Long Floral Poems
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Spring imbues a refreshing
morning mist;
with a kiss of moisture,
and the promise of renewal.
A budding artist:
Spring saturates the scene
with gradients of green;
that morphs into a rhapsody of color.
Filling Her canvas
with floral beauty,
She flirts with the senses.
Fueling a tantalizing array
of scents and sounds,
that amplify our love
for Nature's purity and wonder.
The woods and fields get transformed
into a garden of wildflowers,
as Spring uplifts sagging spirits,
weighed down by the blues.
And suddenly, Winter's sullen, bleak look,
magically blossoms
into a rainbow of vibrant colors,
tethered to the whims of Spring.
Line of inquiry: track where lies the fulcrum of the fragrance of a rose, then likewise find within, your soul. By Unseeking Seeker
From whence comes the fragrance of a flower?
At its fulcrum, the floral organs
attach to the stalk, which has poked
up out of the earth to sprout
the beautiful petals -
that sweet-scented face
which I adore
in the form
of the
rose.
My
soul is
like the rose.
I am planted
on this earth, but I
need proper nourishment
to fulfill my roles. Heaven,
please let your sun reign down on me.
My soul, like that of a rose, provides
no sweet fragrance without enlightenment.
As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew
anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue
Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue
flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true
A curious witness to this mummer in Mother Nature's magnificent scheme
she magically meanders in the mountain meadow by the flowing stream
A youth, in floral print as new as Spring, wonders, is paradise what it may seem
and after eighty Springs, an aged girl asks, was it more than just a dream
Quietly, skyline paints the earth
Brown and orange of meadow's birth ;
Picturesque view, a cycle's sway
Birds chiming for pure nature's worth.
Refreshing the fields on display
Rows of grass flaunt a rich array ,
Splashing hues through a dazzling breeze
As blue mist glistens through the day .
Hills and vales swirl with lush tree
While children on dunes run in a wheeze --
Leaves reeling a graceful entrance
While woodland spins from night's trapeze.
Stem to stem, a fine -tune's dance
Ignites the start of springtime romance
A parade bursting with floral trails,
A time for March to twirl...to prance!
the celebrated sailing frog
from Montgomery County
went a court'n, or so the tale iz toad
to a grand ole mansion built around 1910,
and e'en 'pon
being razed ~2012 ah no dummy
sea worthiness still plainly showed,
twas February 28th, 1968,
when my father
bought the house at 324 Level Road
majority deuce score plus nineteen years,
rush back with unfettered exuberant zeal
this aging elf spent psalm tranquil
May days sung sotto voce
atop memorialized, prized,
shingled out, ship-shape valued,
venerated, vip voted faux vulgar demesne
"Glen Elm" named private
100+ acre wooded common weal
many a pitch perfect spring day
found yours truly
frankly basking atop spacious roof
oft times begging the cosmic force
irrationally lyft ting this Earthlinked bing,
this uber dreamer
willingly taken with "poof"
(magic amazing dragons)
presuming my absence,
would not be missed and whereabouts
no cause for alarm,
but usual antics of contemplative goof
ball, and aware
a minor for hair (Sunkist) gold
Helios innocently beckoned,
this then sole Sol tanned
within the solar raised fold
surrendering while atop
the multi acred roof where any cold
melted away, whence became bathed
like a bronze statue of auld.
zip pose zing the weather forecast
donned wafted air
fragrant with flowered flora
visibility for miles
if ether crystal clear,
this high da way countless yards
off the ground presented flare
approximating pristine floral display
with powerfully poignant immunity
against cackling, jeering, scowling,
Flying Saucers, Flake, Bar Six
Country Style, Gobstoppers, Twix
Arrow Bars and Sherbert Dabs
Sweet Tobacco, Lucky Bags
Toffee Crisp and Dairy Crunch
Grand Seville and Milky Lunch
Beta Bars, Loot, Candy Floss
The mysterious chewing gum flavour loss
Golden Crisp, Nut Crisp and Fuse
Extra, Bliss and Trebor Chews
Caramel and Raspberry Ruffles
Drifter and Milk Chocolate Truffles
‘99’ Flake ice cream cones
Zooms and Fabs and Toblerones
Coffee Break, Bitz, Victory Vs
Cadbury’s Special Recipes
Swisskit, Gold Mine, Apple Jack
Tiffin, Feast and Caramac
Welcome, Skippy and Sultana
Nutty, Banjo and Cabana
Chewing Nuts, Cough Candy Twist
Butterscotch and Butterkist
Crunchie, Topic, Fudge, Mintola
Super Mousse, Crazy Joe Cola
Golden Cup, Fruit Flavoured Rocks
(The secret of) The Black Magic Box
