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He has all of the strength of Mars the God of War
His Tiger Eyes Gemstones
Were ornaments that the Romans Adorned
To protect themselves from mortal peril
and the windows to his ancient soul
raven hair that Niagara Falls over his eyes..................
what other way can I express it that he is
he is breathtakingly beautiful
Other than.. for a poets rhythmic brain to turn into Jello
He slowly saunters
Fedora on his crown he’s the king.
3,000 dollar suit fashion, Jason Derullo’s got nothing on him
His whispers make the women sway like ballerinas tempted by the wind.
He makes my heart beat faster than Ratatat's Percussion
He will make you purr louder than a playful Kitten
His laughter truly defines him, his bubble gum pink cheeks were made for kissing.
Tsunami Surfing and taking chances on the uncertain
Like Socrates he is my teacher of what it is to be Living.
Fear is only something of our human minds creation
In this war against the Cancer he will win
His Tiger Eyes forever shielding him
Snake’s head, pitcher plant, Lady’s slipper orchid, and the corpse flower
Four of the strangest flowers, but not the contender for queen of the rare.
That honor belongs to Middlesmist Red.
She exists in only two places in the world.
Which one is the insect swarm commander?
That would be the Bullhom Acadia.
And the most deadly? Angel’s Trumpet, a member of the nightshade family.
She is a shrub and bears beautiful poisonous flowers in a variety of colors.
How do you turn roses black again? Put them into a vase of water with ink.
Is there a flower that smells like death?
Yes. The corpse flower in Loxahatchee.
I thought there was another death flower.
You are correct, the chrysanthemum.
Since ancient times she has been equated with the concept of death.
In Asia, the chrysanthemum also represents any good-bye.
Is there a happiness flower?
This would be the pink rose, which also shows love.
Are flowers like gemstones then, do they have properties? Are they symbols?
Yes. White lilacs symbolize purity and innocence. Purple lilac means first love.
Lily of the Valley symbolizes rebirth and humility; it is equated with religion.
Watch out for the Bleeding Heart; it can mean spurned love, or rejection.
The more I learn about the language of flowers, the more I want to learn.
Cape Comorin (Kanyakumari) of Tamil Nadu,
Might be copious of the core concept called Xanadu;
Indian Ocean, Bay of Bengal, Arabian Sea,
Amalgamate and mingle here, like mermaids, full of glee...!
Treasures of silver, gold, and gemstones within oceans lay,
Sea gods and goddesses; ghosts and angels; live here, they say;
The sun, like a pendulum pushed from the sea, rises up,
Descends and disappears, like a kicked ball, before we sup...!
The southernmost part of the Indian nation is this,
Men and women of many religions live here in bliss;
Temples, mosques, churches, gurudwaras, and palaces antique,
Exhibit their inter-religiosity, unique...!
We don't have the Angel Fall, but a few falls we have here,
Young and old, at leisure times, play within them full of cheer;
Nature has made her paintings, lo, with green woods and forests,
Lullabies of little birds and beasts, never find a rest...!
Coconuts, Arrack nuts, spices, and tapiocas grow,
Bananas of varieties put up their fresh fruit show;
Goods trading we do; fish in terms of fresh tapioca,
We share, our simple love, in cups of coffee or cocoa...!
Jewelry, stone carvings, cane work, lace work, metal casting,
Needlework, sculptures, and sea shell crafts go everlasting;
Coral grass mats, palm leaf designs, cane, and bamboo caudex,
Jute-based handicrafts and we have so fine fiber products...!
A dialect of Tamil-mix Malayalam we chant,
Though our mother tongue is classical Tamil known so grand;
Kalial, Bow Song, Karagam Dance, and Kathakali,
We carry on our cultural heritage zealously...!
Rice, tapioca, coconut, seafood, legumes, lentils,
Mangos, bananas, and jacks are our food fundamentals;
Fishing flourishes; and farming into the inner land,
Toddy-tapping and rubber rearing too go hand in hand...!
