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lyrics written as per contest rules to the melody of 'Summer breeze'
by Seals and Croft
Verse 1
Lying in a lush and verdant meadow
Nature’s sweet aromas start to set me free.
Honeybees are pollinating clover
Mellow sounds of summer sweeping over me.
Chorus
Summer breeze, cares left behind
Perfect place to let my thoughts unwind.
Summer breeze, breathes unconfined
Blows away the cobwebs in my mind.
Verse 2
Summer haze is shimmering before me
And above me cotton wool clouds drift by
Butterflies in iridescent glory
Soaring skylarks serenade the azure sky.
Chorus
Summer breeze, cares left behind
Perfect place to let my thoughts unwind.
Summer breeze, breathes unconfined
Blows away the cobwebs in my mind.
(missed deadline for contest: summer breeze)
Once upon a time in an alluring place
Flourishing realm sweet with seasons showers pace
The earth food for life the lush greenness embrace
Array of flowering plants that twirl and lace
Birds twittered on leafy branches full of grace
Rare butterflies with wide, vibrant wings took chase
Bobbing on the breezeless air they dare through space
Charmed fairies if you gaze close into their face
They sniffed the air scared to be spotted they’ll race
Satyrs played pan flutes others danced everyplace
While others sang a phrase carrying a mace
“Steady my heart; scented blooms cannot unlace
The beauty of your face I cannot erase”
Dare venture down a well-trod maze; rocks retrace
Your way back dazed so be prepared just in case
2/13/2017
Poetry Contest: Monorhyme
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
This magical fairy who paints my dreams
Has blushed my fantasy in subtle hints
That kissed dreamy night on the thrills of fall--
An amber delight on the hills hued brown
I have known her long since blossoms of spring
When grass was green in the lilting prairies
And scent of my garden perfumed soft winds
While butterflies roamed in search of honey
Upon summer's zeal she shimmied with breeze
And teased my musings in rustles of trees
As echoes of love waltzed on humid air
And sailed with me on tides of blue ocean
I see her charm now as leaves turn crimson
When desires of passions our moods invoke
And moon’s shadows on rushing water float
In waves of romance where blue river flows
She waits for me beneath twinkles of stars
Where scarlet vistas blaze autumn’s canvas
And holds me closely in rhythms of her heart
As pulses soon dance to nightingale’s song
But, just when it's time to satiate dreams
Alas! she leaves spanning mystical wings
Though this quest chased passions illusory
Cherish I'll, always, daydreams she lent me
April 8, 2021
Ten syllables per line (howmanysyllables.com)
Placed 1st: This or that, vol. 1 poetry contest
Title chosen: Chimera
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
As the flowers are reborn in the embrace of emerging spring,
Who am I to wither at dawn, when I see the morning blackbirds gathering,
Blessing me with songs they sing in crystalline voices.
Once, their melancholic song melts with each drop of rain,
Under blue and clear skies, they banish winter’s pain with hopeful trills.
I watch them gather fallen twigs, skillfully building new nests,
Bravely rebuilding what was once shattered, facing nature’s trials.
I know predators lurk in the shadows, so at sunset, in the silent dusk,
I wonder where they find shelter, not to fall prey to the merciless night.
With a philosopher's eyes, the mind wonders: what if birds were born without wings?
How would they fly to freedom when trapped? Would we still hear the blackbird’s song?
Wandering in the wilderness, some glide slowly, lost in melancholic motions,
Sinking gently into surface streams, unable to control their chaotic emotions.
We are blessed with spiritual wings, yet some prefer to remain in their fragile cocoon,
Still unable to learn from the birds’ return, their true soul struggles to sing harmoniously.
In the migration of misunderstood minds, we may lose ourselves among unfamiliar silhouettes,
Like dead petals ignored by butterflies, our pains turn us into puppets.
Darkness will always consume our horizons, but reaching the edge of light,
I rejoice in the belief that my spirit will fly, even if my foundations collapse at the shore of hope.
Wonderful mints, delicious cookies, my roses simply dazzle your eyes on wedding sheet cakes,
Yes, I am a baker, a mighty mighty baker, and I get up early to delight customers I make.
Bright entertainment, exciting melodies, lyrics that please and delight,
I am a disc jockey that plays music for the nightclub crowd, sometimes all night.
Whistle, thistle, butterflies and buffoons, I am the one who sleeps like good slobs.
No work for me as my elderly parents are idiots and still have their jobs.
I think what chumps they are, as they get up early, and go to work,
Buying into a system that makes me poke fun and smirk.
No job for me,
No job today.
I am a forty-year-old with issues,
And I like to play.
