Long Fragrance Poems
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Sitting in a bower, admiring
the heartwarming beauties dance
Red rosebuds unfold, revealing
the romance of nature at a glance
Wisp of light prancing around them
yielding a velvet air to touch
Brighter than gems, yet on a stem
Dawn has burst forth, I love so much
Exquisite velvet roses
long green stems, leaflets, and prickles
Spray of velvet roses poses
Sweet fragrance of moist dew trickles
Crisp air weaving through trembling leaves
Deep yearning feeling to embrace
the sight of the red rose, like thieves
takes my breath away with grace
8/12/2016
Magenta was the sky this morn
Magenta was the sky this morn as I approached the day
Ominous of clouded rose in petal’d full array
Quietly it called to me in whispers on the wind
A fragrance pure, so sweet its touch now falls upon my skin
Engulfed in life’s serenity, so overwhelmed with fear
A brush of fate in simple terms as if the end were near
I stood to bare my feelings now a swirl in my mind
In hopes of some off distant dream so soon would come to find
Counting off the many tasks which brought me to this place
The reasons that did hold the time my sequence now did waste
Lost of any angered tears when captured on my brow
To cry, if it has come to be, then let it find me now
On my knees, the summer ground is warming to my touch
With gathered hands to here my chest, this future I do clutch
Loneliness companions me though still of wandered hope
I pray that what will come before my soul shall bear to cope
When suddenly a light appears, a magic in its sheen
A softer glow, this lightened mist of heaven’s tangerine
To touch upon the darkness in a spirit calling true
In witness to the morning sun that feeds the skies of blue
My heart beats now elated in a dance of utter bliss
As memories of long ago, I find they do exist
The rising sun to spill its charm in beacons shone above
This warmth I feel, rekindled flame, aglow within your love
The doubt did come of weakened state, a mind that was unclear
A hollow moment filtered in through thoughts of you not near
Alas the dreams of only one now obvious of two
For on this day, the rising sun, brings me the love of you
Good morning Soupers
December rains
Hurl aqueous tears;
Salty aftertaste
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Monsoon season
Wet and wet again;
Abrupt mood swings
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Seek knowing
Beyond word count;
Awareness sums
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Wet market lanes
Slippery slimy walkways;
Jerky footfalls splash
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Bargain hunters
Black Friday sales;
Mob mentality
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Hot tea brew
Random conversations;
Drifting away
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Rustic tea house
Aromatic fragrance;
Poignant deluge
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Elemental harmony
Geomancy fortifies;
Feng Shui master
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Jigsaw puzzle
Mystery unravels;
Fumble finds fit
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Zen garden landscape
Urban renewal;
Haiku path stillness
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Lunch crowd loiter
Naked hunger rumbles;
Feasting interlude
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Sexy slim cigarette
Nicotine flames flash;
Smoky surrogate
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Wayside vendor
Newsy progress;
Piecemeal collisions
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Boy of four
Pounding iPad universe;
Savvy disposition
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Playmates
Playground;
Pretty paces
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Sleepover
Makeover;
Stopover
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Roadside vendor
Poor farmer smiles;
Empathy consolidates
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Hibiscus flowers
Red for good luck;
Flashy sunlit smiles
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Temple tour
Ancestors await;
Mindful conversation
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Change manifests
Simply succinct;
Leftover memories
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Web portal
Too much glut;
Information overload
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How come?
Why now?
Much too late
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Be still
Change reveals;
Transact transit
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Leon Enriquez
12 December 2016
Singapore
Though the rain pounds outside,
Bidding everyone in my surroundings
To wear a grim frown
On their faces
I choose to open the door of my house
And to run, bare feet, in the open
Letting my skin be soaked
With those drips dripping from the skies,
Drips which ruin my brushed-up hair
And smear my made-up face
Making me look as messy as would
Be a cave woman!
Submerged in my own fluid realm,
I close my eyes
And dance with imaginary friends,
All who like me
Can only care to please themselves,
Without even opening their books to give
Their stories some space to plot out about what those
Who do not enjoy celestial showers
Would deem to think about them merely by glancing
At their clumsy dance moves!
If I choose to let myself be swayed by thundery showers
Or by the flow of the winds enouncing of how grand
Our world is,
So grand that it allows everyone treading upon its soils
Some space to enact for themselves,
Their own roles in a script which has been
Written by some higher power,
Why can’t it be that
We simply feel inborn in us, the surge to be like flowers;
Existing merely for our fragrance and our beauty,
While allowing life to create for itself
More artistry
By giving permission to bees to share our pollen?
Why can’t it be that
We see in others, the same essence
That inhabits us?
And since we shall all leave, someday,
After shedding off our useless and lifeless corpses
Why can’t we make our duty
That of understanding
That only when respect is given
Is it returned!
After all, when I enjoy dancing in the rain
I opinionate not
About those who stay indoors
I, rather,
Am so engrossed in experiencing the mystery
Of existence according to my personality
And the physical attributes that
Have been given to me,
That everything and everyone else
Become mere fumes!
Respect is my oars,
It allows me to keep rowing my boat
Further and further into murky waters
Since, armed with it,
Ancient creatures fear me!
Respect is my drive,
It allows me to set up my car
Into racing mode
So as to reach the finishing line as
As a winner!
Respect is my breath,
It allows me to be virtuous
While I transit in a world
Which shall never be mine!
Respect is my birthright,
I swear allegiance to it,
But
I make sure
To return it only when it is
Given to me!
