Lavenders “allure,”
they “lure” bees, butterflies, folk,
toxic air immune,
flower on spike, fragrant vent,
evergreen shrub in svelte perfume
dilute blob oe’r skin,
red blotches, wrinkles, acne,
stoma clogs clean flush,
witch hazel spoon scoop fold in,
with mauve plant a face fillip
Sweet, spiced and salty,
courses, with subtle mint hint,
wild herb a chef’s boon,
its honey glaze gels with greens,
or muffins, waffles, ice cream
Lavenders “allure,”
they “lure” bees, butterflies, folk,
toxic air immune,
flower on spike, fragrant vent,
evergreen shrub in svelte perfume
I went across the field of daisies
Lavenders and tulips too
The time around was self-erasing
Flowers bent as I walked through
Stepped onto a wooden path
Trees ahead were falling down
Leafy branches I did pass
Out of woods I went to town
It was raining through the sunlight
Garbage and recycling bins
Stood there overflown as I
Passed the cobblestone old streets
I’ve found your house rang the door
Someone else’s voice proclaimed
You don’t live there anymore
And they can’t recall your name
Then I died and went away
Cause the dead can walk unseen
So I do this everyday
Walking in and out of screen.
The sun gleams gold on the perennial clematis,
And bees hum low sucking honey from the lavenders.
A brisk breeze brushes the old sturdy sandalwood,
Accepting their delicate shade from spring sun.
The arch entrance exhales its jasmine perfume,
And lizards climb the stalks and hide in stone cracks.
How pleasant is the large ornamental garden
Where hidden crickets sound their constant song.
On such a day, my soul will find repose.
It seeks meditation as I sit beneath the oak.
Zombie Jack is the most fashionable ghoul around
He never wears dull colors like tan, gray, black or brown
Today he is dressed in purples, maybe lavenders too.
His stitched up lopsided mouth is looking at you.
She's beautiful in so many ways, i hear my heart subconsciouly saying " i do", a glimpse down the isle, to my conscious i node, wonders like first waves of the dawn sea, warms my soul, i feel melting elevations choking my desires. are goddes captured in men frame? my mind asks...
lend my hand, but this is far of a reality to touch, i mean even my eyes shivers, i dont know whether to bow nor salute, so much controversies my body cant contain. Gaze the north and swerve to the south, still i'm hypnotized in the centre of her seduction...
poets and poetess spoken of roses and violets, my tongue now recites of pertuniah and lavenders, floral blender of artistic reactions, i wonder what strings in her make she pulls, were i devulge so much of my wholesome, i fail to my mind my flow, i think her beauty tempere's with my composure
#Poetic_Ink
this stained-glass sky was created by a master painter
dominated by azures, purples, lavenders, fuchsia, plums
toward the bottom of the sky was a bit of dull yellow
a sliver of green also reflected in the pond
tall skinny black shrub trees surrounded this magnificence
I began designing my stained-glass cathedral window
knowing I could never do this scene the justice it deserved
Summer Shining Splendour
l-u-s-h la-v-e-n-d-e-r-s lux ~u~ ri ~ ate.
Autumn is near
When nights on hours of the day do impinge
Softer are the rays of mid-day sunshine
Greenish leaves do start to pick orange tinge
Tall lupines linger low, curl down and pine
Roses slowly start to shed their petals
Lovely lavenders languish with crisp fear
Cooler air from grey clouds starts to settle
Purple pansies begin to drip sad tears
When birds flutter with less strength with reason
It`s time to hail the fall`s train which is near
Time to greet the coming Autumn season
With its splash of red saffron hues so dear.
wonder alicorn Alister flew into my garden on a Thursday night
I had been lonesome, so seeing her was a terrific sight.
In jewel tones of purples, lavenders and turquoise too.
Hey! She said to me, let’s be great friends, if it’s okay with you.
Where did you get your name, I asked Alister, as she landed on a rock.
It was the name of a truly wonderful fiancé’ of my favorite Uncle Brock.
He drove my mother to the alicorn hospital because my daddy was away.
She immediately named me Alister, to honor his lost sweetheart that day.
I have always felt that his love, Alister has been watching me from heaven.
Have seen her materialize a few times since I was six or seven.
She taught that I need to be kind and spread the world with love every day.
And that is what I intend to do to you, in every single alicorn-like way.
That is the day I began to believe in myself and gathered confidence galore.
Alister, the alicorn stayed around and guided me until I was twenty-four.
Then she had to fly back to Imagination Land to help another child.
She was empathetic and wonderful, kind and never very wild.
Butterfly princess landed in the garden on a warm May day
She isn’t local, must be from an ever land far far away
Her gown was refined, with corals, lavenders and sky blue
She had dainty features, and wore a silver bell on each shoe.
Tinkling while she walked, she approached the lilies first.
They needed a drink, so she stopped and quenched their thirst.
The tomatoes needed weeding, so butterfly princess did that too
She impressed the radishes and carrots. How about you?
It was a balmy day in March
Twinkle lights were in the gnarled oak
Faeries probably, the cats figured it out first
Morey and Moriah, brother and sister
There was a heavenly look about the horizon
She gleamed in lavenders and pale blues
I thought I saw a few stars, odd for this time of day
It is magic, the grass whispered, everything felt mystical.
I had brought a book, but nothing felt as good as gazing.
Morey, Moriah and I stared at the beauty of the day.
I had a cell phone, but did not take a photo.
They are always a disappointment compared to the real deal.
It was the perfect day
A day I could remember until the end of my life
I hoped that I would.
For I felt cherished and loved.
Waves of pale blue wafted through the quilted Texas sky
Highlighting the tangerines and lavenders of the evening
Grandpa’s old windmill looked picturesque in the distance
Sundown believes in imagination, adoration and fantasy
I stared into the ribboned distance, wondering if the trees suspected
They had an essential part in the mystique of the moment
Birds were reverent, none of them flew through the backdrop
My camera captured the night’s beauty, but not her silent ambiance
The ship of happiness sails
Intently across indigo skies
Laughter mingled with roaring gales ,
She gleams like an autumn sunrise
Perching near fields of lingering green
Where often scrawny lads frolic ,
She listens to echoes of the roaring linns ,
And rests near houses made of mud & sticks ,
The ship of happiness sails
Amidst scents of apricot & lavenders
Through shades of rainbows
Towards unforseen adventures ,
When the ship of happiness arrives
I call her a blessing in disguise
As she brings treasures of merriment
Into everyone's lives .
Fresh spots of violet creak through the sky
Silently, violently assaulting the eye
Lavenders blush in the sweetest of hue
Spring has arrived with the calmness of blue
Soft summer rain dapples the floor
Raindrops like diamonds on the old barnyard door
The orange of sunset, as the dragonflies glow
And the mesmerised sounds, as the young cattle low
Warm autumn apples fall from the bough
To be sprinkled with honey for the fattening sow
Pumpkins erupt in shimmering gold
As the sheep return leisurely to the warmth of the fold
Crisp winter cold is dark and succinct
Foreboding clouds all around, as the sun is extinct
The jingle of sleigh bells can be heard up ahead
As the enveloping stillness leads you to bed
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