Long Floret Poems
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Dear little flower,
I see you
I watch you struggling daily
you are so fragile
the strong wind continuously pushing you
in any direction it wants
always knocking you down
You keep pushing yourself to get back up,
only to be smacked straight down again
Your stem is now weakened and bent
still you keep trying your best to stand tall and straight,
the way you once did
I see you getting lost in the bigger plants that now surround you,
you're always struggling to get some warmth from the sun
yet stay rooted in the shadows of the greenery,
as they unconsciously overwhelm you
I know your struggle never stops
Starting in the cold early morning with the freezing frost covering you
then through the blistering hot summer days
One would assume the breeze would feel good in such scorching weather
however what may be a light breath of air to one;
is a blast of wind so strong that it completely batters your gentle soul,
right to the burning blistering ground
I notice you continuously pulling yourself back up
surviving the days
only to then be alone and so cold during the frigid dark nights
I see you because I am you
I have been you
I know how you feel
I connect with you in this moment;
more than I connect with most humans
We are the same
we are connected on a cosmic level,
that unless one has personally been through
one simply can never understand
I am here with you
We are one
we will always get back up,
no matter how damaged our stems are,
or how deteriorated our petals become
Our Strength is our gentle and loving spirit
The struggle deep within the beautiful flower,
that one can not see simply looking at the outer beauty of the floret
We will always rise
I love you little flower
In regnis verborum, ubi somnia avolant,
Versum componam virtute purissima.
Calamo in manu, cor meum flagrat,
Narrabo fabulam, notissimam unquam.
Super tabula caelesti gratiae,
Colores amplexus amoris exprimam.
A primo mane ad crepusculi fulgorem,
Tapestry conficiam, poetae somnium.
In pratis aureis, ubi flores saltant,
Rhythmos in dulci somno congregabo.
Odor jasmini, aura mitis,
Arcana flatus inesse susurro.
Cum metaphoris vividis, caelum depingam,
Siderum symphoniam in habitu concors.
Earum tremulas melodias, coetus caelestis,
Ignem aeterni desiderii excitabunt.
E profunditatibus incognitis, animam extraham,
Arcana solvam, spiritus integrabo.
Per gaudium et dolorem, triumphum et desperationem,
Aperiens sensus, sine timore communicabo.
Humana miseria, thema aeternum,
Hae versus decorabunt, vividus rivus.
Cum misericordia et compassione, calamus meus fluat,
Revelans veritates subditas penitus.
Per fabulas antiquas et narrationes fabulosas,
Heroes dierum antiquorum excitabo.
Eorum virtus et sapientia, in aeternum sculpta,
In poeticis stanzae, in perpetuum conservata.
Ab altissimis montibus ad latissimos oceani sinus,
Perambulabo terrae spatia, longe lateque.
Verbis ut navis, maria navigabo,
Narrationes aperiens cum clavibus infinitis.
In echo risus, lacrimarum retentarum,
Historiae patheticae suum nexum invenient.
Melodiae vitae, tam lenes quam clamosae,
Cantabunt carmina sua adoranti multitudini.
Quot verbum scriptum est, universum floret,
Infinite possibilitates, extra aulas nostras.
Nam in regno carminis amplexus,
Mundus expergitur, ornatu gratiae.
Hoc ergo carmen fiat testimonium verum,
Potentiae verborum, magiae quam efficiunt.
Nam in his versibus, studio compositis,
Inest poema maximum, oceanus aeternus.
A rose bud of beauty appears on the scene scented full of essence
two cellophane wings clinging to the petals of a sweetie floret
life becomes new again as spring resurges with sunlit liquescence
Springtime jewels enhanced by the blaze of a salubrious ray
glitters of the morning placing us among the living once again
acquiescent rebirth, we can finally envision a beautiful day
Baseball fields, cracking bats and whooping laughter glances
children playing in fields of flowers restored, revived, alive
park bench kisses, moonlit walks and balcony romances
Soon the days will seem much longer, as we stroll delightful
wildlife will re-echo her song, and we'll feel powerful ,
once again.
A seasonal breeze is when I loomed you,
You were as beautiful as any floret in the shrubbery.
I grabbed your hand,
And we ambled hand and hand through the estate.
We consumed the day playing,
And relishing each other company,
While the day embraces our overview to our union.
The hilarity and joyous times,
Binge throughout the day of erudition.
We express about former love and heartache,
Reminiscing on the agony and life lessons we learned.
The way I feel when we're composed
Specially when you're in my arms
I can variety of affection to you endlessly
But you don't want to go that distant
You want to know what's in my sentiment.
So I appreciate the growing of my mind,
Evolving my emotion for yours,
And the acknowledgement of our love .
a bouquet …
exquisitely exquisite
like naught else on this gilded planet
blooming on tender branches
supple and swaying
‘una flor fragante’
silken and sweet
pink petals open to entice … entirely
it’s lilt, aromatic
whirls thoughts like an eggbeater into
a carnal chaos
it’s synergy directing a
divine dermal dissolution of discretion
bane of the omnipotent
the fearless turned fools for its magic …
and madness …
inviolate or prurient
it has made kings out of paupers
twisted wills to wars
spun orbs on their axes
and made the universe of unions
ache for its aspect
the imperfect perfection of its
bewildering allurement
and the satiny seduction of
it’s beguiling floret -
the flower …
feminine.
