Long Bluebell Poems

Legend has it that six hundred years ago, lived a creature of the wild. His name was Talos. He held the strength of a bear yet wore the coat of a fox. He was deep...

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Mother nature oh! Rose of roses!
Mother of all flowers' and smell,
Ylang Ylang! You don't know what it causes!
An aphrodisiac turns you on like hell!

Sandalwood with its masculine warmth poses,
Rosemary clears the head, you can tell,
Peppermint...

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Malnourishment is the song from the pans whose empty hold could offer no more products to be boiled and whirled. They were quite sad having been bought then hung. Hung. Sparkly signalling stale sales. Stale...

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Harry Horsman's treatment was withdrawn over a week ago and they are making him comfortable, he is now in Hospice care.

Susan Ashly…we can only hope that Hospice care can keep Harry comfortable. May comfort be...

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Oh, what a crisp, beautiful morning,
Surely this will be a wonderful day,
For every cloud that we will see
On our way, I’ll wish for a silver lining,
Designed just for you and me.

Adventure was nearing, I felt...

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My uncle's farm lay nestled in the central Wisconsin hills
A beautiful location sure to cure this city boy's ills
So imagine my delight when invited to stay a week
During summer vacation, this was certain to be...

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What happened to my boisterous boy,
      beloved keeper 
                     ...

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Oh I am but a simple leaf
         withering within the gutter
         one summer of bliss
    ...

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So Blue, what have you been doing since my last interview with you?

Well, I still hang out (or should I say “up”) with Sky. And I’m down with oceans, rivers, lakes and seas. 
However, Sky...

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"We can't ever fathom, 
     when the ceasing flicker of hope 
                   ...

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IN THE BLUEBELL WOODS AT SHOTLEY BRIDGE

Shotley Bridge woods must  no longer exist
Though I looked for them often as an adult.

Eventually  I stopped looking fior the woods.
However, I often recalled them in my...

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The Red Parasol Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper


Wandering along the soft shores of Vermont,
I carry my red parasol as Bluebell shares fond
memories with me of good times with her lover.  
I listened with intent, but my...

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Fairy Dance 

Where yet forbear spider hides, fairy chides 
Shall dare taunt and tiptoe on spider's web 
Silvery string hang and swing amides guides 
Slack-lining steps along until the ebb 

Shall dare taunt and tiptoe...

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Lamenting appalling heartbreaking mistreatment...
nonagenarian father experiences at Normandy Farms

Though dead, I gauge
these past one hundred and four plus months
linkedin with Gregorian calendar page
mine mother would be aghast

at deplorable inhumane outrage
played out upon Normandy Farms -
Bluebell,...

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What light in yonder forest falls
(sorry shake, had to get a start)
Sunrays beckoning night should befall,
Not wanting to leave but fight it off
Sinks into the waiting ground, 
Being engulfed without a sound.

Now darkness upon us,...

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"The Colour of the Breeze" 

Star Jasmine, 

orange blossom, 
pine leaves, and 
floating cymbidium

dipping oars 

into purple and white 
Agapanthus, drip off  
a lid on that day

exotic Nile lilies 
with lips of mead
drip potency

singing...

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Where yet refrain spider hides, fairy chides 
Shall dare tease and tiptoe on spiders webs 
Silvery string hang and swing amides guides 
Slack-lining steps along until it ebbs 

Shall dare tease and tiptoe on spiders...

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SPRING  FLOWERS  ABOUND

A time of year we love the best is spring, a time for new beginnings
Bringing us bright new flowers like the Buttercup to life
Cowslip are another delight along the verge as...

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Inside twinkling eyes of nights bloom
          Garden flowers whisper
      Peeking through tree branches, heads nod
      ...

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IN THE BLUEBELL WOODS  ( PART I I )


But none of these took my fancy
As much as the myriad bluebells
Which had spread to every shady nook and cranny
Of the floor of the leafy sea.
It...

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What's in a name, you say
  Is a rose still a rose by any other
And isn't 'Mom' a lot more loving
  Than calling her 'Mother' 

A name is an occupation, a means to...

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Inside twinkling eyes of nights bloom
          Garden flowers whisper
      Peeking through tree branches, heads nod
      ...

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A windswept bluebell I am
even though the sun is high in the sky
The wind ruffled the hair
my skin would slowly freeze like mosaic
Want to paint the picture with beautiful thoughts
but difficult to find the rainbow


Tears,...

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No spot, no matter how ugly can be transformed,
into a place of beauty and delightful with flowers;
in spring I feel a rising sense of excitement,
oh, soon the winter damage will be full of color.

Primrose with...

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Beneath the forest's canopy, the bluebells glimmer in quiver,
Dancing on a carpet of blue, flowers that lead in the ether.
A bass clef fluttering of nectar's verse, they open secret trails,
And quietly, tiny creatures carve their...

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