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How many times have I written of her glows!
Yet, the yearning to write more and more grows.
Forgotten feelings soon get a vent.
When I see the sprouts, in shyness, they are bent.
Ra.. ra.. ra.. ra.. la..la..la..la.. The scented breeze hums
Aromas of my favourite buds, blooms, and blossoms
Of tulips, hyacinths, lilacs, violas, and balsams
Creep and climb jasmines, sweet peas, and clematis.
Entwining them as though a long-lost kinship bliss
From far-off trees, jealously peep the envy-red plums.
Fruit flies, sand flies, blue bottle flies, and dragon flies
Commune, with multi-hued butterflies fluttering in the skies
Queen of the Night, Bird of Paradise, and Celandine Poppies
When secretly providing nectar to the worker bees
Where-from, to chill and thrill them, come these ice crumbs?
Shall I my very ego embrace
And only me see on Earth face!
*****
Could I my heart keep safe and sound
And all the fears of the mind unbound?
Would I cling to a balmy ivory tower
And just feed on the honey of one flower?
Could I detach my Self from any bond
And to dilemmas be able not to respond?
Would my soul blossom into creative art
As oblivious the mind and confined the heart?
*****
Shall I my very ego embrace
And only me see on Earth face!
*****
How would a flower a bee suffice
To spark the music of a bird of paradise
How would a rose leak nectar in delight
If it couldn’t withstand a harsh wind bite
How would I in the shades of a bright sun bloom
If I couldn’t bond with beauty and its perfume
Would my quill have enough ink to spill
Have I to leave my cocoon and my veins refill?
*****
Shall I my very ego embrace
And only me see on Earth face!
*****
Much to learn from the world of a bee
None can ever survive on its own and be
The Rose! to a butterfly a source of energy
Admired for its fragrance and beauty
Art! The softest spot in my heart
Huge what it can to me impart
Embrace the now and let your soul rhyme
Translate your rapture in words so sublime
Let’s live “wild and wise”, learn and discover
Those are true words and feelings of a Nature Lover.
Oh thee! Of feathered frock
Bird of paradise – you are not
For you wobble when you walk
And gobble – gobble - while you talk
Oh thee! Of stubby legs
Neck hanging in a bag
Of skin that sags and sags
How can you face another day?
Oh thee! With girth rotund
With wings of nearly none
Your flight is but a funny run
Some chase you just for fun
Oh thee! Of feathered frock
Bird of paradise - you are not
As you lie on chopping block
Ending up in cooking pot.
But come Thanksgiving Day-
Everyone will gladly say
You are by far - the finest bird
That God has ever made.
Inspired by: Donna Golden’s contest: Tribute to the turkey
2nd Place
In a pleasant grove where fairies ride
on dragonflies with iridescent wings,
they say it’s here the Blue Bird of Paradise
sometimes comes, and when he comes, he sings.
Legend has it long ago as if from nowhere
appeared someone who was a princess fair.
Loved by all the creatures of the pleasant grove,
she had eyes crystal blue and flaxen hair.
The Blue Bird of Paradise then came
to see her, and he sang all night and day.
Her name, when spoken, sounded just the same
as a beam of sunlight; she was Rae!
There was but one threat in the pleasant grove.
Dragons now were on the prowl, lured by the sweet
fragrance of the fairest princess, kindly Rae.
These dragons needed to be met with defeat!
Huffle-winks were dispatched from the pleasant grove -
cute creatures very tiny who escaped the view
of the nearby dragons as Rae hid in a cave.
The Huffle-winks knew very well what to do.
A righteous soul they needed to discover -
one brave enough to fight the dragons’ might.
A goodly man they found. With blinking huffle-winks,
they led back to the grove this armored knight.
The knight with but determination and his sword
fought courageously; the deadly dragons fell.
The fairies and the other creatures cheered.
As expected, this fairy-tale ended well.
Outside the cave, the fairies urged Rae to come out.
Like sunlight from behind a cloud, emerged sweet Rae.
It was love at first sight when the knight’s blue eyes
locked with Rae’s. No words did either need to say.
Of course a wedding next ensued inside the grove.
The creatures all decided a kingdom should be made,
ruled by their knight and his bride, Princess Rae.
Fairies riding dragonflies led the big parade!
The Bluebird of Paradise made his appearance too,
singing at the wedding of the king and his dear queen,
who to this day rule with peace in the pleasant grove,
where huffle-winks, if you don’t blink, sometimes can be seen!
May 29, 2018
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admirable
threat
likewise
the
Bird-of Paradise
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Jehovah God Almighty
do that
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Caren, whose poetry sings with grand plumage,
swims with bouquets of flowers and such. You
inspire me! And aloha to William :)
HAWAII
Bird of paradise, plumeria, jasmine,
orchids, gardenia, hibiscus, primrose.