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with GALA AI software )
‘Hi ! Miss Floret ! Why are you in hurry ?’
‘ Oh , Dear ! Posy of flowers to carry.
Mom runs a flower shop.
My duty is to drop
flowers ! My days are bright and flowery .’
‘ So nice ! Whole day to be touched by flowers !’
‘ Yes Dear ! Upon me sweet smell to shower.
Flowers to distribute.
No problem absolute.
I am to deliver after school hours.
Also during holidays, extra bliss
My daily schedule I will never miss.
The full day to enjoy
offering love and joy.
Best gift for every being, her or his.
Shyness, more than usual, had been my core kryptonite!
Innocent me! Like a panda bear, in my boyhood! Bright!
Girlish, the grown-ups crowned me! An inauspicious floret!
Praying: May boldness breathes in me by the Holy Spirit!!
Youthfulness, like a peacock, expressed blissful boyishness!
Cherished, as in a colorful garden, in joyousness!
There entered, as though foul eagles, the puritan grown-ups!
Blowing up every flaw of mine in colorful close-ups!!
Then, the kryptonite of my unwillingness to marry!
As I felt, I need not have heavy burdens to carry!
There crept in, the vultures, questioning my male potency!
Laughed! Abandoned me at the hands of divine destiny!!
A fallacy, like an unknown big bug, entered my brain!
Or a mess, hell-like, hidden by grown-ups, for greater gain!
Link of truth, broken betwixt my, fantasies and person!
Or elements, like messy knots, leading me to treason...!!
All these kryptonite, were not like black kraits, life-consuming!
But something unknown went within me was very glooming!
Though the meaning of life, like permanent flowers, blooming!
Dejections... despairs..., day after day, dignity dooming!!
Heavy drinking, nay, my drunkenness, lo, held its head high!
Like a fallen man’s land-hit-head, looking up to the sky!
Friends, angels of greed, no gain from me, left far from my sight!
Alcoholism, though an excuse, became my kryptonite!
07 October 2021
YOUR KRYPTONITE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Like an ebony rose in a province
of ivory and golden flowers,
you poisoned each peaceful petal
with your senseless scent of death.
You were never just another floret.
Was I a fool to sow your seed in
hope your roots would grow strong,
portraying saffron scarlet hues with
an emerald stalk flourishing with
verdant leaves in serene sapphire skies.
When winds blew too boorishly,
I held your supple sepal with bamboo hands,
so your sunshine spirit would not perish
to toxic storms from organic forces.
I was willingly the earth to your foundations,
but your breaths became too bitter,
stinging in selfish stubborn sympathies,
as wild weeds strangled your stalk.
We could have nourished nectar with
hungry insects in need of nurture,
but your grudge left behind
broken bridges with a trail of
crumbling caterpillars seeking wings.
Cuts from your thorns remain,
ingrained as internal inflictions,
but still I plant bulbs to bloom.
To create an oasis of graceful charm,
where blossoms of compassion
softly soothe petals of pardon
in a garden of a wounded soul.
Forgiveness is a heavenly light.
A radiant beacon illuminating
through a canopy of trees,
eradicating shadows of hatred you
left behind like excessive weeds.
A melody of redemption whispers in
harmonious refrains breaking chains
of regret with burdensome pains.
To let go is like maturing buds
releasing the grip of timeless hate,
as my meadows are a symbol of a
divine mantra only welcoming peace.
Softly spoken, heartbeats broken
Digresses smooth transitions embraceable caresses
Never lessons smooth over hugs and kisses
Aftermath all I want to do Is sing This Love song to you sing a little soft poem writ with words showered and music hoping hopes for love beyond therapeutic
Spoken softly broken heartbeats
Confessions of love transitional bereavement sweet concealment
Never lessen smooth over hugs and kisses
Never lost never mowed over never lost nothing's missing
Aftermath a barrage of circumstance Brad parades of cheering and dancing
Compared with melodies steps of cherish frolic and dancing
Tenement parfait songs of hip hip hooray
I digress I confess of my pungent love fluoride floret
A pungent smile brightens the skies a mile high
Hamsa gratitude for you I'm thanking God you are my soul song
That I've written words tune and Melody from my heart strings
12/26/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
the valley of horror
On my way to the shops in the charming one horse
town called Benafim, I took a shortcut through
a narrow valley like a mensur scar in a high ranking
German officer’s cheek
When down, I regretted my rash idea, airless and still
no birds sang there, and no rabbits crossed the path
sharp floret bushes ominously murmured veiled threats
The trees were pale and long since deceased.
The sun didn’t reach fully here; deep shadows were
dark, murderous spooks waited, the soil was rusty
the blood of those who didn’t find the way out.
I froze and sweated, the track appeared endless and
my dog had disappeared.
Finally, at the exit, I ran the last 50 meters, the dog
waited for me, sensible she had taken the old road.
I was told by the villagers no one walked the there
a massacre from a war forgotten the evil continued.