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"House plants are such attention seekers!" -- quote by Poet
House plants in the nursery are all trying
to sell themselves; competing for attention;
pleading to be bought to Mrs. Greenthumb.
"Hey you, marveling at the flowering vines!
How about taking me home? Feel me by the touch;
glide your fingers across my soft blades
and gently grasp them.
Don't they feel wonderful? Choose me!,"
exclaims the Xerophyllum.
"Hey, over here! Pick me and you'll gasp in amazement
watching me clasp and hold pesky houseflies
you can't swat! They never escape...
my clutch of death. I promise!,"
swears the Venus flytrap.
"No, pick me! I guarantee you'll be satisfied.
I know you want me. I'm beauty personified,
hued in striking yellow or orange buds.
I'll be the star in your garden,"
goes the Yellow Oleander.
"Don't! The Yellow Oleander is very poisonous,
and the Xerophyllum just looks like a weed!
Try me instead. Inhale the pleasing fragrance
of my buds and your heart will soar to the heavens
with joy, " pleads the Freesia.
Mrs. Greenthumb buys the Venus Flytrap--
ah, cool choice---and the Yellow Oleander. Oh, no!
Writing Prompt - Grasp- Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Required words: vines, glide, grasp, gasp, clasp, hold, clutch, hued, inhale, soar.
Date written: 07/04/2021
Haiku I mean
because
life is a mystery
sky is clear
and serene
one draw
these grasshoppers-
I want to pass
I want to smile
may be love
is hand to mouth
or may be we eat
to live
or may be we live to eat
because here is domestic-
even cowards
are our brothers
because I can't sleep
anyhow, nothing is scarce
rather it goes through
before me is a thought
in letters and words-
others are mode, mean and median
and still others are bound around
wisdom is a reason-
here, between ends
of a bridge
and even among
houseflies butterflying
around
nods? are but words
of body gestures
a crocodile lamenting
and courting or something
tonight case may be
different, may be tough
I fear flies
and see tomorrow is an
election day
oh! my head and heart!
may be next season
fire may be abundant
in vitamins
I digest two morsels
of favourite food
did I wink to
right or left?
after all I am taking precautions
isn't it?
this station here
smoke rising
in snow and wind
like a privatization
of facial expressions
hark and damn?
I think everybody
is free? and everything?
toast to me twas?
I think we will
leave here for Malabu?
isn't it?
something is a dream
in wings of east and west
isn't it?...
some haikus to fancy
weather of rainbow
may I blow my nose? and brush my teeth?.
Tick-tock of a clock lasts a fraction of moment,
Yet, makes me cognizant of the moments potent;
The dewdrop that glistens from the tip of a leaf,
Though its life is a second or minute so brief...
The mayfly lives, kissing the lamp, a day or less,
Yet, that makes itself as happy as none could guess;
Fruit fly survives fourteen days as a total whole,
Egg to larva, pupa, the adult with a goal...
The Pantry pests, Luna moths, ant-drones and houseflies,
Each lives with no complaints and dies with no outcries;
Parrot, crow, pigeon, sparrow, eagle, and vulture,
Who have, earning the food they eat, as their culture...
Clean air, soothing sounds, and the beauty of nature,
A beam of sunlight and gleam of gentle gesture;
Relishing memories; cherishing warm events,
Sun basking, Moon baking, Stargazing calm moments...
The holiness of motherhood; Fatherly care,
Fraternal love and mutual concern we share;
I cannot just tell, indeed, what does not touch me,
Devoid of these touches, can I ever be me…?
17 July 2021
Touch My Heart Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
In scratchy swales emitting Clorox gas,
Matador houseflies cross paralyzed eyes;
A kaleidoscope scene where jagged glass
Cracks beneath footsteps of love’s promised lies;
Forgotten by choice through hell-flickered sight,
Confusion screams at a dead mobile phone,
Gripping slick sanity ever so tight,
Un-stabled by speaking to Nothing’s tone.
Tormentors nearby prepare their escape,
Entrusting blindness to suffocate truth;
Black swans are they, drinkin’ ‘shine to undrape
Wounds nearly healed from a vi’lated youth –
A normal day in an abnormal cave,
Where hatred rules whipping peace claimed its slave.