Long Hothouse Poems

White Wings

Perceived upon a sunny day, a flutter by sailing the still 
Dancing a sequence with paper wings seeking to alight
And flit a nomadic path through warmth and perfect haze 
Fragile life that traverses the...

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The Venus Sun-Trap

Bright sister of the Earth defines the sky at eve and dawn
For similarities not at all, a hothouse orb intensely strong
Of water next to none that would see it boil and frazzle
Earth’s closest...

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Three coins tossed at once; each coin is given a value of 2 or 3, depending upon whether it is tails or heads, respectively. Six such tosses make the hexagram. Some fortune-tellers use an empty...

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(inspired by ‘Dusty Rose Dreaming’ by poet vb)

We’re powdered city girls heading into a club,
bright orchids entering the hothouse
spreading fun with noblesse oblige,
qua somethings suited for silver screens.

Our attention’s as uncertain as the stock market.

Experts...

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Warming up to the sensual murmur
of a predawn dream.

It was a wave troubled night
the cold-grizzles
bent thoughts into driftwood shapes.

She echoes,
her body heat can almost be seen.
Who she is, is a writhing question mark
beneath squeezed-shut eyelids.

An...

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SCENARIO
ostentatioun
  everywhere
spreading
in the
hothouse
of
incongruous
reflection

ageless &
  timeless
elevated
living
a
paraphrase
supposedly
  overwhelmingly
in an
atmosphere
  of
 astonishing
    perfection
  flawless
beyond
  observation
an
epochal
 retrospective
of appreciation
in contrast
& spotlit
in  appearance

 so visually
available
&yet  mysterious
impervious
 impassive
 monumental,
 in
reflected
 profile

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath...

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ki7rptpm85M
Lilacs and daffodils seasonal thrills 
spilling on the lawn lots of sunshine and light 
beaming from a window I hold still 
breathing in April, I no longer feel the chill 
roses and daisies joyful gardeners...

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Hothouse flower steamed, 
your petals pressed against the glass,
all your colors raining down
round boiling letterbox,

a letter from whom, they whisper
in the next room, is he tall, or
does he draw, is he masked
and does he ask
if...

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On return, first thing, I view
my garden with sleepy eyes.
Straight away, I summerise,
nothing died.

I pull a few offending weeds,
as I go along the paths.
New colours cream,lilac,red and yellow.
Daffidols bulbs that split in halves.

As I reach...

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She's the look of a hothouse flower;
She seems to be losing power-
Like a rose in need of summer shower!
Like a bird retreating to summer bower!

Hair plastered, her dress a mess,
She's been under a current stress.
Susanna...

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I awoke to the pressure
Pushing me inward this morning.
Sticky. Moist air immersing me
In sodden memories.
Blast from the past.
Humid awakenings from a life
No longer mine.
Rusty time.

Displaced. Confused. Spinning.
The shoe and not the foot.
Not striding forward in...

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madhouse of a ménage à trois —
the bawdy chamber of the blitz,
where three depraved darlings conspired in pagan rituals,
their lover's lament a discordant dirge amidst,
detritus of a bygone era,
a winter's eve of wreathed blossoms and...

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I opened my patio door today
I don’t care if it’s ninety-five!
Inside this senior residence
It's always too chilly.

In the winter you hear
complaints of the cold outside,
And yet it’s a hothouse inside.
Is it really winter? 

Then summer...

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