Long Buds Poems
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The splendor of blossoming flower,
in the petals of the unfurling buds it lies,
as the spring’s sweet scent shower
saturates the latticed wings of butterflies.
Their charm surrounds the frame of charisma,
I see suspended on the wall,
and while watching I float in the air of fantasy,
I reinvent the captivating magnetism of Mona Lisa.
The sensuous forces of attraction that enthrall,
carry women’s time transcending pure beauty.
Nothing lies between the charming Eve and you,
when you’re in view my vision is suffused
with the enchanting radiance of rainbow hue,
shimmering on the enigmatic smile enthused
by the lure of the silver-lined drifting cloud,
making the face enticingly glamorous,
filling my mind with endearing fascination.
As my entranced feelings come out of shroud,
I envision the picture so gorgeous
exude the lady’s everlasting attraction.
The charm of the spectacular still life image,
created by the painter supreme,
activates the sense of awe with the luring visage,
with the eyes of crystal stars dreaming cosmic dream.
As the tinsels of charm swathe my mesmerized heart,
the pulsation of beguiling cadence I feel.
I perceive the aura of exquisite brilliance
in the grand masterpiece of superb living art.
The metaphors of her relentless appeal
define women’s enduring eternal magnificence.
I watched you this morning.
When the cool of the air settled on the morning buds
leaving only the hint of moist stolen kisses
as golden rays slowly caressed the dew from the petals,
I watched you.
Your Cobalt beauty beseeching my gaze
transcending mere mortal allure,
playful and mischievous
the Goblin dancing in your eyes,
as your burning gaze pierced the darkness within me,
I watched you this morning.
Then turning away, as if I weren’t there,
you teased me with your tantalizing flirtatiousness,
pretending that we shared but a passing moment,
a furtive glance, an instance’s breath of longing,
your laughter sighing through the soft petals of your ardent lips.
I watched,
your slow feline body, lithe and graceful,
belying the fragility of your nature.
Your deliberate movements agilely swaying,
then you glanced back at me
with impassioned pout,
as your love lies bleeding in your mournful sorrow.
Through billowing trusses of Amaranth blooms
in the breath of breeze
that gently whispers through the curlicue locks
of your glistening auburn hair,
you comb your long slender fingers,
passing slowly down your neck,
straightening each beautiful tangle.
I watched you
and my desire to hold you overwhelmed me
but you ignored me,
making me want you, yet, more deeply.
I watched you
speaking to everyone but me.
How I wished to be each one of them
and bring this sad loneliness to an end.
I watched you
until at last with a single final look, intentional and lingering,
you brushed slowly past me, smiling sweetly,
as you gazed beneath silken lashes,
like those of Aphrodite, long and mesmerizing,
deep into my longing eyes
through the bottomless pellucid pool of cerulean
from which you enchanted me.
“Smile,” you whispered,
and my lips turned for the shortest of instance,
my grin mirroring the beauty of you.
Tenderly you touched my arm
then walked away,
and I watched.
11/20/2017
After all the agonizing years when I drifted,
a day dawns from the debris of hope
with the sunrise aura of the future,
my appetency rises from the dust of dream.
The bursting beams of the rising sun,
slicing through the ether of my emptiness,
carry your essence to my mind I configure
as an urn to contain my universe of memory.
The allure of the affable contours of your face,
assures me I could tone down
my bitter feeling and absolve myself of
the abysmal attribution of dismal discontent.
The flicker of your sparkling smile like a flower,
caressed by the jasmine ripples of zephyr,
flows with your fragrance with whisper of the past,
fills my psyche I craft as a crystalline time capsule.
When floral lattice designs the motif of my longing,
the buds emit the aroma of your redolence.
As the bottle of emotion I open time and again
the perfume of memory suffuses my heart.
Flowers with colours enchant me,
Buds budding and blooming,
Beauty surrounds, fills me with glee,
Nature’s way of grooming;
Critters with colours charm me too,
Paws dancing; tails wagging.
Talented tricks they learn to do,
Hear pet owners bragging.
Multicolored folk glow with light,
Kids gleam with hearts of gold.
Red and yellow, brown, black and white
God made us all we’re told.
To show God’s colours, it’s our part
To shine on His wavelength.
Charged to love Him with all our heart,
With all our soul and strength.
Looking around, I stand in awe
of God in creation,
I want to dance and shout hurrah!
Such is heart’s elation!
