Long Gardenia Poems
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The Cuban Piano Bar
Let's get out and have some fun!
Stop writing poetry and get some
oh, so delicious rum.
In a tall glass with a lemon spice
and a sparkling straw.
Here,see the gardenia in my long,
full hair?
We will dance close, with me as your
sexual snare!
A night of Cuban music, that we find
so irresistible!
In our special, secret place, that is
so unique and rare!
And your lips, so soft, tasty and divinely
kissable.
December 2, 2019
Form:
Stealth in the dead of night
His advance afloat evanescent waves
Gliding ever so gently
Hovering on a cloud of velvet
Lurking like a thief
His approach on pervading wafts of gardenia
Stealth in the still of night
Under a hazy moon in a starless sky
The brush of his lips on her eyelids
Disturbs her sleep
In the most delectable way
Nudging her senses
As he slips into her dreams
And invades her world
One breath at a time
Shivering whispers
Barely deciphered
And in the morning
Vanishes not a trace
Lest the faint scent of blue gardenia
AP: 2nd place 2022
Submitted on June 25, 2018 for LATE JUNE 2018 PREMIERE CONTEST sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 10TH
Remember me...
A fresh sweet scent
of last gardenia
on yesterday's linen sheets
Remember me...
A cherry bud
in your backyard orchard
revealing first pink shades
in once upon a soft blown kiss
Remember me...
An early summer
sharing your beach towel
and coconut butter
Remember me...
A roaring log fire
on a stormy night
in the hallway
to your bedroom door
Remember me...
a short~lived star
that fallen into your arms
then faded to nothingness
upon the empty shore.
Remember me ...
The blissful moment
The saddest song
in your forevermore
Be thou kindness, ruler in my heart!
Shake any evil from my quill.
No harsh words to depart,
To soil another poets will.
Let rays of sunshine beam from every line,
To brighten another poets heart.
My humble heart with theirs entwined,
In a gardenia scented poetic cart.
Oh, let me be humble at my best.
And see their talent in all its fine glory.
Put me to the Muses hardest test!
That I pen a poem, never to be sorry.
Above all, save me from my own pomposity.
For 'tis too easy, with pride to be bent.
Save me from thoughts of my own grandiosity.
Sitting alone in pride's lonesome tent.
February 24, 2020
11 am PST
San Francisco Jazz Afternoons
Carries me back to those special Sunday afternoons with you.
The striped awning Jazz cafe, our very unique,ibeloved rendezvous.
The smell of the glorious, scents of the Pacific Ocean,
Those brown flirtatious huge eyes,lashes, my West Coast sensation!
My diamond engagement ring glittered like rainbow butterfly wings.
Memories of Coltrane, Davis, music that made you my heart laugh and sing.
San Francisco, always the beguiling, mystical jewel of my heart.
Everyday people who loved peace,jazz music, discourse, finest coffee and art.
You later, bought a fresh, intoxicating gardenia for my ebony bobbed hair.
Do you recall later, Union Street in The City’s, moist, foggy, sensuous air?
The spiritual City, was indeed our forever souls', sparking, galaxy prime,
We were both as daystars, walking its winding streets, so totally divine!
1/9/2024
SUMMER BREEZE
Verse I
Summer breeze sometimes soft sometimes strong pretty- proud,
singing hot sunny song sometimes low sometimes loud.
Gardenia and jasmine on milky whiteness
arousing aroma with pleasant politeness.
Chorus
Summer breeze singing song strong loud soft or serene
recalling reminiscences to illumine.
Verse II
Summer gust on sudden thrust chasing fallen petals
whirling in windy breeze scattering scent feral.
Forgotten love vibrating in vortex vibrant
reminding abloom blossoms of past, once fragrant.
Chorus
Summer breeze singing song strong loud soft or serene
recalling reminiscences to illumine.
Verse III
Summer breeze flows at ease carrying flowery fragrance
Summer breeze not to cease, blow please, roam with romance.
