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GARDEN IN SPRING
At my garden gate guests are greeted by Magnolia tree
Witch hazel shrubs show spring blooms
displaying glittering golden touch.
Small bulbs of scilla in sapphire blossom.
Deepest pleasure dances in delightful daffodils.
Rhododendron erects arrogant perches holding scarlet posies
Muscars embrace glossy green grass under tall tulips.
Primrose seems jewel of garden on sudden glance
Hyacinths garnish garden gorgeous glorious
in color and fragrance.
Peonies on hedge shrubs peep at end of Spring
Spring gust blows ringing wind chime
once gifted by my Dad,
bringing His blessings
02/22/19
Re-edited on 03/12/22
Spring Showers or Spring Flowers
Contest by Regina Mc kuIntosh
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yesss
'pon this slip
before the many
"here"
iz where i
"roar"
uv Spring's glorious
Daffodils
Tulips
hyacinths
I'm Intoxicated 'Mongst Their Redolence
Az the lion's padded paws
tramp with the sound uv soft
Doth mine
mine thoughts
Save
when Spring arrives
and mine roar
unto the Third Heaven
Bellows
Thanking Jehovah God Almighty
In Jesus Christ's Name
"It's Spring
Spring
Spring"
Amassed in flamboyant Azalea blooms when my garden is free of the cold.
Bird of Paradise, dressed in purple and orange, wear their colors so bold.
Crocus bloom when the mounds of snow finally melt and say, "Goodbye."
Daffodils display delightful faces and seem to be greeting me with a, "Hi."
Easter Cactus in pink and salmon, adds bursts of color in hanging pots.
Favorite in my garden are the carpets of romantic little Forget-Me-Nots.
Gardenia shrubs line my walkways with sweetest scent to tempt the bees.
Hyacinths are compact flowers on a single stem, but cause me to sneeze.
In early Spring my beds of Irises trumpet that a new season has begun.
Jasmine on the vine attracts hummingbirds in my garden spots full of sun.
Kerria bushes keep my yard enhanced in shades of chartreuse and gold.
Lily of the Valley is said to bring lots of happiness to the young and old.
Mock Orange, a pretty perfumed flower, prim and proper in purest white.
Nandina, Heavenly Bamboo, have bronzed red leaves of medium height.
Oleander clusters are a riot of color on the end of green foliage so tall.
Peonies add charm and grace in pink pastels all along my garden wall.
Queen of the Prairie in the landscape, reach up to the sun and the sky.
Rusty Foxglove is a late Spring perennial, I find very pleasing to the eye.
Sharing a treasured vase with them, I will select the lovely Shasta Daisy.
Three Lobe Spirea (Bridal Veil), is so easy to grow it could make me lazy.
Under the shade trees grow Urn Bromiliads, on driftwood from the river.
Verbena is Queen of the rock garden, in shades of burgundy she'll deliver.
Wisteria, in white or lavender, hangs in sadness until it withers away to die.
Xylosma blooms in masses of berries, in hedge rows of separation they lie.
Yarrow's blossoms are medicinal, likes dry soil and an occasional drought.
Zesty Zephyr Lily can grow in the wild but it's one I could never do without.
{April 23rd, 2016 ~ Shadow Hamilton's "Spring Flowers" Contest}
I built a sanctuary around your ever-growing branches,
I watched your leaves grow in the spring
And was eager to see them turn to a warm orange in Autumn.
But you were only around for one season.
I thought your leaves were so pretty
I built a sanctuary around you.
I planted daffodils and hyacinths just for you to see;
A few weeks went by, and the flowers died,
It turns out;
Your roots were stealing their water.
Eventually, you were the only thing alive in my garden,
You’d grown so big your branches made themselves a place in my home,
I had no problem with sharing; in fact,
I was happy to wake up and see your healthy green leaves
Thriving through my broken window.
I loved it until I realised you’d only grown through my house because it was in your way,
Not to be closer to me;
So I moved out,
I watched from afar as your roots and your branches destroyed everything I had built around you.
how my heart aches for you
you who do not see
the dainty charm of words
and their sweet efficacy
how my heart aches for you
you who remain unmoved
by the nuances and hues
of rhymes my heart's approved
how my heart aches for you
you who do not fawn
over works of Langston Hughes
and the likes of great John Donne
How my heart aches for you
you who do not feel
the soothing sentiment
of poems that can heal
How may heart aches for you
it aches, it aches, it aches
for you cannot bear your soul
to poetic gust that shakes
how my heart aches for you
for you will never know
the passion that sears my soul
then bathes me in its glow
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~~ My ~~
~ heart ~
~ aches ~
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Eileen Manassian
“If of thy mortal goods thou art bereft,
And from thy slender store two loaves alone to thee are left,
Sell one, and with the dole
Buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.”
?Saadi (A Persian POET)
My hyacinths are shaped liked poems!