Though our innate quality is love mixed with purity,
Modernity, no doubt, has brought in insecurity...!
Trust in the divine and love for nature, yet, make us grow,
Inspiring us beyond the oceans, and the skies to go...!!!
22 May 2023
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Calmness wasn't expected today by my overwhelmed spirit marveling,
I spot linden's branches with their yellow flowers brightly floating
as ships lost at sea; from which river did they come from?
Did someone break them off or was it a summer' storm?
Curiousity makes me look further down...discovering shiny limpets,
in conical form, stuck to tidal rocks and visited by water lilies;
a lizard watches my facial movements...I hear a male voice,
"Sub rosa...in loco citato!" shouting to his gal so voluptuous...
Latin spoken these days? I stumble upon a familiar phrase
that some of my classmates used to whisper to girls wearing sunbonnets,
making believe they were practicing the liturgical language of priests;
and if they learned quickly, they would surely get a blind date...
The lotus' fragrance induces a sudden rejuvination of the imaginative, uncontrollable senses;
a laison for those unsavoring women and femmes fatales...
laying down on sandy beaches with gazes upon moonlight, with mellow faces
being stroken by manly hands, and hearts being fascinated by capricious words...
The flaunting moon infuses the dreamer's innermost thoughts;
passionate verses adhering to the walls of the poetic heart as the shiny
limpets stick to the tidal rocks, making their ivocation to the invidious sea,
which glistens with its green and blue gemstones that reflect my sweetheart's eyes...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
P.S. Translation: Sub rosa...in loco citato/ In secret...in the mentioned place
Femmes Fatales/charming or seductive women
Art is abstract
Art thrives with colours
Colours brighten faded coral
Colours highlight black
Black skies with silver stars
Black opal gemstones
Gemstones like amethyst
Gemstones of vivid ruby
Ruby roses and crimson thorns
Ruby as precious as emeralds
Emerald stalks of yellow daisies
Emerald and velvet aurora
Aurora Borealis in hints of pink
Aurora Australis in tones of turquoise
Turquoise morpho butterflies
Turquoise waves on sands of gold
Gold rays of orb in sapphire sky
Gold crown with Indian jewels
Jewels that sparkle like red diamonds
Jewels unique like taaffeite
Taaffeite glimmers in mauve
Taaffeite shimmers in lavender
Lavender blooms in lilac buds
Lavender can help you to sleep
Sleep brings ebony nightmares
Sleep brings dreams of ivory
Ivory are a grey elephant's tusks
Ivory are the keys on pianos
Pianos are made from pine
Pianos can be stained in brown
Brown bark covered in green moss
Brown is compost for soil
Soil supports olive herbs
Soil weaves rainbow roots
Roots of amber sweet pea
Roots nourished from plain rain
Rain brings charcoal clouds
Rain flourishes fields of barley
Barley has an earthly hue
Barley crops bloom in beige
Beige looks a bit like magnolia
Beige is a little vanilla
Vanilla has a lovely scent
Vanilla can be a dull personality
Personality should be like orange
Personality is portrayed in poetry
Poetry is a pigment of creativity
Poetry is a vibrant palette of love
Love...
Creativity...
How grand it is when blue sky meets the sea,
may sky and sand and water ever be,
reflected in this topsy-turvy lea.
Oh, let the stars fall down, and over we.
Will you meet me where the foam froths and roils,
where waves pound upon glistening soil,
and seagull's squawk in mismatched harmony;
oh, let the stars fall down, and over we.
Sea tossed, the dross shines upon the strand.
Gemstones are born, where the sky meets the land.
meet me down by the rush of lulling sea;
oh, let the stars fall down, and over we.
Here we will lie for all eternity,
with life and death, and our love of the sea.
Scenic Point by Robert Butler
Good morning sun, as we enter into a new year, I thank God for you,
I thank you for blessing me with your rays of love light and energy, shining ever so brightly each day.
no matter what austerities, adversities or circumstances that may come your way you are forever constant.
