Long Greens Poems
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Each week leaflets come thick and fast
through my door,
for guttering, glazing and food,
I'm afraid all junk mail will end up without fail
in the bin, and I'm not being rude.
But I do get quite cross with this unwanted dross
that comes flowing through my letterbox
using acres of trees this dread paper disease
is like some new great plague or the Pox.
Election time's coming, the airwaves are humming
with soundbites from PM Mrs May,
Corbyn, Libs and the Greens using various means
to grab my one vote on this Thursday.
And now it appears all the stuff through the post
is from those who would hope to defeat her,
the drivel's the same, I'm fed up with their games
so I may as well vote for a pizza.
Late,
the morning glories rise
passionate, royal, magenta blooms trumpeting,
helloes and goodbyes;
novice neophytes falling
into lavender blush dream states
succumbing to a mellowed change in weather
cooler days awakened by pale aging sunlight
soft, restless breezes
in the trees shedding leaves;
twilight for the foliage
a lurid golden year half-light dulcet dawns,
scarlet carmine sunsets, waning,
whispering not shouting
carnelian nights humming a lullaby,
serene, euphonious,
clouded eyes struggling to remain awake
buddings small and petite,
placid emollients of day;
shaded out of scathed hunter greens
falling to lemon camboge
limed colored oranges,
harvest time citrus afterbites
commencement to vermillion bleedings
September full blood moon phasings,
in crisp kaleidoscope etchings
of a well-painted palette
sepia rusettes, auburn,
ambered melancholia disturbances;
sanguine shortened days,
arboreal sleep, brittle and dry
les Feuilles Mortes.
Mystic Rose contest of Hello September
9/17/21
I roam through this forest of vibrant hues
Lush plants of bright greens
Deep shadows of blues
I amble along at contentments pace
Soft moss on bare feet
Dreamy smile on my face
No sense of urgency swallows my steps
I wander freely
Exploring its depths
Sheets of sheer mist dance down a small path
the tickling sensation
making me laugh
Natures wet kisses upon my skin
Gooseflesh erupts
Tailing tingles within
I shake off a shudder running down my spine
Dew drops on my neck
Standing under the Pine
Golden rays dimming to crimson beams
Nighttime has come
In the forest of my dreams
13.04.2021 - In the forest of my dreams contest
Calming clean crisp temperatures
Visually aesthetic browns,
Heart sweet October oranges,
Soft bright held ever so tight brown
~
Shades grounds leaves roll around and dance
Teasing pleases my eyes delight
Rainbow red, orange soothing souls
Breath, breathes compassions yellow greens
Soft bright held ever so tight brown
~
Feel like rejoicing outer side of the house
Most distinctive feel beyond windows light
Soft bright held ever so tight brown
Soft bright held ever so tight brown
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Rainbow red, orange soothing sounds
The colors for mind eyes, I spy delight
The smells of autumn fall just right
Soft bright held ever so tight brown
~
Pumpkin, apple cider, warm drinks
Senses felt mix spirit, soul, thinks...
Soft bright held ever so tight brown
11/3/2023
October's Story Poetry Contest
Kyrielle poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Ah summer when smiles nigh early on trees…
Take season's kick-start, Karan, smiling first,
Its bright yellow flowers when sway in breeze,
And seem to brag: O watch my blossoms burst.
Lest it be left out of this fragrant race,
Champa, well worth a wait, hastens to charm,
Mogras mesmerise with innocent face,
Birds with sweetest of songs begin to swarm.
Even Curry-patta, kitchen's green soul,
When blooms with tender leaves, shows shades of greens,
Gulmohors and Acacia, close cousins,
Borsalis, Bougainvillea are on roll.
Butterflies dance, and birds when sing aloud,
The Nature’s smile from subtle turns to loud.
II
Loud or subtle, both celebrate Nature,
One can imagine what may well happen:
The mood’s upbeat, life lifts its innate stature,
Lo, summer’s here to run full marathon.
Ceaseless, some stray squirrels scamper breathless,
Koels when coo behind fresh foliage,
Locked are the house lizards in long caress,
All life on earth has spiced up its image.
All clamour to be part of cheery scene,
Palm trees, sea breeze, salty air, sun-kissed hair,
In early summer O do take me there,
Let me like all play my own little bin.
When summer smiles early O do not wait,
Celebrate, ‘summer’s lease hath a short date’.
