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I wandered lone as I did seek
Through silent woods and rustling leaves
Down the hill to the flowing creek
Away from life's stress causing heaves
There I saw a white lovely swan
By magic there appeared a fawn
As the slow running water splashed
Then filled a deeper hole for fish
A place to dream and keep my cached
Where those large fish could jump and whish
A place to write some poetry down
Where depressing thoughts could sink and drown
Where microscopic details thrived
Those threatened plants grow high and wide
In this place they truly survive
This past spring trillium I spied
A host of buckeye 'pon the hill
And wild azaleas gave me thrills
Back up the winding trail to home
Spirit filled, soul rested and still
No need to drift; physically roam
Just let my thoughts of this day fill
In the kitchen in drudgery's grip
From my cup of memories sip
From my thoughts about the work "I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud" by William Wordsworth
Repost of this one.
For Brian
No work or worry is required of me.
You grace my yard year after year--
ravishing red,
pleasing pink,
and wondrous white.
Your appealing petals steal my
attention from the engrossing
novel I hold while resting
on the porch.
You thrive despite gusting winter-like
winds and floods, but your lease
on life is short.
Your flourishing blooms
are destined to diminish and
die by late-April, so I will
gratefully enjoy you
while I can!
March 11, 2018, entered in Brian Strand's March 18 Premiere Contest
Spring green decorates the hills
Down in the hollow where the creek flows
Wild azaleas and mountain laurel appeal
As spring a masterpiece gently shows
Once I was in my spring of life
Born, grew, developed, lived, love flowed
Years passed into summer being a wife
Then fall came, how my life slowed
Those autumn leaves swiftly fell flowing down
Their beautiful colors slowly turned into gold
Then so many shades and colors of trees' crown
What a story their descent to earth told
Bare skeletal oaks, poplar, sweet gum and dogwood
Each shape decorated the drab countryside
A longing once again for spring to come if it would
But alas the last spring has come, and can no longer abide
Water Falls
Miles down the waterfalls, the jungles wild
Azaleas know the way
Parade themselves along the banks
Cold currents reach out with tumbling speed
But its too late
Cascade over unknown ledges far below
In a deep breath
The deluge finds a precipice release
River rapids drawn along distances to listen
Turn into moving streams of living liquid
Trees and thicket drink deep the moving force
Forget about rain until it comes again
Water falls forever in the forest lost
Jungles wild, smile, as a leaf drops in
Carried away like a feather green
Spins outward on a journey home
A sojourn to the unknown
I stand in the garden
Sunlight streaming down
Warming my bare shoulders
Caressing cheeks and neck
~
I stand in the garden
Roses drenched in dew
Soft petals whispering to me
Blinding my eyes to worry
~
I stand in the garden
Azaleas coaxing tender smiles
Approaching the cool morning
With vivid colors of pink and white
~
I stand in the garden
Emerald ferns shadowing my sight
With a crystal clear jewel dripping
Hues so bold and enlivening
~
I stand in the garden
Between vibrant arrays of delight
Welcoming the breeze that calls
Capturing faith’s sense of assent
~
I stand in the garden
Briefly yearning for the raindrops
Showering the green patch
Initiating sprigs of gentle prayer
~
I stand in the garden
Amid beauty that inspires my heart
To feel a sense of joy and hope
Moods of a creative flow
~
I stand in the garden
Expressing pure pleasure to see
Miracles touching the ground
Treasures that fill me with thanks!
~
God’s blessings are all around me!
Written and Posted on June 10, 2020
Garden Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart
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 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
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this to deployed plentifully in a pretty precocious bridled shower
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flowers are a botany study and nature's romance "love divine institutes"
"Escribed here are the Floral flowery poetic tributes," a Floral salute!
"I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud" by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a geek
Through silent woods and rustling leaves
Down the hill to the flowing creek
Away from life's stress causing heaves
There I saw a white lovely swan
By magic there appeared a fawn
As the slow running water splashed
Then filled a deeper hole for fish
A place to dream and keep my cached
Where those large fish could jump and whish
A place to write some poetry down
Where depressing thoughts could sink and drown
Where microscopic details thrived
Those threatened plants grow high and wide
In this place they truly survive
This past spring trillium I spied
A host of buckeye 'pon the hill
And wild azaleas gave me thrills
Back up the winding trail to home
Spirit filled, soul rested, and still
No need to drift; physically roam
Just let my thoughts of this day fill
In the kitchen in drudgery's grip
From my cup of memories sip
Contest: I Wandered Lonely As
Sponsor: Natasha L. Scragg
Date Written: 09/20/2022
The word Geek today has many definitions or meanings. One is typically connoting an expert or enthusiast obsessed with a hobby or intellectual pursuit.