Grandma’s Vase
I remember the old yellow vase
that grandma kept on the kitchen table
she filled it each day with flowers she cut
from the beds in the backyard garden
in spring it held purple hyacinths
Filling the house with their sweet perfume
She called them nature’s air freshener
Their sweet scent would linger for days
Summer brought the exquisite roses
with delicate petals of velvet red
the queens of the garden grandma called them
reigning over their garden realm
Autumn supplied cheerful marigolds
in brilliant shades of yellows and orange
The clowns of the garden she would announce
Bringing cheer to the drabness of fall
The holly berry and evergreen
her favorites to fill the old vase
were reminders to her Christmas was near
The most wonderful time of the year
I have grandma's old yellow vase now
And I fill each day with fresh flowers
It sits in the center of my kitchen table
A sweet reminder of my grandma
Snowdrops falling into bloom, there's no need for mittens
Ladybugs on daisies, as playful as kittens
Lilacs and lilies awaken in spring
And dance to the melody of birds as they sing
Fragrance of brightly colored hyacinths
Leaves an aromatic imprint
The royal flight of the butterfly king
Regally floating on the winds of spring
A bevy of daffodils adorned in golden sashes
And tulips abound with colorful flashes
Hummingbirds hover for the nectar that brings
The sweet flavors of a beautiful spring
The rose will impose with beauty untold
And buttercups will glow in sunbeams of gold
Spring Flowers
Allium is raising Spring’s alarm.
Begonia is beating Spring’s drum.
Crocus is Spring’s first charm.
Daffodils dance in delighted decorum.
Easter redbud shines in red glow
Freesia sends descent scent to flow
Gardenia is gorgeous in pretty white.
Hyacinths honour holy Spring being polite.
Iris idly smiles sweet and shyly nod.
Jasmine is glorious as gift of God.
Kangaroo paw beautifies the mother tree.
Lilac shrubs swing inn cheers and glee.
Marigolds make merry in Spring garden,
Never become extra or season’s burden.
Overwhelming jewel as Spring detector
Primrose rose inviting bees for nectar.
Quenching thirst of Spring – admirer
Rose realms supreme in reign of flower.
Scilla shows softness in purple and blue.
Tiger Lily looks top in fantastic hue.
Under Spring’s canopy Sun never turns arrogant.
Viburnum makes Spring bright and brilliant.
Witch Hazer shrubs call yellow tune to sing.
X’mas gets sad being deprived of splendid spring.
Yellow anemone sparkles like amber star
Zinnia is zealous to dazzle and glitter.
When nylon nights
trade crystal colours
in the stalls of nimble
butterfly wings,
I blossom as an
irenic origami
fervently fabricated
with snowflakes of
greedy gloom,
stealing royal violets
from the smokey estuaries
flowing beneath the
heavens befogged
with indigos, glistening
in periwinkle-arcs of
abstract auroras.
I reminisce those
amaranth stars
that whisper
graphical pantoums in
pearlescent pixels
of plum pentagon-
shaped skies,
as everytime when
porcelain acrylics
get spilt upon mauve
pages ribboned
with hydrangeas,
my orchid lips spin
a twist of leathered
spells amidst
frozen fahrenheit of
frostbit textures.
Painting heliotropic
oxygen with brushstrokes
of peony petals,
I carry unspoken
words of iris,
so that artificial aroma
within sculptured truths
remains caged
behind these dark
magenta carnations
printed upon
cashmere curtains
of hallucinating hyacinths.
Do photogenic pansies
never get frozen in iced pyre
of parched patchworks?
For, I believe that,
drowsy poppies
too have streaks of
wine stories
to narrate in their
ages of ache.
Perhaps, I'm a
glasswinged sorceress
of arctic hailstorms,
tracing phlox-
fluorescent forests
with tropical crayons,
as oiled hues of
multi-dusks flutter
across lavender orbs,
sprinkling mauve
dewdrops upon
watercolor dusts of
pencil-shaded luna
who unlocks
silver secrets
with skeleton key,
washing my bones
with lilac fog.
So, when these
thistle shaded leaves
crack their crystal
cocoons and
the sun sheds its
fluffed feathers
of hibernation,
meet me along the
horizons where
bright Veronica
takes the shape of
the moon and
reincarnates as a
crocheted sangria
memory along the
translucent sleet of
snowy sights.
My skin is softer
than raisin pearls
of mulberry seas,
as my spirit is stained
with glamorous grape
dyes and amethyst-fresco
distemper across bitter
skies has discoloured
every apathetic shade
that doesn't seem to
define my airbrushed
heather heart.
Friendship Garden
Springtime plants a friendship garden
Daffodils bloom – a smidge of sass -
Conducts chorus exuberant
Nodding snowdrops chant with pansies
Sing plainsong through dark days of cold
Crocus hum the harbinger’s song
In shades of purple, yellow, white
Narcissus join with harmony
As the melody crescendos
Dainty Jonquils add pure descants
Heart lifting joy in blessing songs
Poppy solos sing in crimson
Fiery notes of breathtaking grace
Hyacinths then trill arias
In sweet notes of lavender blue
Spring garden friends sing operas
4-1-22
Contest: Lay Form Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
Thank you Susan Ashley for your inspiration!
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