III
Yea, summer’s lease enjoys too short a date,
Seasons can’t just carry for long their hype,
So, fortune smiles when, keep an open gate,
O smile, for fruits come succulent and ripe.
Day’s bright, night shines with moonlit silver line,
Naught compares with summer night— all alone,
She seated with her love on sandy throne,
To enjoy till dawn under silver shine.
An early summer with blissful mild chill,
And a touch of late winter’s sweet embrace,
Sure, naught can beat early summer’s warm feel,
A stretch on green grass, gaze at stars’ true face.
And early summer’s not without its boons,
For, monsoon too sets soon in a few moons.
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Crown of sonnets |09.03.2020| summer, smile
Garage sales are fun but estate sales are even better
I love looking through other people’s incredible stuff
It is a great way to find that kooky Christmas sweater
To find red petticoats and turquoise jewelry for a cuff.
An album full of photos of people from the olden days
Paisley bell bottoms from the seventies and a fur vest
Classic 1940’s pinstriped suits in navy’s and gray’s
And a beautiful Birdseye maple homemade chest
I take a peek at this lady’s baubles, buttons and bows.
In oranges, greens, silvers, satins, and periwinkle blue.
She has left them behind in meticulously straight little rows
I may have to buy a few. How about you?
It is no small act that follows
no leaps nor bounds
as we are bound
the square, white-washed walls
crumbling, no doors, no sound
but who are we
are we not what one perceives
stuck to our one room box
we break down walls
chains
colour splashes from our minds
deep duck pond greens
clouded and clumsy periwinkle blues
rich like yellow satins
seducing our sky
dawning light down upon our eye
the back, the forth
smoke filled haze
tapping on the shoulder
a tapestry of the trumpets
tip tapping away
we sway
outside the room
pressures pierce the skull
they look inside
they see mirrors
a reflection of their kind
their closed mind
set in their ways and their worries
the world has ended for them
as the books and the doors shut
clenching rosaries and a plethora of pills
to beat the heart or dull the thrills
we're no dolls, nor drills, not make believe
we burn, we live, we breathe
our colours crimson
our lips bitten
our cheeks singed from the sun
blood stains our sanctuary
we don't whine, we will
yes we will
Rise
rise up from the duldroms
the blase acrimony
walk upon the broken glass
bleed
unhook harnesses holding you back
show off your bosoms
your tiger, your grit
stop bending over looking at your rear
trying to replicate yesteryear
storms are fast approaching
thunder fills the halls
be that lightning
a tempest igniting
One, uniquely one,
and all
Month nine, September, has arrived
to ease out summer's three-month stay,
which after spring's rebirth survived;
now, autumn splendor makes its way.
The sun shines lower in the sky;
our daylight hours grow shorter too,
while verdant greens fade by-and-by
to morph into a golden hue.
Vacations end, kids back in school-
September sets an altered stage,
preparing for full autumn's rule
when glorious landscapes engage.
And now, September, halfway gone,
has turned a corner- soon we'll see
October and November dawn
their vibrant-colored jubilee!
September 17, 2021
Contest: Hello September
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Unidentified spaceship spotted over Kansas field
One-eyed, antenna-crowned alien at the wheel
Cows stop their grazing to glance its way
ZAP! -- Nothing left in the field but bundles of hay
Wide-eyed farmers swallow the tobacco in their craws
As above crows circle madly, 'midst startled caws
The ship's underside glows orange, white and blue
The President's skin turn greens when it come into view
The pics now go viral, the USA's on high alert
While out in the field, farmers cower in the dirt
Then just as the aliens emerge from their ship
My plane lands-- I wake up: It's the end of my trip
He leaves his silent signature on every piece of art
Not seeking worldly profit or acclaim,
Yet touches of perfection often set his work apart
And witness to his honourable name.
He moves his painter’s palette from the east unto the west
From north to south he coats the sweeping land.
His artistry is limitless and stunningly expressed
With every brushstroke marvellously planned.
Assorted textures bring to life the panoramic scenes
Resplendent in their richly varied hues,
From pastel pink to persimmon and dazzling emerald greens
Warm russet browns and iridescent blues.
A masterpiece can sometimes be neglected it is true
And counterfeits delude us at first sight,
So let us keep this perfect canvas in our field of view
And in the artist's workmanship delight.
06/10/18
(British spellings)
N/A :‘The paint mover poetry contest’ : Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen