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I HAVE THE INCLINATION
If I have the time, I have the inclination
To commit to paper what I feel for you.
It’s something I have always meant to do,
But, as you often say, I lack imagination.
If I could write a sonnet the William Shakespeare way,
Listing all your many virtues, verse by verse,
Would you take me seriously or think me quite perverse?
Would you laugh if I compared you to a summer’s day?
If I used a metaphor to compliment your figure
And flowery words to illustrate your features,
Or said you were more beautiful than any of God’s creatures,
Would you swoon or quietly turn away and s?
If I said your eyes outshone the stars above you,
Would you think that corny, coming from my pen?
Yes, I’d better stop now and think it through again.
And simply find the time to say, “I love you”.
31st December 2019
If You Have The Time For An Enclosed Poem contest
Sponsor - Tania Kitchin
Soul,
"Even the mind fades with time . There’s no escaping it. One has to make the most of it (the mind) while they still have time and some youth left. What stays beautiful is the soul." LLB
Laid down with the dropping of the ball
the joyous clinks ringing in a year,
party hats, strange first kisses,
inconspicuous memory lapses,
time marching on,
in seconds it all but disappears
fresh starts, disrobing dissertations
interludes
listening to music, assessing the wind
moments meant to be held
not without meaning
sharing what we have
not what we have not
pressing your being on top my chest
laying claim to your riches
engulfing the scent
for you alone it carries my name
twinkles amid periwinkles
surrounded in a gaze
pure harmony and grace
a place
to call more than just a home
the bells of Saint Raphael are ringing
gently, my heart beats in tune, singing
flowery words quietly are filling up
the vastness of the oceans
there is no need to rush
slowly we build
fortunes fulfilling foundations
freedom to breathe
forevers to live
I had my eye on him since the third grade, but I never told him how I felt
Back then girls were girls, they were never meant to be cheeky or bold
He sat behind me in math class, while he counted numbers on the board
I counted the beats of my heart each time he leaned in to ahum, cheat,
"I love the way your hair smells like rain"
he'd half whispered into his copybook
As he copied another math answer
he sent me thoughts laced with love
I was just a beginner with no flowery words or poems for Carlton cards
dad always said a good girl should be sensible and be good at accounts
As my daydreams accumulated like daisies on a windblown field of gold
I began to scrawl his name with a HB pencil, on my composition book...
"I love the way you smart me over "
he whispered a little octave higher
as he gleamed and then tried on his own
the intricate equation of math's design
I grew up and left to live in Nevada. For years I never set eyes on Enzo again
then one day I happened to open a magazine and there he was all grown up
He had become a bank tycoon with a boat and a car and a big orphan house
So, I wrote him a letter and inside I added the first poem I ever wrote.
"I love it when you lean over my shoulder "
for some reason that I cannot fathom
I get visions of you and me it a vat of grapes
If you did not exist, I'm sure I'd make you up
as for the poems I never wrote, well, after all our years together,
when I look into his deep blue eyes, I know he knows each one by heart...
Oct 6 2022
ps: This is not for contest, the length of it did not meet the criteria,
I hope you enjoy it anyways.
Rather than hiding self
behind fine phrases
and flowery words,
isn’t it time to live a life with openheartedness?
If sad and lonely,
cry your heart out to the end.
If life is difficult,
toss on the ground pounding a chest.
If enraged,
let it be flamed fiercely thereby, reducing it to ashes.
If you hate someone, condemn him, curse him and
wish him a miserable death.
While you are doing so, your tear filled eyes are
falling shut to rest your exhausted body,
your long and dark night’s anguish
gradually alleviates to a soothing air of daybreak light,
the flame of your anger loses its intensity under blazing sun.
Your hatred dies out in the layer after layer of soft moonlight.
Although life should be simple,
openhearted and indifferent, why are people,
carrying mortification, while deceiving themselves?
Living life disguised with clumsy make-up
as if a crudely painted face of a breathless body
laying in the coffin decorated with a bouquet of lifeless flowers.
