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We are those pretty baubles:
the most delicate ornaments
that folks hang on a big or small Christmas Tree!
Kids pull us down and that's naughty;
they make us roll down the carpet...
until they smash us with their toes!
What have we done to deserve this awful fate?
We hope that this season won't bring us any woes!
Handle us with care, we are too fragile...
a gleeful Christmas we offer with our beauty;
our colors remind of green hammocks, red and white roses;
yellow daffodils waving in spring fields that make poets smile!
We wish not to be taken down: our image is never dreary;
be kind to us, we'll give off gleams that the winter's moon loves!
Pretty baubles never get fluffy snowflakes,
or get blown away by a wind that steadily drifts;
they continue to awe all with their loveliness...
come closer and make your lovely wishes!
Written on 12/17/2016
Chill the north-east air
On the bravest cheek
Though the March sun sifts
Through the clouding sheet
As if winter fights
The advancing spring,
While the daffodils dance
In the darting breeze!
So sure the measured steps of time
Steal slow the strength of men,
And years at last
Must yield their power
To younger blood,
To generations yet to be,
Till they in turn grow old
On time's resistless wheel
Of life and death
And all would seem
A sequence meaningless
Of gain and loss,
Of hope, despair,
Of life, of death.
Yet by that dancing daffodil
God speaks a lesson pure,
Apparent death can spring again
And even winter's chill
Prepare the heart to find new life
In Christ.
I tiptoed through the tulips
And leapt over the lavender bed
I covered the ground in red rose petals
And laid out a picnic spread
I winked at the Black Eyed Susans
And flirted with the buttercups
I sipped my glass of dandelion wine
As my eyes drank all the beauty up
I patronized the pansies
And was mesmerized by marigolds
I assembled all the azaleas
Into my memory portfolio
I borrowed from the begonia
Her bouquet of wondrous smells
And listened for the tinkling
Of little silverbells
I was dazzled by the daffodils
Enjoying every one of them
And couldn’t take my eyes off
Of the blooming geranium
I snapped pictures of petunias
And was patient with the impatiens
I love the lily of the valley
Not to would be a sin
The garden is my canvas
Springtime her coming out
My favorite time of year
Of that there is no doubt
written and posted on 4/5/2012
Whispers
Listen to the whispers in the winds,
In the rolling waves of the wildflower on the hills,
Where poppies dance and flaunt their golden colors.
Hear the musical chirp of the little birds,
Enjoying the vast yellow mustard fields,
Listen to the whispers in the winds,
Spring has arrived with flowers in vivid colors,
Hummingbird forever whispers and hovers on the daffodils,
Where poppies dance and flaunt their golden colors.
The delicate pink lily magnolia scatters her petals in the winds,
It is a red petal beauty bestowed on trees and land,
Listen to the whispers in the winds.
The charming Monarch butterfly, adorned with painted wings, kissing flowers,
She must be whispering her silent music on milkweed wildflower in spring,
Where poppies dance and flaunt their golden colors.
All the spring splendor does not only show in day lights,
Hear the nightingale serenade her music on cherry blossoms trees in moonlit starry nights,
Listen to the whispers in the winds,
Where poppies dance and flaunt their golden colors.
O season of amber tulips, of yellow daffodils,
Of grinning verdant prairies, of cheery hills,
Of giggling, burbling streams rushing to seas,
Of fragrant breeze rustling passions of trees;
How scintillating is the glance of your smile,
O grandeur of beauty, how jovial is your style!
O vibrance of growth, of avid nascent moods,
Emerging anew boasting budding attitudes,
Stimulating twigs of maple, oak, sycamore,
Preening aura of leaves now brought to fore;
How rhythmically you sway melodies of spring
Attuning to love themes, fervid robins sing.
O inspiring season, how you thrill meadow,
Reviving glee, from demise of wintry throe
As vibes of romance in mating songs tiptoe
Echoing birds’ frolic, rekindling barren knoll,
Nesting in realms memories of yore cajole,
Where chirps of hatchlings your glory extol.
O season colorful, abloom in showy flowers,
How gaily you tap-dance with April showers
Buoying ardent dreams of bees, butterflies,
Luring spirits romantic of daydreaming eyes
Fixated mirthfully on picturesque springtime
Lauding in awe of your magnificence sublime.
February 25, 2023
Placed 2nd: In Bloom Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
DANCING DREAMS OF DAMILOLA JOHNSON
Dancing through the daffodils, bright & bold,
Damilola’s dreams in daylight unfold.
