Long Hyacinth Poems
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Bluebird…pretty little bluebird, see
all the budding Spring…beautiful
chiming of melody and spruced up
leaves, shiny and thriving, dewdrop
tingling. Bluebird, come and see -
give us a sweet twiddle dee dee.
It’s Spring so alive with canopy skies
and the happiness thriving with seeds
springing up - buttercup daffodils,
roses, posies, forsythia and black-eyed
susans, crocus, hyacinth and phlox.
Bluebird in layers of colorless feathers,
who would know, the magic wand
of light twinkles about and catches
our eyes, whether blue, black, brown
green or blue — all weather hues.
Bluebird…pretty little bluebird…see!
3/28/2022
Jasmine stint scented plants
appreciate it textured colored perennial
Plants botanic garden hyacinth
Beautiful colored bright abundant fragrant
Sweeten smells and delight blue flower soft pink pedals
Magnolia evergreen, wisteria pergola purple wall
Fragrant faint to overpowering
Tubela freesia shades white orange
Red blue yellow lavender balloons traces
Sweet sweet scent outdoor Oasis
Slow princess
Dark Knight honeysuckles yellow variety flowers
Late summer followed by bright red berries
Scarlet Red light apricot pink double flower
Scented rose roses by many names yet arose a rose
Phlox several shades of pink
Aa lots of white Salmon purple red bi colors parts
Of a mixed border large swass for impact
On a pure White tile variety fragrant
Spring summer time lilac sturdy little shrub
Shades of white with pink purple drought blooms all season long
attracting pollinators with deep purple flowers
Awesome that have orange throats fragrant out
Of matter spicy host
Perennial Rossi dark green foldage
Lo! peony liken of a fuller rose bud pure
White blooms with grimson flex heirlooms
with gorgeous mimi mix of pink double blooms
A truest scented voice
Fragranted perfumed floral hosts~
3/6/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
334.
Zephyrus' Serenade for Hyacinth
Oh precious Hyacinth, in my eyes a jewel
In front of your radiance, my knees fell
You're like a glistening pearl in a virgin shell
I am enamored by your enthralling spell
Listen everyone to Zephyrus' Serenade for Hyacinth!
Oh King of Sparta, you bear the tastiest fruit
On the land he is the handsomest youth
This is for everyone a crystal clear truth
That's why in my heart the arrows of Eros shoot
Listen everyone to Zephyrus' Serenade for Hyacinth!
Oh precious Hyacinth, you have equaled the glamour of a god
Your face is fairer than any mortal lad
Your muscles are firmer than any man had
Because of such beauty, you make me feel glad
Listen everyone to Zephyrus' Serenade for Hyacinth!
Oh King of Olympus, let me have this seductive mortal
For him my godly being turned carnal
The appeal of his flesh is oddly unusual
I want him to be mine for time eternal
Listen everyone to Zephyrus' Serenade for Hyacinth!
Oh precious Hyacinth, under my wings you'll never fall
Come to the West Wind's most desperate call
To you I'll reserve the prettiest room in my hall
The most romantic & blissful haven for all
Listen everyone to Zephyrus' Serenade for Hyacinth!
Oh deities & humans, grant me this costly man
Boreas, Notus, Eurus, bring me this heavenly Spartan
Let our powerful Anemoi bequeath him from his clan
Turn him over to the Western Wind, his greatest fan!
Listen everyone to Zephyrus' Serenade for Hyacinth!
-02/11/2015
(Dumarao)
*Hopelessly Immortal Collection
Indigo's child
lives in turquoise walled
creativity.
Her temple roof of cobalt glass
slashed with aquamarine
radiates peace with purpose
steel dolphin joyfulness
as sun's waves reflect
hourly hues, seasons shades
ever-changing.
Supplicants knock on ultramarine door
to hear pure lapis truth.
A lucky few sip tea from cups royal
As powder eyes see all, within
ice hearts dripping sapphire tears.
Her cerulean Zen done,
brimming souls flow away
bearing bouquets of hyacinth bells.
Written 14th July 2018
inspired by Brevity in Blue Contest
Sponsor: Dale Gregory Cozart
Entered Any July 2018 poem
Sponsor Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
75 words
In fallen snow I see the coming of
the Spring. Through branches bare in Winter's grip
I hear the gentle cooing of the dove
and taste the flowers' nectar that bees sip
On icy roads too slippery to pass
or bridges treacherous to even dare
I spot a blade or two of hardy grass
and stubborn moss for which I say a prayer
In January hope seems frozen stiff
but February sees a spell of rain
Come March the sun can even bring a whiff
of hyacinth or lily in the plain...
So bundle up in Sunshine's latest style
for Spring's now thawing 'neath your frozen smile
Iambic Pentameter
H e a r t ~
a museum of mosaic mysteries
of handwritten manuscripts
tattooed with crimson needles
from acrylic sunsets,
when dusk cradles
the obsidian chambers of celestial havens,
homing soul-kept secrets
that ricochet with romanticized sins,
as my beloved moon,
you’ve long been my part-time lover
in darkness and cursed corners
where the sparkling jewels
and the nocturnal nightingales
heed the unsung chorus of
our clandestine rendezvous.
For we are forbidden roses,
like Psyche in star-kissed silence,
t r a c i n g Eros with
wounded wings of feathered fate ~
an unwritten myth of undying sorcery,
magic merged with vehement tears,
chasing love against the snake sun…
So when the sky unfurls,
morning streaks of cinnamon and gold,
write to me discreet letters~
enveloped with paper promises,
sealed with enigmatic echoes,
carved with infatuated ink.
Let the wind carry your wisteria words;
here I’ll wait for the ardent touch
of your feverish perfume….
