Long Bunches Poems
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Right out of the gate
the world grows eyes on the inside of time.
A banana tree as tall as an eyelash
bears bunches of fat yellow legs,
clusters of pendular legs are called hands.
Contradictions serve to jog you out of your mind.
Try not to think of babies kicking their own toes,
or ponder too much
on tarantulas and small venomous snakes.
Lifting the rusting machinery of a primal brain
can be hard work if you’re not used to it.
nevertheless,
raise a blink that takes a snapshot of a life.
After much rehabilitation and recover
feel free to postulate
that life seems much longer than it really is.
Most mature bananas are about the same length,
this simple observation alone
will make you unrecyclable forever.
DECAYING HOUSE
Old lady living in old building.
Doors with rusty latches, windowpane
broken, cornice full of feral ferns.
Decaying house at corner of blind lane.
Showers percolate through porous porch.
Old lady watches in frolic fun.
She cleans pale torn carpet with much care.
Cats play on unpaved yard under Sun.
Sixty years back she planted sapling
turning huge massive tree at front gate
holds large boughs-branches- bunches of leaves.
now nests of termites in rotten state.
Old lady only waits for children,
grandchildren to visit someday.
She feels dynamism in each limb
with lively mind: No senile decay.
09/27/20
Second Place
'Writing Challenge- Decay' Contest by Constance La France
'Completely on your Choice (29) Contest by Brian Strand
During my morning strolls along country paths
The world comes alive in all its gleam n’ glitter
What lovely vistas unfurl and pass me by
What miracles of creation, what wonders of life
What variety, what fantastic medley
What serene peace, what easeful tranquility
Sights and scenes that hold one’s breaths
Sounds and songs that chase away the moody aches
A bird twittering on a tree, a squirrel jumping from branch to branch
A flower here, a flower there, on the hedge and over the bower
Flirting with dandy butterflies on iridescent wings
Bunches of blooms nestled in the foliage of silken green
The early sun golden and glowing, dispersing radiant rays
The cotton clouds spreading a woolly carpet on his way
The puff of air intoxicant with heady fragrance
And doused with the chill of early morning mist
Herds of cattle grazing on far away meads
Avian chatter blended with the music of leaping cataracts
Their echoes sent out by tall rocks and giant boulders
All that pleases the eye and ear in euphoric delight
Had I been a Raphael or Rembrandt
I would have transferred those scenes onto a canvas
Which one would never get tired of gazing at
And kept in the drawing room for everyone to see
Or a Wordsworth to have composed those immortal
Tintern Abbey lines, inspired by these ‘beauteous forms’
To be recalled and recited by men of all ages and climes
That they ever ring resonant in their private closets!
Key is only 3 letters,
Small like an ant,
The big Oxford English escaped,
Writing what is key in 258 letters!
Key is an opener like my poem,
Married to locks long ago,living together in peace,
Keys to doors not windows then,
Windows and doors now and then,
The key by nature an opener,
As Adam this planet,
The master key,
The key person,
Adam came closing the doors of Heaven loosing key,
Key word,
Key board,
Key hole,
Came using key,
Key is not just a piece of metal,
Key can destroy the entire planet going digital,
When the key nations' peak,
When the key words speak,
Key voted the world first as a socialist,
In singles with every where with everybody,
The bunches what put the world in the dictator's list,
Some keys come hand to hand by generations like genes,
Some keys come in between sudden,seen,
Some keys in bunch with rich men,
Some keys sing in the hips of some watchmen,
Key is not the opener in all cases,
MonKEY and DonKEY are closing key what all confuses!
Lovely, rich dark purple lilacs bloom in early spring
Fragrant spring air decorated by vibrant purple gems
Bright yellow striped tulips emerge on Kelly green stems
Magenta petunias attract a hummingbird’s fluttery wings
Peony’s vibrant hot pink flowers opened saucer wide
Hydrangea bunches magnificently displayed in tanzanite blue
Lupines and wildflowers decorate the country side in bright hues
Summer rugosa roses climb along on beaches near ocean tides
Chrysanthemums in yellows, reds and oranges, festive fall flowers are here
Fields of sunflowers stand magnificently tall as birds feed from their seeds
Red and white poinsettias in decorative pots adorned with ribbons and beads
Beautiful amaryllis blooms displayed on window sills brings warm winter cheer
10/25/19
Writing Challenge, October, 2019 - Flower or Flowers -
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
(Edited 10/26/19)
"Be like a flower ... gentle, quiet and humble."