Aloha sea — paradise welcomes thee.
Cup of gold, elephant’s ear, fuchsia and firecrackers.
Lantana, glory bush, pineapple and Waikiki.
Queen Emma lily, prickly pear, silversword and sugarcane.
Hawaii islands erupting with ecstasies —
scents that rise the temperature, hues that squeal with desire,
cascading sounds of God’s mirth, adventure on steroids.
Come in, ebb and flow in dugout boats - leis floating
upon the deep-blue skies. Your hearts are pounding drums.
Don’t be shy. Grab this shelf of paradise. Don’t let go.
Aloha friends! Let’s all be friends. Planes fly in.
Koa, coconut, ‘ohi’ a lehua, candlenut, monkeypod,
noni, and lemon-scented gum. Mahalo nui!*
O’ahu, Maui, Kaua’i, Big, Lana’i and Moloka’i —
find your serenity, your northern shore, the allure
of life. Grab yourself a blue hawaii, piña colada,
mai tai, mimosa. Fill your cups with Eden’s fruit.
8/19/2020
*thank you very much ma-hah-lo-noo-ee)
her untamable sakura spirit
glows like sweet scents
of petrichor peace,
perfumed in jasmine water,
whilst there’s no path
to golden rays of sunlight,
she shines for the elite vines
trailing through silver
gates of heaven.
and when the sky is a sea
of lilac lanterns,
and mauve mists,
shifting amidst
raining rhinestones
etched with mood-swings,
she remembers~
God as the choreographer
the mindful maestro,
tranquilizing trees tangled
with roots of torment.
but chocolate cosmos
remain blindfolded
by pearly lilies,
as the salmon-hued
bird of paradise
blossoms from
neglected lines
of caramelized skin,
she still sprouts in solitude,
delicate but
powerfully growing
from sepia roots
of grief and regrets,
lessons learned
through wisteria wisdom
earned from
turmeric truth,
and holistic hymns of the
almighty that echo
in captivating cadence~
as spiritual songs
of sepals flourish
amidst withering petals,
there her frost-bitten
soul found a healing field
in a poetic reverie,
where lyrical lines
float above mulberry meadows,
sowing hyacinth herbs of kindness~
painting petunias in patience,
silently sprinkling
enticing anemones
as an inevitable sign
of eternal hope to freedom.
A poetic earth that shall remain
untouched amidst the cruel wind
that blow it’s way through,
while lakes of longing
emanate soulful sagas,
synchronized from strings
of moon-kissed stars,
unfurling light when darkness
dwell upon dreary hearts.
Mother-nature, compassionate
spirit,
I hear her plea for
empathetic emeralds,
engrossed with
righteous rubies,
from topaz tenderness.
here, in singing silence,
I stretch my heart to
seraphic spheres,
for she lies in solitary stillness.
Let the beating hearts
of walking silhouettes
manifest silken fate for her
divine aura.
Rivers may no longer flow,
and flowers may
no longer be fragrant,
but faith shall
never be perished,
and the wildest forests
of her heart shall forever
flare evergreen
dreams of tomorrow.
Place it on my tongue, Dulce del Diablo.
I am available with nowhere to go,
I will follow your lead, I will be in tow.
Let’s make a mockery of my dancing shoes,
prolongate the melody what do you choose?
Do not let me go, the magic we will lose.
I can feel the heat the fire within your eyes,
you’re no demon you’re a bird of paradise.
For this moment I’m willing to pay the price.
Let us waste away the hours until daybreak
forgetting for a moment what is at stake.
Affection is a chance everyone must take.
Hot as cinnamon and as sweet as candy,
absolute power I feel it intensely.
Dulce del Diablo will you dance with me?
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)
When you flew in with the fellows of the flowers-
I knew the apples and where the strawberries rang...
Every doorbell in the garden boasted the entire jungle-
And when the stalk minded every river...
You were the power to the chime!
Though we did wonder, tall as the stars-
The stuff of bells where peppers called...
Yet lonely rise the potato patch
How simply things could be-
Poppies, lillies, and the squash...
And fronds on the mic to revel in a riot-
So raving past the roots, the swing...
As sure as fire bird she dawned-
The plus as all come raise the drums...
The muddy glow as seen as law-
The rarest hat since roses bloomed...
As righteous winds of storm the tune-
A virtous wood and plains afar...
The bird of paradise claimed the floor...
And all did shake so sang some more-
The daisies danced, the pumpkins laughed...
And every zuchini with every stack-
The house was loaded with Peppermint zeal...
The whole herbal creation alighted the steal...
The best was meant to come!