Written: May 13, 2023
3rd contest winner
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Lichen lilies lavishness,
outwardly shine as canorous core,
an idyllic sight of buds bursting
a ballet of aromas filled the sky,
as dulcet spring hues dump down.
Butterflies seduce
with trellised wings
amid ethereal sapphire
mist of Elysium,
I tossed my amorous nexus gloss,
countless metaphors emerge
an abyssal-rooted niche of insight,
a sporadic charm is startling
and delightful.
At sunrise, red orioles flutter
garden spring on my balcony,
ushering with cheerful chirps.
Emerald lime stains all that,
wild geese honk loudly,
ebbing from tropic migration
a cluster of violet fern flowers
zestful azure azaleas
vibrant daffodils are in bloom
fluffy tulips in all their glory
buoyant spring hues aurify the clay.
Beyond that, there is no bounds
amid hypnotic Eve and pinnacle
from a charmed sight
my gaze is wide and riveted,
through this impressive display,
an exuberant plethora of shades
glistening on rain-washed skin,
sky-smitten, diaphanous blithe
melting into mesmerizing shapes
strange sights subdue my mind,
as my heart beats with delight,
emerging from its hushed cocoon.
a vision of ageless grace.
Initiating sensory stimulation.
witness the marvelous artwork.
carefully crafted by a skilled hand
to bequeath a masterpiece
beaming with the spirit of love
a mesmerizing charm
a live sculpture in motion
& a pure symphonic melody
embrace a cosmic radiance
amidst a celestial daydream,
dazzling in a blaze of sequins
my heart is yearning,
an enthralling rhythm echoes within
optimism surrounds splendor
this exquisite ruffle relic,
a morphing metaphor draws on forever
clarifying the layout of magnificence.
Beads of lilac amethyst
observe a lunar synodic cycle
debunking twilight
desultory musings
an auric haze wrapping
jubilant jewels are in motion
I am an awe-struck artist
weaving a quilt of love,
a dazzling aura of shining words
playing a whispering debate
under dulcet moon glow
In unique words,
stars are willing to shine for us
our love outshines all else
even most dazzling clusters,
an equally bright radiance
all over, a billion red diamonds
under oriental lily skies.
Don't destroy my beautiful day
The Azaleas are blooming, the chipmunks play
The roses unique, the hydrangea white
From the west comes an unusual clear, pure, light.
Mr. Atta, don't destroy my life and my day
Holy war drives you, ideals can't betray
But after work in the World Trade, 93rd floor
I was planning to surf off the Jersey shore.
Putin don't ruin my beautiful day
The fields are green, the sky a pearl gray
A missile hits a target, the target's my home
All I really asked was to be left alone
Sci-Rebels please don't glue yourself to the floor
The planet won't mend, but your hand will get sore
Whatever the cause, within reason please stay
So the rest of us can enjoy this beautiful day.
Please don't destroy my beautiful day
The sunrise is amazing across Casco bay
The sailboats come in, wheeling sea gulls cry
And though beauty must end, and humans must die
Don't be part of the problem, a runaway train
No peace for mankind when the fire's in your brain.
time between seasons passes slow
Impatient we are as leaf buds grow
Carefree summer takes her time
A sudden chill - unwanted snow
As slowly the sun begins to climb
time between seasons passes slow
Crocuses bloom announcing Snowdrops
Daffodils come as a sudden surprise
Azaleas flower as bright as lollipops
Forsythias glow like a golden sunrise
time between seasons passes slow
Idle leaves deepen in rustic tones
Sun fires the chameleon call of fall
Scent of smoke - autumn chill condones
All is golden to enthrall
time between seasons passes slow
No longer remote winter blasts its way
Its beauty - snow on coal dark wood
Compensates for days of gray
As if somehow it could make good.
time between seasons passes slow
the time between the seasons
Poetry Contest
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