PERPETUAL PETALS
The
bouquet
of autumn,
lasts but a short
while-
but
real
flowers live-
that spring from our
soul
to
sprinkle
here and there
in posies of
love-
such
coloured
aromas,
garland others'
day
SPRING
Purple vetch and ribwort plantain
Jostle lush clover in English rain
Dogrose dotted on a briared sprawl
prickly as it meandrs tall
Speaking volumes of words,unheard
Spring,flowers,in which all senses merge
FLOWERS OF THE FIELD
Daisy,buttercup,yellow cowslip
together mix in fellowship
MUTED
Silent,
nature's flowers
with which all senses merge-
become a dialogue with words
unheard.
SYMBOLIC INTUTION
She
moved the
empiric
into abstract
form
from
above
and beyond
the natural
view-
a
close-up
of flowers
in magnified
bloom
Ekphrasis tribute to Georgia O'Keeffe
LOVELIER than LILAC structured prose
Along the primrose path,passion flowers
luminous beauties all of a flutter,true,
natural and gentle on the stream of time.
This drift of time fashions silence into
words,silent thoughts.flowers of perfect
speech by wayside haunts.Sights sounds
and secrets so full of sweet song.
Songs of picture poetry chasing shadows
in an eclectic amalgam ,lovelier than lilac
FLOWERY WORDS
Meadowsweet & wiilow herb
and forget-me-nots
Blue,white,green & yellow
Wild flowers in abundance
Pastel shade my garden plot
LITTLE PIECES OF HEAVEN
Flowers to us,may teach
as to them,our fingers reach,
of God's love,they preach
Flowers to us,so bright
colours to fill our sight,
reveal to us,God's delight
Flowers each day to inspire,
igniting poetic fire,
God's poiema,never tire
Flowers,that smell so sweet,
good enough for us to eat,
'til that day,God we'll meet
Changed in a moment,our bodies too
on that earth and heaven, new
inspired by Christina Rossetti poem Lillies of the field
i’m on Georgia turf, the land
of bless your heart, pretense
of the titillation of heat.
scurries the sun; moon
damp on clothesline.
burrowing bunny ears with
chocolate undergrowth.
seeds just float away —
Spring ants on ready
for full on assault -
red, black, small, sweet
snacks, eyeing the path
up the drain, backpacks
with chemical-scent
prepared to fill the queen’s orders.
moss suspended in animation -
vibrant hues imbued
with mosquito larvae.
oh what joy when Hotlanta dries
and we run smack
into the thugs
that arise from corners of
their nests.
just in time for Easter
bless our Southern hearts
with beasts that beat us
to the melted bunny feast,
branches that grow
overnight — a highway
for the squirrels. eyes
will be on pretty petals
that overblossom —
the poet soaks
in flooded rose
and jonquil reservoir.
flowery words swim
in the concentrated puddle
along with whirligig-ladybugs.
oh what fun, a slippery-slide
into a momentous hatch —
let me explain: a floodgate;
the Assyrian army.
3/5/2020
~
What can you do with a romantic poet,
flowery words he does drape
Lost in a garden of endless love poems,
seems that there is no escape
Luring you in with his lines of affection,
painting the sky tangerine
Strolling along down a path of desires,
lost in an autumn moonbeam
Writing a sunset of pure inspiration,
pouring his heart in a phrase
Singing a song of a butterfly dancing,
amidst the warmest of days
Yes, what can you do with a romantic poet,
I guess you could just look inside
Open your heart for you know that you want to,
no matter how much you hide
Or you could scroll down past every poem,
that flows from his amorous pen
And look for another that’s more to your liking,
but beware…he is writing again
~
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!
In a field of golden sunflowers,
Their faces turned towards the sun's warm embrace,
A great white shark glides through the azure depths,
Silent predator with a fearsome face.
A whip-poor-will calls out in the twilight,
Its haunting song echoing through the trees,
A melody of melancholy and mystery,
A whispered secret carried on the breeze.
Flowery words bloom and scatter like petals,
Poetic verses woven with delicate care,
Each line a tapestry of emotions and dreams,
A language of the heart, laid bare.
In this tapestry of nature's wonders,
Sunflowers, shark, whip-poor-will, and words,
A symphony of beauty and danger,
A dance of light and shadow, seen and heard.
Never knowing if the shark will be appearing
Or if the innocent sunflower will bloom
Hope the shark is gone with his jeering
Down where golden sunflower should illume