April 23, 2023
Author’s Notes: Joanna Daniel wrote the first and last stanzas;
I joined in with the middle three. In writing this, I discovered
that it is the wavelength of light that determines color
and the wavelength of sound determines pitch.
the blog wars
hiding beneath and behind
the tufted heads of the nine tailed cats
awaiting the unsuspected entry
of inane innocence at large
devious despoilers – these demons
perfections faulted protectors
exacting a price they cannot pay
holding an ideal as a weapon
denying the truth of a single beauty
because it stands among so many
mocking the buds of beauty’s quest
as inept imposters to the throne
sticking the thorns of jealous roses
into the hearts of blooming daisies
hiding in the bulrushes of ego’s
self inflating fallacy
yet still intruders crash the gates
bold interlopers plodding onward
toiling in the trenches of a dream
unfazed by guardians failing scheme
John G. Lawless
10/12/2015
submitted to – Best October Poem – Poetry Contest
sponsor – SKAT A
Orb of light in night flight,
specter aglow in onyx gown,
upon shimmering, icy-laden trees,
branches encapsulated winter’s freeze.
Indigo blanket ringed in haze
of the moon’s controlling gaze.
As the hares do romp and play,
amid the snow-capped winter days,
to dine on twigs and frozen buds
and unto dens full bellies run,
to huddle down as days be done;
‘neath ground of grass and straw to sleep.
As animal and man do dream,
of warmer climes, comforting scenes;
I scan the skies and thank the moon
as light-rays sing nocturnal tunes.
As those beams come ever near,
an old oak sheds an icy tear.
What is brewing in kitchen? Flavour of Cooking? ....mmm.. it smittens.
Meals are memories......stories to be listened...
Those sound of aroma...were noisy....but they glistened...
Kneading of dough....bangles tinkling....banging of plates...cups clanking...
Perhaps it's the tap.....somewhere water is bouncing...
The brownies are baking....off goes the timer.....the oven is beeping.
Pop goes the toaster......mixer is grinding.
cooker is whistling....something smelling?....it's the milk spilling.....
smoke is pluming...steamer is boiling....
the hot pan sizzling.....it's oil and water wrangling....
the pancakes flipping....beaten batter thumping....
cream is whipping....veggies are chopping.... onion garlic sauting...
The 'orchestra' of kitchen......taste buds are singing..
The gallery of dining.... or a table of painting? ....
So audible....So visible...."Homemade Love" is cooking...
The recipe? my words are writing!!
Azalea blooms show their pink blaze
Begonias in beds amaze
Cornflowers grow in blue delight
Daffodil debuts still thrill our sight
Eastern Redbud, a bright pink splash
Forsythia gold hides winter's ash
Gardenia, soft with creamy hues
Hyacinth paints with varied blues
Irises rise in purple duds
Jasmine vines show pastel buds
Kafir Lilies, a border bloom
Lilacs share their sweet perfume
Magnolias are pink or white
Neillia clusters in rose delight
Orchids grow with pale soft hues
Pansies, purple with darkest blues
Quince's blossoms of pink delight
Red Chokeberry blooms in rose or white
Snowdrops dangle small white gems
Tea Tree Camellias sleep on stems
Ursinia shows a fiery glow
Viburnum's spread creates a show
Wax Flowers paint a pastel scene
Xylobium...an Orchid dream
Yellow Anemones' full beds bring
Zinnias add their splash to Spring
Modeled by the skilled and clumsy hands
of artists and artisans into an ideal state of she-ness,
a penniless waif appears on a stool
last week a stranger called her Mona Lisa.
Statuesque upon the betrayer
warmed by the lemon-lolly light from
bays of north facing windows, blinded;
she can but blink.
Surrounded by a
cog-notched cyclical wheel of nubile artists—
blooming buds of wildness, vertical sprigs
flail softly on the breezy bounty of
illumination.
Brush and trowel, thick and thin,
the artists stoke her—semblance
canvased by millennium brush biters
maudlin Mary is returned to the pre-historic stew
by the likes of Claude
polished to a pearly perfection
by type A, Hieronymus’.
They were all strangers to her posers,
every bit as much as she.
Royal pretenders in a world
where only the artless
are paid.
Moneylenders rise on their discarded carapaces
beauty sucked dry by the doers and shakers
who spread like choking bittersweet through
the lollypop-light from the bay windows facing north
consuming Mona.
Julie ford Oliver - Famous Models
Ekphrasis
First Appeared in Illumen Magazine Fall of 2014
Perhaps I’ll lose my leaves and stay this year,
To join winter’s bleakest winds and hours;
My northeast friends will leave and disappear
For southern sun and obsequious flowers.
Only a stray, grey squirrel will appear
To find if nut from fall may still be found.
My thin bark may be gnawed by hungry deer
As no food may be found upon the ground.
For winter force’d nascent thoughts inward
And I must have the luxury to weigh
An eidolon, now so froward,
The freedom to gestate and have its way.
Then spring shall come and her new buds emerge
For Life’s Forms shall have their demiurge.