On pavements of pink hued highway
Ocean smiled in eyes of children
Roadside toads croaked with joy at the
Old Jalopy looking sublime
Pain in both knees and heart pounding
Still purple smile on blooming lips
All vintage cars looked with envy
At the swinging old Jalopy
Thin chin bald head dry skin still strong
How old are you asked the Fiat
Well past hundred said it smiling
All hands waved at old Jalopy
Bouquets and wreaths lifted its mood
It now ran with faster motion
Well ahead of competitors
Suddenly the Jalopy crashed
Gathered people embraced the gold
Fondly they called it's our treasure
Garlanded it with red lilies
Autumn raindrops showered fragrance
July 19, 2019
You are my life and in that I believe
Always my love will be only for you
Flattering though that sounds I must confess
My first love is chocolate - sad but true
Sensual visions to capture the feel
Bringing the contours of wind sculpted plains
Hold that thought even though I love it so much
Must let the dog out before he drives me insane
Shimmering soft on the eclipse of love
Cloudless these evenings of star sprinkled mist
Just looked - no lustrous stars in this sooty sky
But stay for chocolate drizzled cake - I do insist
I drink in your fragrance
Tasting the flavors, your moistened lips
I heard something of interest today,
Chocolate doesn’t go to the hips
Kiss me ‘midst the maples
Kiss me ‘long the shore
Kiss me o’ my precious one
Now and ev’r more
Its thirsty work I must confess
This kissing and walking along the shore
A chocolate sundae sounds rather good
At that quaint little place that I do adore?
I see, I see, in front of me
Dessert, dessert, set out for free
My! you do know how to set the mood
I can’t go past this - you do know me
The night feels right the lights are turned low
What’s this the video has stopped? Hello!!
Johnny has left the building? Just when I wanted more
No matter- my debonair poet of delight
Conjure me up some George Clooney tonight
Well set aside your chocolate pie
For Hollywood is coming by
And as you explore your favorite star
I’ll enjoy that Hershey bar
Oh Fickle Heart chocolate second placed?
From gold to silver - it’s now displaced
Footnote:
I’ve used George Clooney as he is globally acclaimed as the most favored flavor in the ratings.
Personally, I favor the more 'Bono' type - (I love his voice)
Paul David Hewson, known by his stage name Bono, is an Irish singer-songwriter, musician.
Acknowledgement:
My deepest appreciation to Chris Green, poet extraordinaire for sparing some of his wonderful talent and collaborating with me to bring you this arrangement.
Copyright © Maria Williams & Chris Green | 12 July 2017
Pureness, peace, compassion, bliss, Power, and Wisdom,
That links my reason-spirit body-soul system;
Tells me that my physique is a temple of God,
Though my day-to-day existence is flighty odd...!
Sufferings and pains wreck my delicate physique,
The feasibility of survival is bleak;
Jabs and tingles and stings and burns, and fleshly aches,
Sake my body; break it; leave it like mere sweepstakes...!
Do, yet, though wings get clipped, birds ever fail to sing?
Don't, midst caste, color, and creed gulfs wedding bells ring?
Physique, though a bundle of flesh, blood, veins, and bones,
Aren't there, within, caves of metaphysical zones...?
Joy is within, as fragrance within the flower,
Isn't the spirit, more than flesh, give me power?
Physical aches can't imprison the psychic zings,
This is why though bones ache my heart cheerfully sings...!!!
18 June 2023
Bones ache yet heart sings Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Sandalwood Fan
On the verandah of the Moana Hotel
Not too many years ago
Under the great banyan beside the
beach at Waikiki
They would bring a fragrant sandalwood fan
to all the guests that ordered tea.
They set it before you in its own fancy stand
the most alluring fragrance wafted on demand,
when you opened it’s carved blades
and gently fanned.
Given to holders on an honor system
Understood to return on leaving…
Sadly, too many proved untrustworthy.
after a time- these fans became un-available
A friend who had shared many tea- times there, with me
one day -sent me a small gift from China
A slim package which when opened re-kindled memory
A glass topped case holding a sandalwood fan
just for me
Suzanne Delaney
Spring is here again
run and tell your friends
the pigs are grunting
donkeys are braying
cows are mooing
sheep are bleating
dogs are barking
hens are clucking
and the farm animals
have come alive.
It is spring and we have to survive
Spring is swelling with love
and blessings are pouring from above
the grapes are springing upon the vine and
the natural environment is mine
Spring is here again the grass is green
and I am rolling in my dreams
The air is filled with salty smell
and the rivers are cresting again
the skies are radiant with assorted colors
and the fragrance from the blooming flowers
saturate the atmosphere with fresh air
Spring is here again
take off your heavy coats and long boots
and buy a brand new pair of shoes
fill your heart with laughter
and spread love and joy in the street
until your destiny is complete.
Spring is here again
but winter has visited my friends
it a snowing in that town and darkness
is all around, a tornado has ripped off their roofs
and the whole community has no power or shoes
and the residence cannot take a shower
But the snow will soon dry up from the ground
and spring will come dancing around
winter will fade away and spring will enter
with a brand new feeling and a nice rhythm
Spring is here again run and tell your friends
tell everybody in the cities to get ready for spring
festivities, the spirit of love is in the air
and there are lots of things to share
Spring is here again!
1.
Eternal Spring
O Peaceful trees
Permit the bees
To raid your flowers
As they please
And let the breeze
Play with your leaves
Before they meet
Old winter’s freeze
And waft your fragrance
Everywhere
And strew your petals in my hair
For spring will bring it all
And let you
Squander it again.
2.
As Seasons Go
Lifeless
Dormant in the ground
Stick- like to my view
And yet in spring
Yourself will you renew
And leaves and fruit abound
Rejoicing in the dew
And verdant will your vines
Bring forth
The possibility
Of nectar sweet your winter wines
Will bring me ecstacy.
Return to dormancy
Content I’ll be
To let you mark the seasons
For eternity
And me.
Brian Strand's All Yours (March 4) contest placed 1st