I want to be just like you, to shine ever so brightly each day, no matter austerities, adversities or circumstances that may come my way.
I thank you every morning, for all that you do, if you did not do the things that you do, life on this planet earth would cease to exist.
My father created the sun, the moon, the stars, and all the planets in the galaxies and the universities, he created them all.
then he created this planet earth and all things on it, the oceans, the rivers, the mountains, the trees all plant life on land and in the sea, all animal life on land and in the sea, all precious metals, gemstones, oils and gases.
My father created them all, then he created men and women and gave us this planet for our home, he made us the custodians of this planet earth and all things on it.
And even though at times we are so undeserving of this great honor, but God is a loving and forgiven father and I am so grateful for his love and grace.
I am a child of God and of the light, my father and I am one, I am that I am, in the name of the father the son and the holy spirit my lord and savior Jesus Christ, may you wash me with your blood make me anew cleanse me of all my sins and transgressions.
To you my father I give all things, you know my heart, my desires, my wants and my needs.
forever grateful for the gift of life, to earths custodians please take care of mother earth for there is no other!
In an incandescent wood luminous poppies offer
guidance to travelers; tree limbs dance in
syncopation to universal rhythms.
Fireflies shed their phosphorescence
among the flora.
I walk here in radiant beams of enlightenment.
Gathering gemstones; dream time baubles
of esoterica for I am first, a spirit.
Hearts of lavender and rubies
sing out their wisdom in archetypes
of eternity’s cultivation.
I secret it all away in my backpack
and return with a smile to mortal reality.
I have heard the voice of the flowers,
smelled the sweet scent of the Universe
and danced to the refrains of cosmic elation.
Inspiration comes from unnamed realms
and rests upon the ethers...
grasp your share.
Written: October 30, 2023
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Amidst bouts of deep pain and hellacious strife
When anxiety overwhelms and exhausts life.
Hyacinth should be allowed to soothe the soul.
With succulent shades and truths still to control,
Within the sepulcher of our deepest fears,
A soliloquy of anguish, shedding tears.
But in this darkness, a sapphire gleams.
Gemstones of hope illuminate dreams.
Raise your voice and be heard.
gleaming akin to a sequin-deterred
On the peaks, sparks of life start to fly.
Strong souls are coming together to sway.
The soul struggles to beat and breathe.
As a symbol of spiritual ascension, we weave
I breathe your ardent soul to life,
In this bland world, where hope is rife,
For your soul, auctioned out to mirage,
Hostile and harmful, a hardship barrage
But be cunning, for the devil grins.
In pursuit of fame, roadblocks begin.
Plow through them, forge ahead,
Retain persevering; let hibiscus spread.
Nectarine and coral spirits are bright.
A symphony of perseverance, a resilient light
The soul, a beacon, shines through the night.
Defying the odds with all its might
No matter the trials, no matter the toll,
The resilient soul continues to roll.
In this symphony of perseverance,
The merging of twinning souls is a resurgence.
Let your screams be heard, echo, and resonate.
As you rise above and conquer your fate.
The day, the soil lab took care of him, and I sighed
Categorical exclusion, You were there, but almost Nye!
My outspoken, my hidden, my own darker trace
My grace, rancid disgrace, my song and my own mess
Did I ever tell you? I loved you with all my heart, I loved you all!
I had no desire, there, my nihilistic call, they are not an easy Pickthall!
I startled, I stumbled , I ran, I walk and I snore, sneeze and yawn!
I craft and in my propeller shaft, I fly, with flying try, I try simply not to frown!
These are not all stemming from me, these are the imprinting gemstones of praying tea
You are a done deal only to compose , not to take heed before you even try to say, once again to me!
These are white lies, your sweater moment drops on your life, legend and universal truth
And all they say is to look after your giggling imagism before it handles him too, to soothe beneath the bluetooth!
April, 2025
(Twelve beautiful lines )