Long Gladioli Poems

Her golden locks glide grandly through our gladioli gilded garden gateway,
I gulp ginormous groundbreaking gulleys, 
telltale tear tsunamis cut cataclysmic currents,
raw reckless rupture of romantic render,
terror-stricken tangential tamper seal evidence
on lumpen lunge lonesome lachrymose levee...

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I’ve labored,
I’ve sowed, and watered
Now, I wait.

The sun shall rise,
My seed shall grow.
And the heavens shall open up,
To weep.

Bathing in the sun’s rays,
And rain from last night, trickling down the foliage,
That one drop hits the...

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Some examples from the original and some form clues..

NATURE THE ARTIST 2

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Peeking through late snow, she's painted snowdrops in winter,
dancing to gentle breezes, daffodils in early spring,
beauty reaching for the sky, tulips in the shining...

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A flower beginning with A is easy you see, an Aster I would sow
Bluebells of every colour and size in most gardens grow

Colourful  Cornflower and Coneflower fills the scene,
Dianthus and Daisy look bright and...

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It's Monday
The day of the dead leaves and fresh flowers
The dry and wet hours
Like the other days
Of life and death
The desert and the lake
Thousands of the little ponds
The debris waiting for the mansion
Farmers stacking the...

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Word Quintet in E Minor

Too many tan hearses cruise down my street in 1963
Too many grieving souls cry shattered tears here.
Green throbbing lawns ruminate like grazing cows.
Red-bricked chimneys stand erect in the tall wind.

You and...

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All the dream lamps of the world have joined their rendezvous
In this porcelain time of the evening playing in my bloodstream
I am waiting when the river of nudity will bring about the coup
Filling the molecules...

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He avoided florists,
those over-cultivated blooms
in their overheated shops
seemed to be a perversion of nature.

He shunned all those floral gangsters;
the vainglorious gladioli,
eugenically forced greenhouse geraniums
with their large Shar-Pei heads.
Garish claustrophobic hosts of peonies
pressing-in and crowding his...

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 Crimson desire often keeps knitting a dream
I sail in an Egyptian boat in a blue river 
Warm my breath with the woolen heat of the steam
From the buds while in a blooming rose you...

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I was in the garden tending gladioli
and collecting rosehips to make wine
When I glanced toward the sky
A cold shiver ran down my spine . 

Hurtling toward me 
At what seemed a thousand miles per hour
Was...

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I avoid florists, not the people,
who generally speaking,
are polite and quite unremarkable.

I write of those floral gangsters;
the vainglorious gladioli,
eugenically forced greenhouse geraniums
with their large shar-pei heads.
Garish claustrophobic hosts 
pressing in.

My center inwardly trembles
when confronted with...

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NATURE THE ARTIST
A
Trick Poem
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She's painted snowdrops in winter, peeking through late snow,
daffodils in early spring, dancing to gentle breezes,
tulips in the shining sun, beauty reaching for the sky,
gladioli in the summertime, the sunflower a witness...

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Clinton Lynch
1862-1912

It took a long time for me to die.
Five long years; from the moment
Doctor Barmore told me my heart was bad,
Until the day I was on my deathbed, 
Staring listlessly through my envious window,
At...

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She surrenders her all oranges and apples
To his crimson basket of throbbing warmth
To let her caves dance in a downpour
And cloak her snowflakes in wools of love

They are like two entwined trees
Against an embroidered slice...

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I avoid those floral gangsters,
vainglorious Gladioli,
eugenically forced greenhouse Geraniums
with their large Shar-pei heads.
Garish claustrophobic chromatic mobs,
their heavy menacing over-cultivated smells.

Charles Darwin, thought these latter-day
angiosperms as:
“an abominable mystery.”
They are life-forms born of missing links,
genetically modified to...

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Wounds and stars in a bowl
Both have to be taken
Emerging from dream soul
Linger on when waken

Sticks of gladioli
Crimson flower vases
Reddened green stimuli
Windows in rose blushes

A beggar on your road
A song in his guitar
Turns into a...

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NOT  LISTENING


Choral gladioli  in formal circles,
Standing awkward beneath the pines’
Shade  -  their  pinks and purples
Gasping in the gloom for sunshine.

Immersed in a happy crowd mustered
Around them  - dandelions in...

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It was predictable
You would come
And smile

I cleaned the stable
Put a handsome
bouquet of roses
On a table
In the right hand corner
Near the window

Put some white gladioli
Wrapped with
A brown paper too
Lest what is predictable
Didn't come true


It was you...

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This dress was ripe with stains
On the verge of being lost to last year
And its ambiguous grey-green shading

Last year's heart took my eyes and
Squeezed
The life out of them
Until they bled right over the sick-skin skirt

I...

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Spring rain was forecast, and it came.
It ran out of the sky,
it felt like millions of sloppy puppy kisses
a warm wetness just so happy to lick the earth
and the bald spot on the top of...

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Breathtaking,
long tall stalks,
like a ladder,
tiny buds in thy thoughts,
array of colors,
pink through to yellow,
the buds one fine murky morning,
stay in mourning,
until the sun rises,
the Gladioli surprises,
it awakens after dawn,
to a massive spawn,
of Gerbera's to accompany.

Each...

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Gladioli stand in a tantric daze
under siege of prism. The colors fall dangling,
unsettling silent memories.

I thought I was nervous
while playing a smell game of wild guns,
when tanks were rolling out on streets.

A final farewell before...

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