“ ... the bee collects nectar and departs without
injuring the flower, or its color or fragrance .... "
Quote from _ Quotefancy
I am a bee and my life is an eternal struggle
each day I need nectar and pollen to survive
I also need water- but I have found a haven
a bee friendly city garden created with love
oh, I don't mind sharing it with butterflies
and hummingbirds, I know they need food too !
I have watched the young women planting
she is so calm and tranquil and knows
exactly what I like. How did she know that
I cannot see red, but love purple and yellow
and I don't mind blue and white, but no red !
She has created a sweet garden of delight
with purple coneflowers, black eyed susan
sunflowers, daisies, lupines, zinnias, phlox
yarrow, asters and even herbs that I love
like rosemary, oregano, basil and chives,
of course, in reality I do not know their names !
One day, I made a mistake and flew inside
an open door, I was in a daze and was buzzing
but she did not hurt me but cupped her hands
and carried me back outside and placed me
gently on a purple coneflower, that was nice !
She even considered that we need to drink
and has given us a bird bath of clean water
well, I have to share it with the butterflies
and birds, ever seen a hummingbird take a bath !
Oh, I love my wildflower haven . . .
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May 27, 2022
Poetry/Personification/The Bee Haven
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1459-026-27
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Bee Creative
sponsor, Matt Caliri, Judged 07/1712022
With warm caresses from the sun
daffodils and crocuses sprout:
while the tulips start popping out.
The fight for my heart has begun,
snowdrops, verses snowflakes of white:
both, being a delightful sight.
Winter's defeated, Spring has won,
its fragrance's inhaled with each breath;
Life's revival reverses Death.
A sugary sap starts to run,
an elixir for budding leaves;
that allows green to paint the trees.
And moths leave cocoons, larvae spun,
to join butterflies in the air;
beautifying the world they share.
With warm caresses from the sun:
the fight for my heart has begun.
Winter's defeated, Spring has won.
A sugary sap starts to run,
and moths leave cocoons, larvae spun.
And whenever that bare voice narrows,
he drinks in doses of old music
and throws the shards of his distorted thoughts into the trash,
and stops his heart’s bleeding with a knife.
He roams the empty city scape,
the muddy alley of the neighborhood, painting his lungs in smoke,
and continues to gather the scent of the corpses of his words
and piles them in a cesspool.
It is past noon, into night and dawn.
If he obeys and arrives, he will soon approach sunset,
and the darkness will be extinguished.
But if he refuses, the bleeding of his mind continues,
the flow of words from me prolonged,
and silence will continue to hammer my ears and tear them apart.
The fire will burn in my soul, and ice will freeze my heart.
Then stone flows into the river of our garden,
breaking the water and shattering the air,
defying the laws of physics, where butterflies grow and bloom,
and roses swim in our sky, from butterfly to butterfly.
There, we listen to the calm of chirping branches,
above the wings of birds of repentance,
watching from below the mountain peak,
how the stars of our land fade, yet will not extinguish the darkness.
In this world, armies practice love instead of war,
exchanging showers of perfumes and bullets of kisses,
and when they attack, they dance and inevitably win,
to rejoice in drinking music at night and consuming books in the morning.
Ornate is the ironwork that I peer through
as my fingers grasp the garden gate,
and I open my eyes to my Wonderland.
My bare feet step down the moonlit path,
where fireflies twinkle amongst the stars
that reflect upon the flowing crystal brook.
I capture them in a lantern, then set them free.
My lavender dress twirls weightlessly as I dance,
here I am free to feel joy and to dream.
Here beyond the gate of my enchanted garden,
when the golden sun sets low in the evening sky,
the daisies, gladiolas, and pansies never close their petals
and the sunflowers shine in the moonbeams.
While butterflies stay to perch on the blooming trellis,
the song of the hummingbird fills the warm night air
and I fall asleep in my flower bed of thorn-less roses.
Written by: Kelly Deschler
February 17th, 2014
For Nette Onclaud's contest - "My Secret Garden"
Be quiet
Betrayal was so evident
in your eyes,
Once shimmered bright
in my passion,
Words could not say
so I chose to be quiet !
Waves that once giggled
and created melody,
Humming of the bees
flutter of butterflies,
Everything stood still,
I chose to be quiet !
Followed you everywhere
with my heartbeats,
That now no longer beat,
Emotions that swayed
to the tune of love,
Flowed and flooded
now have dried !
Burning desires
reduced to ashes,
No smoke seen
not a cry,
Could you perceive
my cravings in angst,
and assure me,
A quantum of trust
Why I chose to be quiet ?
Written July 30th , 2015
For contest "Time to B" by Casarah