O familiar stranger,
tangled in the violet vortex of swooning flowers,
we feel the heat of trembling twilight~
a mirage of this devotion.
You and me, part-time lovers,
a midnight escapade
the universe can never illuminate,
a lyrical liaison
the sun can never illustrate,
for we are unrhymed metaphors
lost in the murky meadows
of green-eyed reverie,
where love wears the color of raven tears,
yet heartbeats sigh,
tied in lavender and lilac
to the
amaranthine arms
of hyacinth halcyon…
In a world bejeweled
with tainted trinkets,
and feigned flowers,
we follow the
wailing waves below
whirling wind,
like secluded silhouettes,
stranded on the
cusp of chaos,
unable to find the sparkling
streak of hyacinth hope-
between dusk and dawn.
Perhaps there is a
reason why I stopped
rewriting runes with
cashmere conclusions,
as I’ve long been
dreaming of dahlias,
on weathered willows,
oblivious to the
dancing rays
of rising sun swiftly
cascading like
caramel confetti.
I am like the
sleepless ocean,
letting the
fleeting phases
of bewitching moon
lure floating sapphires;
pushing and pulling
my insomniac tides
with turquoise triggers,
as the inner-child
continues to sail
through tumultuous seas,
healing from
the trauma I’ve been fed,
concocted with
raspberry ruins,
from silver spoons,
on dulcet trays.
I’ve tasted poison
in the fruitiest of cocktails,
although the flavors
of life remain
a mystery within a fickle
game of chess,
incomplete
and unattainable.
I search for a sanctuary
where peace lilies sprout,
beneath the eclipsed horizon,
blindfolding my third eye,
as I waltz through astral
spheres to reach
an elysian dimension.
Amidst unanswered questions
hanging like
unsolvable equations,
for all that I’ve believed
was but a myth concealed
in illusory amulets,
bruising my inner psyche,
preventing me
from seeing beyond.
Yet the morning sky
convinces me to
reconsider and realign,
as the whimsical breeze
whispers in a soft cadence:
the Universe is infinite,
so am I.
This pink granite
heart is as vast as
the spring-hills with
deepest of falls,
prevailing traces of
my silenced voice.
And when mauve clouds
kissed my frail fingers,
I remembered how stars
do not need our touch,
to unravel fate laced in
citrine dust,
Like how I breathe-
lavender love,
within me,
leaving no blood
in my veins but poetry-
flowing as the poem
of pearlescent tomorrows,
through thin
sangria streams,
in daisy dialects.
So who am I~
but a mere dot on a
faceless canvas,
an echo of your rosy rhymes,
an incomplete verse with
complex metaphors,
weaving woes in
sunflower silence..
To my enemies,
cloaked in t w i n k l i n g topaz~
I’ve become immune
to your illusive m a n t r a s,
recited in roseate refrains.
I’ve learned to see
the vermilion
f l o a t i n g
between venomous
pigments of
psychedelic sunsets
For life is a whirlpool
of uncertainties
slithering through
l o o p h o l e s of adversities
We waltz through
h i g h s and l o w s
while masked foes
orchestrate a
a circus embellished
in emerald s p r i n g s
Yet, I f o r g i v e
your i g n o r a n t skies,
unable to grasp
the vision of loyalty
You’ve long been
preaching in
verses of lyrical lies,
soaring above
catastrophic canopies~
draped with my
sentimental s i g h s
this conscience remains
constantly crippled
by the ecstasy of
poisonous promises~
served from
diamond chalices
once upon
a blood m o o n
There’s still
a pearlescent
shore for faithless
footprints in the
island of h e a l i n g
in the marine bed
of softness
that f l o w s
beneath seething seas,
there I’ll sculpt a
lagoon of
p r a y e r s across
fire corals that
f l i c k e r
in tints of
lethal lime green
As I allow aquatic
pearl ruffles to ripple
through weary waves,
they become the
sacred v e s s e l
that unveils
hyacinth stars,
when your heart is
as dark as the
eclipsed moonflowers
Tonight, I’ll rewrite
the poems I’ve woven
from golden arrows
that assassinated
the alliterative tranquility
in sinister silence
within my inner psyche
In the journey of revival
I’ve mastered the art
of wearing pain
like a crown of
thistles and thorns
I’ll forgive you
amidst unspoken apologies,
and e r a s e the
a c h i n g colors
within greying rainbows,
behind your
soulless eyes.
For, I can feel the
insecurities r u s h i n g
through those veins~
longing for an empathetic
empire that
serves you
k i n d n e s s
So take these metaphors,
make them yours,
ink them across
your s u n l e s s canvas,
and r i s e beyond the
demons that lurk
as shadows within
your a r t l e s s heart.
May the light of twilight,
correct your insincere intentions.
Lone souls dance with my spirit in the realm of love.
Sad fragrances wafted through a full-moon glow.
Melt in a hazy cherry glow and fit you alike a glove.
Fateful frozen fractions upheave and overthrow.
Sad fragrances wafted through a full-moon glow.
Sooty stardust dies in sepia shells amid the deluge.
Fateful frozen fractions upheave and overthrow.
In hazel, the undertones of the hyacinth refuge
Sooty stardust dies in sepia shells amid the deluge.
A surge of orioles besotted the wishing tassel.
In hazel, the undertones of the hyacinth refuge
Behemoth of a fading oasis darts into the dim hustle.
A surge of orioles besotted the wishing tassel.
rain-washed phony grins, doomed by lights in the sky.
Behemoth of a fading oasis darts into the dim hustle.
Gilded steel smiles and sighs under the moon high.
rain-washed phony grins, doomed by lights in the sky.
Melt in a hazy cherry glow and fit you alike a glove.
Gilded steel smiles and sighs under the moon high.
Lone souls dance with my spirit in the realm of love.
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.