to an endless frequent float
for great distances steered, stirred
while the timorous turn 'round.
An endeavor to gain the place they set off
As along ancient grassy drove road lies,
weary shepherd and his sheepdog.
Drovers, some on the hoof
The sheep shall stray
back to stay presently in Eden's garden
Jade-green grassy hills of harvest gold,
and cerulean skies.
I feel all flushed when I hear that voice
Even if he is not talking to me
Too soon to be love but I am moist
In my deepest southern sea
Brown eyes a fade make me feel displaced
Can’t see green forest for brown tree
Tree of a man handsome frame and face
Wish he would come talk to me
What would I say is it good taste
Don’t want to seem too forward
His smile is jade green jewel I trace
My ebony eyes sharp as a sword.
He doesn’t wear a ring and I am hoping
He is single and not too shy
If I am his type maybe we catch a bite
If I get him to just say hi.
Juicy, ripe cherries, still on the jade green trees,
In vibrant, orange sunshine, glinting at summer.
Blackberries winking, saffron noon hour of ease,
When rose strewn seconds, seem lost in slumber.
Fragrant, purple plums gleam hotly, very coveted,
Lustrous, wild raspberries, deeply red and purple,
Ruby red apples aglow, like fiery sun plummeted,
Until all are lost in darkness, 'neath stars eternal.
Written on 3/20/2023
For: A STRAND NO 1201 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Watching the horizons
as the waves crash…
The sun dies its elegant death
of golden blood
upon the distant shores.
It washes jade green and aquamarine
upon creations seam, the edge of the earth.
Sand cools under tired feet
Head held low
A cry high overhead rises
into the sky on silhouetted Wings.
Watching wonders of wraiths
and washing wishes away…
Along the leviathans streams.
A splash in elegant Crimson and golden light
The Blood of a dying sun, seeps into the sea…
as a finger traces the ancient chambers
of the mystic nautilus.
golden bee humming
lost in foliage jade green
where are the flowers
have you flown too far
long miles from the honeycomb
wherefore did you roam
you will find your way
back to the fields of colors
beyond deep green woods
Blackened suns float in deep skys
Setting on encrypt amber sands
Burning on jade green seas
As far as golden halos glow
Warming sanity’s sandy shores
Reflecting on sapphire horizons, cold
Black suns set upon the infinite seams
Of a land washed in an infernal breeze
We die upon these crystal seas!
In the midst of hubbub, at the verge of one hectic June,
I see myriad diamond stars, and ruby sun under the moon,
As viewed from a planet of jade green with sapphire blue,
Covered by pearly clouds, vanishing in moon's silver hue!
But I am only dreaming, for it is the middle of the day,
And from sunshine I have wandered, into night's doorway,
And the golden sun has set behind the scenes in my mind,
Only to reemerge as I wake, leaving night's riches behind!
Put on your night shoes, my beautiful dear,
and put on your gossamer gown.
Adorn your neck with the iridescence
of opal, and let your hair down!
Your tresses cascading – a blonde waterfall -
let them flow! Then to emphasize
a chatoyant sheen, use the jet black
of liner on your jade green eyes!
On lips that are dulcet, use a soft pink
like cherry tree blossoms in spring.
Flourescence they’ll see with you on my arms,
for darling, you’ll be flowering!
Dinner; then on the pool deck we’ll Samba,
and under a plethora of
stars we see dancing above our cruise ship,
we will outshine them all with our love!
May 19, 2019 for Anthony Slausin's Night Shoes Poetry Contest
Beloved Feline
Like a faux fur cape you lie,
Splayed out over your mountain top,
the couch, on high.
A frigid winter dawn peers through
the window,
And ever so slowly, one jade green eye
opens.
Studying a frozen branch that moves.
Oh, heavenly calico,how wise you are!
With zero interest in the news,
Waiting only for the beauty of nighttime,
And the glory of the stars' hues.
Panagiota Romios
2/16/2019
An Odd Bird
The seagull and I were flying over the Andes.
the mountain was brown, and we saw a lake green
as an emerald ring on an Irish girl`s finger.
Let’s fly down and have a bath I said, the gull said
the lake was poisonous, so we continued on our way
to the pampas of Argentine.
Landed on a jade green patch of the land
it was then the seagull confessed it suffered
from hydrophobia, it was, therefore, it had left
the Pacific Ocean and avoid derision from birds
that loved the sea and diving for fish.
But a seabird is supposed to like fish.
Who says, the gull angrily uttered I like cooked
meat with boiled potatoes, anything wrong with that!
we walked to an inn, that is the bird sat on my
shoulder, had lamb chops with mint sauce, are you not
surprised to see a bird in here, I asked the landlord,
no not at all it often comes in here it is
the first time I have seen it with a human.
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