Quote _ Constance La France
Their blossoms faded to shades of amber filagree
Now, withered remnants of what they used to be
Sweet scent that once perfumed a drawing room
On stems cut from my garden, each humble bloom
is spent, past prime; ready to be pressed in a book
or drying in bunches, quietly hanging upon a hook
Recently snipped, arranged in a Lalique crystal vase
are their progeny, who have taken their elders' place.
How beautiful they are, dressed in cobalt blue gowns
eliciting smiles of adoration, never woebegone frowns.
Their beauty gentles my mood when they stand proud
until they too, will wither and fade, their stems bowed.
Oh, to be like a flower ~ gentle, quiet and humble,
happy to entice the pollen seekers, a bee who bumbles
or butterflies who flutter fragile wings, flying so free.
How I wish sometimes that a tiny creature I could be,
with delicate wings spread, I'd travel without a sound
grateful to be alive, without setting foot on the ground.
May 22, 2023
Writing Challenge ~ B Quotes Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
A funny thing just happened to me
Logging onto the site my friends
Someone asked me what's up with the sillies
Are you trying to start a new trend?
Yep! I said, there's too much negativity
I find it very hard to swallow
My simple mind has trouble understanding
At times find it difficult to follow
So I'm trying my best to brighten things up
Though this site is second to none
Just want to add some fun and frivolity
With bunches of giggles and fun
Sure don't expect to get total agreement
Some like that real serious stuff
With forty or fifty per cent I'll be happy
That sure will be more than enough!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Silence………A solemn hush
except
for
insects
running
amongst the jade green grass
and the large invasive vines.
Large cypress trees,
stately and tall,
throw shadows around me
as I wend my way
along the lonely lanes
of moss-covered, musty-smelling tombs
careful not to touch the poison ivy
or admire the wisteria vines.
People do visit here,
for look, bunches of flowers
adorn the place,
emitting scents to try and nullify
the staleness of the resting place.
Headstones obliterated by the wind,
makes me wonder who lies beneath.
Was she beautiful and tall?
Ugly and short?
What does it matter now?
For all I care she could have been
beautiful and short.
But some things do matter
in our personal short earthly time.
All that matters is
what we do with our life.
Death holds no sting, really.
But
don’t
touch
the poison ivy.
Twilight displayed spectacular spectrum
Sun rays pasted colors on sky-album.
Startled shuddered on sudden storm
Gust in lust on thrust brought fragrance from past
Long lost amour sending romantic aroma
Hidden memory ignited my thirst.
Whiling wind in my mind caused enigma.
Strong breeze shaking boughs, waving branches
Passionate petals fell off on silent scream.
Gale outburst tearing off flower-bunches.
Ruthless wind winding my dormant dream.
Sinking in morbid melancholy,
reminiscing my sweetheart, my honey,
whom I had left at corner of my journey.
The remembrances are rippling,
still on my beats of pulse.
hitting me on strong impulse,
driving to despondency, me crippling.
Emotive urges not to surge,
rather stagnancy to indulge.
Sudden summer storm outburst
Heart of the storm shattered my heart.
What is actually happening, hard to analyse.
All my sensations going to be paralysed,
Only feeling pricking : Without you I am to live
for the rest of my life, how can I survive ?
What a great grandma I have.
Flowers come natural to her.
Now why can’t I too
Have green fingers like her?
End of September is the beginning of Fall.
Yellow sunflowers lower their head,
Harvest will start to produce oil.
My grandma has a few and a producer
Always comes to gather the wilting blooms.
The farmer always gives her bunches
Of blooming celosia., so stunning to look at.
Can you blame the young children
Who dare caress the soft curly heads?
Chrysanthemums flourish in her small garden
Where a patch is reserved for them all year long.
They flower all year long till autumn comes
And then they flourish all the more.
But my favourite flowers will always be
When Autumn gladdens grandma’s garden
With red Chinese Lanterns, a reminder
That Christmas is now so near.
Dear grandmother has a knack
As she wove them in garland form
Until Halloween is past and then
We’ll bury them with the rest.
9 December 2021
Strand No 1042 Poetry Contest