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The wafting breeze of smell whispers into my ears
guiding my eyes to the baby leaves of daisies
springing up here and there on the circular green patch
of grass holding with joy the glistening drops of dew
While on the northern side adjoining the hedge
Canada plums stretching their arms into blue
sky coming down to embrace the raising whites
of spring-flowering trees like the smiling colours
of your handsome glowing face in the soft sun
seated in the swimming wings of bees and butterflies
while gathering honey looking at the buds yet to
unfold the pink petals in well designed rows
of the glowing garden of dark shades and bright light
making love with the desirous rats peeping
from the holes here and there as the hungry kite
keeps gazing from the top of the tall oak tree
smelling the happy blue and green wisp of smoke
from the ovens of awareness of a warm life
that caresses the garden inhaling orange sunlight
holding a pencil before filling in the nudity
A huge thank you to you my garden on the verge of spring
For letting me taste the candy on your glossy lips
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February 23, 2019
For Gardens Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
I dream
a dreamy dream
of a garden
oh, such a lush green place
with a flowing stream
and up above are drifting
clouds like ice cream
and a gang of floating bees
and butterflies fill the air
and a hummingbird with
glistening feathers caresses
a flower in my dreamy
dream . . .
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March 24, 2021
Poetry/Verse/the dream
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1340-362-24
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the contest, All Yours (Mar 24)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 03/23/2021
First Place
Well, me and them rats polished off them chicken legs and I headed fer the door.
The sheriff handed me my 44s sayin, "Son, I don't wanna see you here no more!
Now git outta Santa Fe and don't go stealin' no man's horse or his saddle!"
With that we shook hands, I grabbed my hat and made a hasty skedaddle!
I hopped the midnight freight headin' fer El Paso whar that preacher man was at.
I was gonna git religion and straighten up and that's all thar was to that!
He was preachin' hell and brimstone at a revival meetin' at the edge of town.
With my hat I brushed the dust from my britches, strolled in and set down.
He was up thar a-wavin' his arms like he was fendin' off a swarm of bees!
When they sung "Jes As I Am" I ran to the altar and fell upon my knees!
I give my soul to the Lord and vowed right thar to become a preacher man,
To save the souls of thieves, soiled doves and gamblers to carry out His plan!
I ain't gonna git rich a-preachin - collections is sparse, but what the hell!
(Er 'scuse me Lord! I've gotta control my cussin' as Ya can tell!")
I got me a hoss legal like and a Bible and started out on my mission.
I was hell bent (scuse me agin Lord) to bring about the devil's disposition!
(He preached in saloons with his 44s and Bible spread out on the bar.
He did his level best to save their wicked souls from sin and hellfar.
For fifty years he preached and saved souls throughout the rowdy west.
When he reached the Pearly Gates, He said, "Son, ya did yer very best!")
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
A row of jazzy underwear
Wafts gently in the breeze
Pegged to the clothes line
Strung between two trees.
A garden brolly provides
Shade from the evening sun,
Chickens scratch the earth
In their wire netting run.
The cockerel struts his stuff through
The chicks of this years hatch,
Beans and peas and potatoes
Grow profusely in their patch.
Veggies for the table
All home grown
In what I've always wanted
A garden of my own.
Discarded children's toys
Are scattered on the green
But the kids are in bed
Quietly sleeping so not seen.
Blue Geraniums are covered
By wasps and bees and flys
Flitting to and fro for pollen
All sights restful to the eyes.
A summer Friday evening,
A whole weekend ahead
Stretched lazily in my lounger
In my hand a glass of red
Contemplating life, counting
All my blessings one by one
Hoping the rest is as good
As as that already gone.
In my little country garden
Resting in the shade
My loved one by my side
I've really got it made.
Next week is round the corner
For now just living for the day,
This gentle summer breeze
Blowing all my cares away.
Beautiful
Mountain high prominent and majestic
Fauna and Flora protected eclectic
White cloud silently settling like a moth
Table Mountain and its peerless table cloth
Distant sails of a pleasure boat cruising by
The sound of the waves the seagulls cry
Bright red and yellow of a setting sun
Caressing the horizon when day is done
Winelands stretches of emerald green
Air unpolluted hint of an aroma clean
Sun embracing the vineyards at dawn
Scarecrows security tattered and torn
Rivers lush valleys gardens and trees
Birds serenading the humming of bees
Behold this jewel rare and bountiful
The Cape and its synonym, “ Beautiful “
I dreamt a dream
That so vivid and lasting
With the smell of orchids and daisies,
Chirping birds in the trees
Honeyed as free as the bees..
Beneath the vast mountains and
Paronamic views I can tell
That this dream is real..
Take me to wonder, barefoot running
Lead me to this place I can imagine..
Suddenly, the rain pours down to my cheeks
I glanced a little bit,
Oh? The skies awake!
I saw the lights stroke to my face
Lovely tis’ I see clearly, that God is with me..
Time lapsed I was about to go home
In the safest place I’d ever known
Then I looked back at this place again,
I’d suddenly woke up, I dreamt a dream..
BEAUTY OF NATURE SONNET
Oh! The magic of a new day dawning
Red sun peeping though veil of morning mist
Nature welcomes with joy a new morning
As earth rises from deep slumber sun-kissed
Creepers, vines, flowers of exotic hue
Sweet fragrances of blooms borne by the breeze
Sun painting the skies, a delightful view
Music of twittering birds, humming bees
Mine eyes drink in the beauty of nature
Cascading waterfalls merrily dance
Weaving dreamy spells my senses capture
Casting spells, sending me into a trance!
Feeling one with nature, makes one feel whole
This beauty of nature uplifts my soul.
As the snow melts and winter passes away.
On bare twigs, emerald buds start to display.
Set on trees with gem-glazed blooms evincing through.
A sight to behold, a promise of something true.
With each passing day, signs of life grow stronger.
Birds chirp and sing; their melodies are longer.
The sun shines brighter, warming the earth.
Nature awakens in a joyous rebirth.
The air is filled with the scent of fresh flowers.
Butterflies flutter, dancing for hours.
Bees buzz around, collecting nectar sweet
All God's creatures, in harmony, meet.
The dawn of spring offers hope and wellness.
Taking time to ponder life awareness
In this time of expansion, let us rejoice.
And be glad for the blessings of birds' voices.
Written: June 07, 2023
You the great guy
Gave me high five
Made me smile
Even if I lied
I made you cry
But you never lost hope to try
You were ready for all the risks
Never got afraid of those upcoming bees
I miss you hard
In this town
When you be infront
My eyes get burnt
I really can' t see
Except those falling tears
You be on my side
That what make me tied
Broken wings
Are just clinged
So entangled into one another
Too hard to make a feather
Really need you in this lightening weather
Being a saviour
You always be there
Now I need you as a friend of mere
We Write of Bugs!
As poets, we can write of many things -
romance and true love, just to name a few.
We even write about the pretty wings
of butterflies and seas of cobalt blue.
We see a mantis, and symbolically,
we use it to inspire us, or we might
be outside in summer and chance to see
a bug that lights the night, and so we write!
We’ll write about that lightening bug because
it’s what we do! Be it ladybug cute
or pesky like a fly with minor flaws,
we’ll write of it, and that is absolute!
We can be serious, but also fun!
We write because ourselves we love to please,
and once we start, we write until we're done,
for we are as industrious as bees!
May 8,2018 for Kim Rodrigues' WHAT DO WE HAVE IN COMMON Contest
Topic words in common: butterflies, mantis,
lightening bug, ladybug, pesky (bugs) & bees