Long Amaryllis Poems
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Hippeastrum is my proper Latin name
I am so spectacular I simply put others to shame
From a large bulb my green shoots will grow
I dwarf the other plants I love to be on show
With my elevated position I look down on other plants
They are tiny in comparison and look like little ants
When my tip emerges it contains my superior flower head
My blooms can live for three weeks yet other flowers are dead
I am the king of flowers I can produce three flower stem
My trumpets are enormous, people stand and gaze at them
I have no scent for you to smell when I am flowering
The intensity of my blooms would make it overpowering
Once I've finished blooming I deserve a two-month rest
Then I will re-flower for you and show the world I am the best!
05~04~15
My chosen flower - Amaryllis meaning pride
Contest:- Picture yourself as a flower – Andrea Dietrich
Rosey, had a rose of course
And Dan had Dandelions.
Sonny sought out Sunflowers
And Pete perfumed Petunias.
Maisey dreams of Daisys,
Cyrus clings to Iris.
Pops loves Poppys everywhere and
Viola vies for Violets.
Amy loves the Amaryllis
While Dolly dallies Dahlias.
Don’t miss Miss Chrysanthemum or
Aly’s awsome Alyssum.
James with Jasmine ran and
Percy picks the Jersey Lily.
Casey cares for Camelia and
Phyllis leaps through Lilies.
Angie’s all “Angelica” while
Bob boasts of Blossums.
Fiona’s Flora flies and
Abe craves more Azalea.
Beatrice bathes in Begonias and
Cassie crafts with Calia.
Goodness, 300 flowers or more!?
Oh distain, I’m out of names!
No more room for blooms
I’ll stop meddling, and “petal” on.
Sweet pea, Apple blossom, Anemone, Brodea,
Peach blossom, Amaryllis, Delwood, Freesia,
Ranunculus, Calla lily, Bird of Paradise.
I think each of these smell very nice.
Needing more, these are a must.
Gardenia, Hollyhock, Narcissus,
Tulip, Wax flower, Seeded Eucalyptus.
I’m neither gardener nor a green thumb.
Must I say it, I’m rather flower dumb.
Every flower I plant quickly begins to fade.
Where to plant, what to plant, I don’t know the trade.
Alas I try every year to have a great show,
Not a lack of effort, just a lack of know.
Now if you see me in the yard digging in the dirt,
Ask God a prayer for the plants not to hurt.
Because each year I do ask God to forgive me,
Even though I fail, I’m a Springtime Wannabe.
Inspired by the contest Flowers of Spring (not an entry)
It comes to me dreaming
of rebirth trice with mirth;
enlightening of light
shimmering more brightly.
A breath, filled with flowers:
radiant and lovely
peppermint amaryllis,
blush amaranths, bluebells,
lavender bellflowers
and a plethora of weeds.
A storm rose swarm with life
to forge passion, desire
and sensuality
burning more intensely
contained deep in my soul.
I gather up my words,
plunge in lull suffering
with emotions and scatter
on a page; pirouette
letters to form feelings
to feel my soul-heart
of rebirth trice with mirth.
5/19/2018
Poetry Contest: 'Let Your Pen Drip
Sponsored By : Broken Wings
4. I gather up my words
plunge - suffering - rose - soul
Aspen leaves flutter like birds
as a breeze ponders the lake's surface
and I brush away a willow leaf of cold jade.
Soon there will be a face in the moon
with its familiar brow arched
over what should be cornflowers
now residing beyond the lambent braids
of feral rye and muscled hillocks.
A miracle in cerulean sprouts in distant concrete,
a bluebell behind a sheet of glass,
unaware of the secret I share with wildflowers,
nor a memory of snow where appeared
an epiphany of morning glories.
I stumbled a dandelion kiss
to be blown on one's lashes, but it disappeared
in a gust of diesel smoke, the shriek of pads
on brash steel.
The rings of felled dogwoods measure seasons
cyan skies ignore. Each spring revealed the promise
of lapis daisies, the rush of violets.
