Long Bud Poems
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Love is a flower garden,
An ocean of emotions;
Photographs of memories,
Love is a journey.
There are many kinds of love,
A lover's embrace and kiss;
Love of family and friends,
The love of a pet.
Love of nature and the world,
Mankind and all creatures;
For me, the love of poetry,
And, I love you God.
Oh, love turns the world around,
Love is stronger than a war;
Hate, jealousy have no chance,
Love, a fragile bud . . .
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May 1, 2016
Poetry/Dodoitsu/Love- A Fragile Bud Opening
Copyright Protected, ID 16-784-525-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Love Turns The World Around
sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron
First Place
The one I planted, nurtured, watered with my own blood—
You bloomed the prettiest flower, where butterflies always hover.
Nectar brimmed with love, unbound blessings of a mother,
Standing alone, spreading its euphoric vigor.
You could never be weak.
You didn't bloom to be suppressed;
It might be hot or freezing cold.
Never stop climbing,
destiny awaits at the peak.
Be light piercing dark, sun thawing cold.
My warmth is trapped in you,
Stay fearlessly bold.
Rise against hands stained red.
Never get imprinted by their cruel marks.
For you are the provider, the nurturer herself—
Never be afraid; always be yourself.
You're the beginning,
You're the untimely end.
The flower they could never break,
Even the storm couldn't bend.
Her beauty, her presence, leaves nothing to chance
Unaware she steals eyes, at the very first glance
takes air from the lungs, steals joy from the fun
and brims with an essence that captures the sun
A smile that's as natural as a day in the sun
With hair slick and shining from an afternoon's fun
Her skin pink and rosy
Our eyes follow closely
while legs long and slim, are like stems on the posies
In her innocence taking it all for granted
Not knowing that nature around her, enchanted
This beautiful child, who never was told
That she'll bloom like a flower that soon will unfold
Into a beauty that remains yet untold
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12/6/15 For Contest "Oil Paintings" sponsored by Eve Roper
Image #2
BUD & GLOW
Think not my silence forgetfulness
my meaning now to you declare,
my resolution to be, all in this
poetry.This diversity of your
favours now,I dare no longer
silent stay.Some observations
I have framed to myself and
relate to you today.My tears,
many for you,to bud &glow
and bear fruit in your soul and
not take their toll,such fruit of
my observations will I’m sure
bless you more and more.I fear
only that I haver omitted some
fitting circumstance,yet you will
pardon my haste and forgive if
my verse is not entirely to your taste.
From George Herbert letters 1,2,3,4,8
9,10,12,13,15
*A Phrasis is a structured verse where the poet uses selected prose phrases of another writer’s(not a poet) to compile unique poetry therefrom as a tribute thereto,the word phrasis is Greek for phrase
Listen to me read this phrasis of mine on youtube under the name ichthyschiro
Hovering close
To the brilliant hues
Scarlet and gold
Sapphire so bold
Purple and lilac, lavender
Vibrant and alive
Like the dancing fireflies
Soaring, singing delight
Reflecting the joy
Caressing petals, delicious
Cuisine, rich, exciting
Vibrating with sensations
Lively like the wind
Gentling every sunset
Erasing all distress
With the melody of hope
Kissing my wings
Awakening my dreams
Snatching morsels, relishing
Wishes, beckoning praise
For the wonders
Secret grace, remarkable
Subtle lights of fires
Breathing laughter, subtracting
Whispers of darkness
Removing the buds and pollen
Crosspollinating with passions
Ablaze and in fashion
Reassuring the clouds
As they drift on seas of azure
Soft and delicate, suspended
On air, breathing the potent
Scent of faith, elation
Replacing doubt
Flying, buzzing, energetic
Like a humming star
Stirring up the wonders
Peaceful thoughts
Drifting across the heavens
Calling out to be blessed
By the One who brings light
Removes the darkest night
Singles out a star, falling
Awakening the heart
To a rapture, a pure freedom
Found in the proof
His love is everlasting
I am the one who grows
Stronger and more alive
With each passing flower’s nutrients
Flowing through my veins
Feeding the queen who reigns
With silent comfort
The ambition strong, faithfully
Reaching beyond the mist
Seas of fog and rumors, vapors
Murmuring through the image
Busy with nourishing
Our queen, the one we believe
Is more important
Than ever was a king
Other than the One, the true king
Who created us to be bees!