Delicate droplets of dew, glistening gold,
Delight in her laughter, a story retold.4
Daring to dream, she dives into the deep,
Dancing with destiny, her heart’s secrets keep.
Divine in her kindness, her spirit so steep,
Delivering hope where the shadows creep.8
Dynamic and dazzling, an oasis of light,
Dear Damilola Johnson jonsing the darkest nights,
Drawing the dawn of dotingness, warmth & might,
Inspiring conceived journeys that'll soar into flight.¹²
With every determined step, she shines anew,
Dancing through challenges, as only she could do.
Dami’s enduring essence, a vibrant view,
Delightfully destined for greatness & holds value.¹6
VICK MANUEL POETRY
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FORM: Alliteration/Rhymes
Copyright ©?26th October 2024.
Luxury of a perky tulip tree
Smiles into heaven’s azure blue skies
Loveliness of a champion peach rose
Resonates from essence of today’s joy
Child’s laughter sprinkles through the garden
Delighting new shoots and fresh green seedlings
All nurturing sunlight entices growth
Faithful Gardener provides much needed prayers
Daffodils cheer on dew’s delicacy
Lending their yellow trumpet happiness
Ides of March never been more glorious
God’s chosen hybrids exuding pure joy
Thriving because they know they are revered
Mature in exquisite spurts, feeling loved
Provide brilliant inspiring colors
Luxury of a pretty lilac tree
All around our hedgerows and gardens
Buds are forming bringing brilliant
Colour into our lives where previously
Dreary winter darkness lurked.
Everywhere new life is forming
Fields are bouncing with spring lambs
Gamboling about with their friends.
Hyacinths sensational scent fills the air
I simply love this time of year
Just bursting with new life
Knowing that spring is finally here
Lightens my spirits and
Makes me smile
Nesting birds collect food for fledglings
Only pausing for tiny breaks. They are
Perfect parents who work tirelessly
Quietly and lovingly
Raising their beautiful brood who are
Soon to leave the nest
Trees become dressed in gorgeous green
Until they are fully clothed
Verdant vegetation covers the land
With new crops growing
Xanthic coloured daffodils
Yearn for spring sunshine and merrily they
Zigzag in the warm winds
02~14~15
Contest Abecedarian - Shadow Hamilton
Submitted to Abecedarian contest sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
Spring Flowers
Allium is raising Spring’s alarm.
Begonia is beating Spring’s drum.
Crocus is Spring’s first charm.
Daffodils dance in delighted decorum.
Easter redbud shines in red glow
Freesia sends descent scent to flow
Gardenia is gorgeous in pretty white.
Hyacinths honour holy Spring being polite.
Iris idly smiles sweet and shyly nod.
Jasmine is glorious as gift of God.
Kangaroo paw beautifies the mother tree.
Lilac shrubs swing inn cheers and glee.
Marigolds make merry in Spring garden,
Never become extra or season’s burden.
Overwhelming jewel as Spring detector
Primrose rose inviting bees for nectar.
Quenching thirst of Spring – admirer
Rose realms supreme in reign of flower.
Scilla shows softness in purple and blue.
Tiger Lily looks top in fantastic hue.
Under Spring’s canopy Sun never turns arrogant.
Viburnum makes Spring bright and brilliant.
Witch Hazer shrubs call yellow tune to sing.
X’mas gets sad being deprived of splendid spring.
Yellow anemone sparkles like amber star
Zinnia is zealous to dazzle and glitter.
Spring has earned a special place in my heart:
a season so fair,
She dispels despair.
And I anxiously wait for Spring to start;
for craving her touch,
I miss Her so much.
I long for the sensual perfume She'll wear;
a blend of sweet-smelling flowers and fresh air.
She taught my heart to sing.
At this time, Spring is no more than a wish:
no reason to cheer,
She is not yet here.
But She's such a tempting, delicious dish,
I can hardly wait:
and circling the date
on my calendar: I'm counting down the days.
Whiling away the hours in a thousand ways;
She taught my heart to sing.
Winter winds are finally in full flight
as snows melt away;
Spring is sure to stay.
As sunlight stretches Day and shortens Night
ice-free rivers flow,
while Daffodils show.
Nature dabbles the landscape in tints of green:
while the air's invigorating, fresh, and clean,
and tweeting songbirds, add music to the scene.
She taught my heart to sing;
I love that about Spring.