Summer gust flowing fast cooling touch at dawn and dusk.
Nostalgic emotive urge appears, throwing mask.
Chorus
Summer breeze singing song strong loud soft or serene
Recalling reminiscences to illumine.
08/09/18
PRUNING THE ROSES
Prune Roses here, Prune Roses there,
Dancing in my garden,
With Sweet William and Fred Astaire.
Wallflower there, Gardenia over here,
My Fuchsia’s looking bright,
I’m going to retire this year.
Working on the Rockery,
and making it a Dahlia routine.
The Hydrangea looks wonderful,
Magnolia’s standing supreme.
Perennials in here, Heather over there,
Talking to my Sunflower,
Petunia’s shrug and stare.
Slug pellets there, Slug pellets here,
Touch my French Marigolds,
and its salt on your tail my dear.
Love to spend the day, working in my garden,
Then relax in the evening sun.
Surveying creation all around me,
With a nice Cuppa and a Currant Bun.
Let Us Paint Stars in the Heavens
But first, you must come and carry me in your arms.
For human utterances, nothing to me, do they convey,
Simpy, the raw, bare, nakedness of us, sets me aflame!
Reflecting our stunning sexuality in that flowered pool,
next to Mount Olympus.
Where Pan, happily, his flute doth gayly, play.
In our Grecian land, where we have so many times have lain.
On God's verdant carpet of grass, Grecian gardenia mixed
with your manly scent.
May my last breath be only a swooming sea!
That is the very human scent of only desirable you and the
ever most wanton me.
How shy was I, that very first time, swept away by the site
of your haunting rippling flesh!
Embarrassed, oh yes, I wanted to look away!
But swooned at your virile manhood, nonetheless.
Captured was I, a total, forever, a prisoner of you!
Nothing innocent about us shall ever be written.
And yes, I wish it just to be exactly so!
For we are blessed to be passions' slaves in full glory.
We paint the stars in heaven without shame and no
faux romantic story!
A tale of us, most rare and divine, unspeakably delirious.
Where I can always feel your eternal hands, traversing
my naked spine.
I, your slave, till that final cloud takes me forever home.
To exist in the heavens, in our Orpheus star, never more lost,
eternally....
Within you, my eternal, celestial home, no more to roam.
July 29, 2020
Entered in Silent One's Sensuality Contest
Dewdrops cling to blades of green grass,
like sparkling drops of liquid glass.
And at sunrise, as songbirds sing;
to blades of green grass, dewdrops cling.
With wondrous wings, butterflies fly;
a flash of color in the sky.
One of Nature's prettiest things:
butterflies fly with wondrous wings.
Crickets stridulate for a mate,
relying on the whims of fate.
And though their chirps can irritate,
seeking mates, crickets stridulate.
Gardenia blooms in Summer's heat;
a fragrant, sweet, sensual treat.
While clad in green and white costumes,
in Summer's heat, gardenia blooms.
Shadows merge, diminishing day;
as a setting sun slips away.
And flowing like a tidal surge;
diminishing day; shadows merge.
Riding tricycles and swimming.
Bicycling madly on Chicago streets.
Ah, dear Lord, life was deliciously sweet!
Christmas time glowed in Elmwood Park.
That huge white flocked tree.
We all are here, but lost our fun-loving, Brucie!
Cheering for the Bears at great Soldier's Field,
Or the times at Cubs Park?
At night on swings in the warm, starry dark.
KiddieLand and Riverview, too.
The laughter and the endless joys.
We were truly good little girls and boys.
Now on my inner journey to a most blessed past.
The ongoing wonder of growing up to achieve.
But most significantly, we were taught to believe!
If a gardenia could only speak of our fragrant young days...
I am only here to tell you, I love you.
And each one, an invaluable soul,in my view!
Love and Merry Memories!
~ Cousin P ~
12-22-2020
A tribute to all my cousins.
Merry Christmas
Holiday Hugs