Long Corsages Poems
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The time has come
to bid adieu
to all the dreams
I've had of you
Of high school dances
and corsages
like so many
sweet mirages
Sunset walks
along the beach
with you forever
out of reach
Romantic dinners
marriage vows
and every joy
that life allows
No son or daughter
on my knee
to throw a ball
or climb a tree
These things, it seems
have passed me by
And I shall always
wonder why
The mirror has
a tale to tell
but misty eyes
don't see so well
Let this be no
concern for you
For I have seen
your dreams come true
While my old soul
ran out of gas
your every wish
has come to pass
In sowing foolish seed
my Lord
I've surely reaped
a fool's reward
So while I take
my rightful place
no longer shall I
run this race
Since disappointment
came to call
I wish I'd never
dreamed at all
© Mike Wise
5-24-23
Somedays I want to choke myself to death
To strangle my neck until my face turns blue
To wrap the ends of a nylon string to my hands
Like corsages on a ballerina’s wrist
To keep dancing
Until my face turns blue
Somedays I want to carve a pattern on the insides of my wrists
Weaving intricate patterns bleeding red with some sharp elegant cuts on the bluish veins
To watch myself bleed to death
To paint the walls of a room with splattering designs
To burn my body alive
What a waste my brain wants to say
Worth the experience my heart believes
The pain the horror the infliction
To be able to write about a burning body
After having experienced it thoroughly
To watch the blood drip down
Drop by drop, trickling
Darker splashes on the top
Faded ones by the bottom
I wonder if I spin
Would the patterns turn more beautiful
Would it resemble a mandala
If I kept turning and turning and turning
The aroma of mellow gardenias, the dance of a ballerina,
the sound of an Italian concertina
Purple, shaded, toe shoes that glide across a stage with
footlights and an applause of praise.
Tender thoughts to remember, in winter, Spring or even
a blustery, Midwest September.
Birthdays that my parents bought me corsages for, and
many relatives with presents at the door.
Birthday dinners on ivory and gold linen with candle lights,
such elegance.leaves, my soul, sparkling bright.
Decades later, I recall, my little daughter, Maria born three
days prior to my birthday, was the most blessed gift from
God~overall!
I may be eight-five today, but I still am full of life and to plan
to play, full-out, till God calls me home on my final day.
3/13/2023
Just as days long ago, when decorum resolved,
before composure, and poise,.. were corsages, unknown
Where propriety mattered, and was favored as gold,
high society, has gathered to flavor their tea
There's a trellis, embraced by a rose climbing vine
Places are set, for dining in jade
beneath shadows that stretch under arthritic old trees
While slivers of sunshine, squeeze through the branches
of silver leafed limbs, in magnolia bloomed shade
Tea will be served, by large knuckled hands
at several round tables dressed with Swiss lace designs
Wearing lavender silk is our proper Grand Dame'
who fits her surroundings, as vintage as wine
Voices are lilting like the birds in the trees
Laughter and chatter, mingle with soft, summer breezes
A bouquet of old friends, around a few scattered tables.
Silver coifed hairdos, to make celebration
Crepe myrtle and wrinkles, beneath ashes and maples
Water cress munchies, and triangle creations
Sweet honey-suckle, tucked over the porches.…
Rose petal blossoms, are painted on china
Bridge cards, tumble by Blue Willow dishes
Biscuits from England, crumble sublimely
Large bosoms bouncing, and big floppy hats
Gossip dished up with lemon-sliced frowns
Up in the tree is the neighbor's calico cat
who catches a glance, and a chance to crawl down
Are they ladies of leisure, from a time that is lost?
Or a painting I've seen on the wall from the past?
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Inspired By the Garden Party Contest
Sponsored By Cyndi McMillan 6/6/14
Flowers are a pretty sight
They shine brightly in the light
Rainbow colors all around
Growing gorgeous in the ground
Some are sharp with thorny stems
Used for romance and love gems
Others are made to bouquets
On unique and special days
Pink, yellow and orange too
Red, green, purple, even blue
To help us smile when we see
This miraculous beauty
Small or big-- bright or sunny
Bees use them to gather honey
So we have a yummy treat
When our bellies want to eat
Corsages being placed on arms
To look pretty at the prom
Graves with a freshly made wreath
For missed loved ones underneath
Soft rose petals on a bed
Thoughts are filling up your head
A ring inside a glass of wine
Asking her will you be mine
Flowers are used every day
In actions and words we say
Smelling pretty-- looking sweet
These miracles can not be beat
Prickly thorns meet flowers wholeheartedly.
They share nature's affection ardently.
Their soft, pale blossoms awaken sweet joy
That fills the world with nature's gentle toys.
Each bloom seems fancy, yet purely simple.
Green journeys, old affections rekindled.
The flowing vines encircle me through time.
And I thrive in this verdant paradigm.
Blueberries and grapes adorn my table.
Bright ribbons hold them in place, so stable.
Flowers and shoots rise upward from hidden roots.
Brightening our lives with their attributes.
Bright budding bouquets call sweet messengers.
While corsages seek out warm well-wishers.
The world we enjoy thrives with rich fauna.
Fresh flora sprouts and nature works smarter.
Through verdant grass, I chase the flowers wide.
Where ferns meet me on the mossy woodside.
There's beauty in a colorful bouquet
With fragrance calling to lead me astray!
Roses, Daffodils, and stones fill life's room,
For living, Earth must ever stay in bloom.
Nature circles Earth with breathing lyrics.
Words of greenery, inspiring spirits!
I can see tomato and basil sprigs,
And beneath my feet rest prickly brown twigs.
Your flowery words bloom in the rose's heart,
And keep love's flow joined when it's far apart.
Herbs and Flora do guard a spicy world;
Beside their path, true white pearls rest unfurled!