Floral Gums and Cherry Lips
Olde English Spangles, Walnut Whips
Kinder toys encased in plastic
Necklace sweets linked on elastic
Butter Mints, Fruit Polos, Yorkies
Sherbert Lemons, Sherbert Strawberries
Bazooka Joes and Liquorice pipes
Lollipops with swirly stripes
Mint Cracknel, Taxis, long red laces
Texan Bars and Funny Faces
Winter Mixture, Rainbow Drops
Jazzies, Kit Kat, Pips, Ice Pops
Toffee Bon Bons, Drumsticks, Rolos
Amazin’ Raisin, Aztec, Mojos
Barley Sugar, Chocolate Limes
Daims that changed their name from Dimes
Jelly Babies, Jelly Tots
Milk Gums, Munchies, Mars, Pear Drops
Coltsford Rock and Anglo Bubblies
Sugared Almonds, Frozen Jubliies
Peanut Brittle, Prize, Ice Breaker
Dolly Mixtures, Old Jamaica
Kop Kops, Wine Gums, Laughs and Treets
Jap Desserts and whistling sweets
Fishermen's Friends and Hacks and Zubes
Pineapple Chunks and Cola Cubes
Everton Mints and Pontefract Cakes
White chocolate mice and jelly snakes
Refreshers, Teacakes, Swizzles, Pacers
Toffee Logs, Fruit Gums and Waifers
Rumba, Dipped Flake, T Bar, Tunes
Fry's Five Centres, Macaroons
Bars and boxes of Milk Tray
Milky Bar and Milky Way
This ‘Pick and Mix’ is yours to share
With all sweet lovers
everywhere.
Graceful blossoms frolic in our garden midst bliss
what a sight to behold; I would not like to miss…
Graceful sunflowers sway gaily with wind waltzes
petals stay cleaving while celestial ray gazes...
Graceful gumamelas do showcase each bright bloom
vibrantly vanquishing environmental gloom…
Graceful daisy moves along cold breezy delight
basking with freedom, cheering sparrows in their flight…
Graceful sampaguitas waft serenely sweet scent
oozing blest redolence, seemingly heaven-sent…
Graceful calalilies arrayed in white aglow
sashay like ballerina along strong air blow…
Now praising God* Who nourishes with all His best
our blooms render graceful floral curtsy, so blest!!!
“Praise ye the LORD. I will praise the LORD with my whole heart, in the assembly of the upright, and in the congregation. The works of the LORD are great, sought out of all them that have pleasure therein.” Psalms 111:1-2
October 1, 2023
My favorite sanctuary is the side porch where I would screen the horizon and
amble around to feel the wonder of this place--- robins trill in the morning ;a garden path leads to rows of flowers and plants. At any given day, the round table and brass chairs act as a breakfast nook, night party lounge ( with its cobblestone floor and collage of lights), and wide-open painting /writing room. Transparent glass hinged on French-style frames hangs above my porch with a bevy of orchids trailing below it.
My alone time to gather my thoughts and awaken all senses refreshes my soul in this abode.
Soft lights glitter through bench on porch
As moon carves a flossed line;
Words gather to arc hands’ torch
On brown pages, reclined.
Floral thoughts climb through patio doors
Where language reels around
The way mist floats like raindrops’ pour
Dipping odes wet, I drown.
My Quiet Place Contest of Sara Kendrick
Floral loveliness greets chateau guests with gorgeous blossoms
Aroma of these plants bring nature’s best into the stone courtyard
Martha’s legacy has survived the continuum of time
Walter watches families collect their breakfast
There is happy laughter and wide smiles, this is a sacred place
He knows the guests can feel his angel, even if they cannot see her
He pretends to read his newspaper, while listening to conversations
Martha’s dream to run a bed and breakfast, in full fruition
Walter feels satisfied and sated as he watches the families.
Planning their day, studying guidebooks, and such
Martha, we did it, he whispers
She knows, the mountains assure him. She knows.
Autumn entices a lavish trail
Brilliant her portrait through nippy air,
Cruising along near winter hills
Draped by amber, tangerine prints
Each with mixed tinges from her shade,
Fragrant as lavender perfume.
Gaily, children with trimmed baskets
Huddle along rows of colored flowers...
Into the lea, small arms gather
Jasmines and thistles to bring home
Keeping some for merry-go-rounds;
Long after cool noontime is done.
More bounty twirls on violet edges, yet
Not one dares to ruffle the charm
Of a harvest, turning into rosette- mauve,
Playing through hours when youngsters hop
Quite briskly, for more peek-a-boos
Resting awhile... humming, giggling away.
Suddenly, Mom calls from afar
That echoes of floral gaiety's end,
Until amber petals wave goodbye
Vanishing... as toes strut down
While Autumn reels then flings a gift;
Xenias fluttering on woven trays
Yellow -orange like November's hue;
Zestful, kids cheer...tomorrow again!
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Still-Life Autumn for Eve Roper
10/23/2020