Bee Creative Poetry Contest
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May 28, 2022
“If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.”– Frances Hodgson Burnett
Though I’m unable to bear the coldest days,
My heart is eager when they put me on display,
All my buds and blooms seem like a blaze,
Vibrant hues of scarlet and cerise smile hooray!
Summer silences all my doubts about being enough.
With the sunlit reflections mirroring my soul,
There are even days when I feel like hot stuff.
It is assured that my splendor can surely console!
Melancholic when autumn calls my name,
Promising me a future without blossoms or leaves,
It won’t be very long and I’ll bow my head in shame,
My summer heart hides amid shadows as she grieves!
Slight may outdo the sizeable
Nature is fascinatingly unique
Its sways and swings are astounding
Moon may hide the sun
A damsel may win where duchess fail
Not big and small, not high and low but
Chance, moment and providence prevail
Giant ship may sink, a tiny boat may sail
All is worthy and valued in the nature
Circumstances and contexts do matter
Not the status, extent and magnitude
Bird’s choir may foil a singer on platter
Starry night may outshine the bright sun
A timid solitary wisdom may overtake
The coveted and assorted minds by
exposing the mysteries, remained undone
A shy tiny bud lying in a forlorn pot
May catch the beholder’s eye
Strolling in the garden full of bloom
Soliciting the petals endearing his choice
The poise and serenity of cool breeze
Cradle of green trees and golden leaves
May be million times more soothing
Than the affluence of palatial room
On a wide lonely road in the summer noon
Walking fast to escape the burning heat
One can’t forget shadows of thoughtful trees
And their compassion with which they treat
Every pig likes eating slop;
Every cow chews cud.
Humans differ in their tastes,
But blame it on the bud.
Our tongues are packed with sensors
Which determine what we savor.
Though you’d choose chocolate ice cream,
I’d select a different flavor.
I love a cake or pie that’s made
With lemon or with berry;
My taste buds make that choice for me –
It isn’t arbitrary.
I can’t control a preference
Determined by my tongue.
Environment has no affect
On whence my tastes have sprung.
We’re programmed for uniqueness
In our looks, our smiles, our smarts;
And taste buds add another fruit
To all the applecarts.
In restaurants or picnics
We may eye each other’s food,
But we’ll enjoy the flavors that
Our tongues have not pooh – poohed.
Neath sun-kissed skies at sweet springtime
leaves sprout and naked branches bless
with clothes of green that lifts the mood
from doldrums deep of winter past.
Like bulging breasts, the buds break forth
plump with the pistil and petals
waiting like a flag to unfurl
and bloom like a breathtaking bride.
The blazing ball her blooming breeds
each flower fair with fragrance fresh.
Then like a memory, she fades
as day gives way to evening shades.
Our lives are like the flowers fair
we bud then bloom and quickly fade.
Make it your goal fragrance to add
to those you meet whose lives are sad.
Then when your life on earth is done
the trail of good you have begun
will mark the way for those who run
and not grow dark at set of sun.
A young bud, I’m awakened by Bells of Ireland
and a magnificent Morning Glory,
Baby’s Breath and Freesia near my cheek.
Larkspur and Delphinium happily look on
as blissfully I sun myself throughout the morn
surrounded by an ever-present bright array of beauty!
Enchantingly time passes as I take notice of
Lavender’s allure and the grace of Queen of Lace;
the charm of Jonquille, Jasmine, and Gardenia.
Pansy, Tulip, Peony, and Petunia want to play,
swaying gleefully with Buttercup and fellow Gladiola.
Periwinkle seems to wink at me
as I sneak a peek at pretty Primrose in repose.
However, when sweet Violet I spy,
she always shrinks so shyly from my gaze.
I’m cheered by Chrysanthemum and yellow Daffodil.
Marigold and Sunflower never fail to make me smile;
Magnolia and Myrtle nod hello to me
and Forget-me-not reminds me she is there!
Through the whole sweet afternoon,
fair Lilac’s scent permeates the air.
Soon enough Sun bids us all Adieu.
I then see white against the fading light -
Iris, Lily, Narcissus, Limonium and Rose.
Inhaling Orchid’s heady fragrance through the night,
I slumber in tranquility, wondering in dreams. . .
what flower I’ll be blossoming into!
For SandyIvy's "My own little Garden" Poetry Contest