Late summer left barren spikes of amaryllis.
It's been many thaws since I awaited the shy crocus.
Posted 10/3/23
Almond blossom, not amaryllis...
sweetness against pridefulness.
Say it with some intense feeling...
seek that flower expressing loving.
Almond blossom or lemon blossom...
revering love with an incredible charm.
Childness must not be unfaithfulness...
feel the sublimest joy of blessedness.
There are sweet memories with a primrose...
be captivated by a cheerful, delicate pink rose.
Almond blossom over a bunch of beauties...
you wouldn't let your choice ruin possibilities.
Oh, did you forget about the white water lily?
You may need it for truthfulness and fidelity.
She is my star, Amaryllis,
who, beneath the full moon, sleepily caresses
the foam of southern seas beside the atoll of Harmony...
Night after night (waiting for a miracle)
I wander in a fever dream near the Cape of Hopelessness;
I yearn for her helpless tenderness...
When the first rays of dawn finally light up the horizon
and the voice of a distant bard is carried on the breeze,
I’m breathless with amazement…
Amaryllis slowly emerges from the waves in a long, silver robe
tinged with the hue of pink seashells.
Pearls like tears glisten in her thick, curly copper hair,
and moonlight gleams upon her sandals of seaweed...
The surf roars, the sky descends toward the water.
She raises her slender arms and casts upon me the net
of her capricious desire.
Suddenly, I sink into the depths...
An acquaintance left my son a gift
In a bag outside his door,
An amaryllis plant in wax
I’ve never seen before.
Instructions say to let it sit
In a well-lit room, but not
In sun that is direct; perhaps
It might get much too hot.
It needs no water, for the bulbs
Have nutrients within,
Plus all the moisture to ensure
That growth will soon begin.
In four to five weeks, stems will form,
Then one month later, buds,
Which will produce some lovely blooms
(Unless you’re stuck with duds).
A perfect gift for those of us
Whose thumbs are far from green.
With zero effort, you can add
Some beauty to your scene.
MARCH
The sun it shone on sky deep blue
today the birds on wing,did sing,
sculptured trees tried on their clothes of green
sprinkles of Spring peeked through the sward;
The sun awakes early each day
shadows shorten across the lawn,
day by day afternoon remains,
wood pigeons mate and mate again;
Gardening columns into colour bloom,
daffodils and crocus aroma rooms.
SPRING
A wood of snowdrops in the dawn,
yellow daffodils light the morn,
the scent of new mown grass,
Spring,Spring,here at last;
Bare branches greening up ,in bud,
busy birds line nests with mud,
clematis spreading fast,
Spring,Spring,here at last;
The honeysuckle,leafing green,
new arrivals,in hedgerows seen,
Spring,Spring is in the earth,
our thoughts turn to new birth.
SPRINGTIME
The're out the're out
Spring announces with
a shout-Yellow yellow
everywhere;look, look
left or right here,there
anywhere,under trees
nodding in the breeze
braving the March wind chill
narcissus, amaryllis or
if you will. the daffodil
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first day
writing new letters
in the same old journal
a hymn
the only accompaniment
rain drumming the roof
*****
just in time
it stops raining
first cherry blossoms
spring wind
ten thousand frog croaks
collapse a rain-soaked silence
*****
at the shore
our footprints erased
in the turn of the tide
clouds
here and there
into the horizon
*****
the day's heat lingers
after dusk shuffling the cards
over and over
listening to the morning news
i brush tangles
from my hair
****
outside her window
one hundred evergreens
whisper the wind
his boyhood home
in the tangled garden
only the wind
*****
in the hour before sunset
cricket song again
filling the clear cut
early morning
the bright red barn
subdued by fog
****
winter sun
shines down on
the deserted playground
that snowflake
into the muddy puddle
without a ripple
*****
all the hues
of the rainbow are in it
this winter sunset
new year's day
the amaryllis flower
almost open
*****
Note: This selecton of haiku and senyru was originally published in 2000 as a gift booklet to family and friends at Christmas.