Long Larkspur Poems
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I have an ardent attachment with July,
Coz me and my partner share our born days
This month ~for love on each other we rely.
Monsoon seems to be high, hoping to satisfy
Nature showers whole heartedly, as it sprays
I have an ardent attachment with july
"July" named by the Roman Senate, to imply
The birth of Julius Caesar, for giving honour it says
This month ~for love on each other we rely
Larkspur and water Lily are in largest supply,
Blossoms absolute bond of love, prevents frays
I have an ardent attachment with july
Meditating in dark, about him who is in Dubai,
Refusing to message & enquire regarding holidays
This month~for love on each other we rely
Sitting in two different countries, we ally
Thinking of past memoirs always
I have an ardent attachment with july.
This month~for love on each other we rely.
Villanelle form with rhyme scheme:
A1 b A2 / a b A1 / a b A2 / a b A1 / a b A2 / a b A1 A2.
Written on 27-6-2020.
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Happiness is remembering my wild summer garden,
Arbors of white roses and purple clematis;
Pretty yellow daylilies and daffodils beside a rail fence,
Placing carefully flowers, I create a soul-soothing retreat.
In my lovely garden all Mother's old favorites grow,
No color does not have its place to welcome birds and butterflies;
Even wild flowers and vines, and kittens grow,
Seeding themselves the purple larkspur and rosy phlox;
Such beauty, O such beauty, now is resting beneath the snow.
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December 14, 2015
Acrostic
Written by Broken Wings
For the contest, Happiness Acrostic, sponsor, John Hamilton
Sixth Place
I could look at this painting
forever, oh Klimt was a talent!
Lake side with birch trees is where I would like to be,
beside the dappled blue still water . . .
I would pick yellow buttercups,
bluebells and purple larkspur growing wild, oh beautiful;
Oh dream,
so sublime.
Klimt has taken me away
to a serene place in my mind.
What a divine green dream of nature in tranquility,
but the painting- I must leave;
I think the gallery would miss it . . .
But, when days are rainy and I am forlorn, I must go;
to view,
beauty painted.
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November 21, 2017
Submitted to Premiere Contest 16,
sponsor, A Skat
As I stood in my garden amongst my flowers,
a parade of blue butterflies was drifting;
past my lovely brilliant primrose rock garden,
they kissed a purple cornflower growing.
They stopped and caressed rainbow painted daisy,
drifting over to drooping bleeding hearts;
resting on white campania with their trumpets,
like sparkling garden gems quietly hovering.
Blue larkspur and columbine called for them,
the tiny rubies twirled over in a waltzing dance;
and between yarrow, sage and yellow tick seed,
they spotted echinacea and came fluttering.
Floating on over they kissed orange scabiosa,
then the assemblage of sweet butterflies left;
just stopping for a quick sip of fountain water,
and gone this parade of fluttering blue gems.
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August 11, 2015
Poetry/Verse/"Fluttering Gems"
Copyright Protected, ID 15- 699-038-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Submitted to Late Summer Premier Contest
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
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Submitted to,Any Poem Written in 2015, Contest
sponsor, Julia Ward
Third Place
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Submitted to, Butterflies Among Us, Contest
sponsor, A Skat
Fourth Place
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In an old fashioned garden behind a stone wall
Hollyhocks and sunflowers growing so tall
Red rambling roses drape over a fence
Old fashioned flowers with colours intense.
Lupins and larkspur in lilac display
Buddleia blooming where butterflies play
Surrounding moonflower whose petals unfold
A bright splash of starburst, marsh marigold
Herbaceous borders, rosemary and rue
Columbines and clover full damp with the dew
Scents long forgotten their perfumes endow
I loved them long ago, I love them now
These old fashioned flowers, I planted them all,
In an old fashioned garden behind a stone wall
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O Ruby; you are my resuming red
Red, the heart of the gemstone
Symbol of love and passion
Comes to the path of romance
Takes the soul gratefully at a glance
Fountain of July torrential rain
Within rhythmic welcome sane
Dearly drenching nibbling grass
Where we're for the rabbit nurse
Rain kisses the dog, the barbed wire fence,
The floodlights of night, where camera lens
Sieges your dancing through neon lights
And silhouette of heart phantom behind
No sun and no moon there are
Days fairness and nights darkness desire
Unstoppable life force in dripping
From your scented body of evergreen
Maiden tulips and lotus on your soaked cloths
Cheerfully greet wild reunion with the inner smooth
Bluish-purple the larkspur far alone
The water lily on the brimfull pond
Bonding a grove of amorous eyes
With the red wine and craving ties
Warm and burning warm everywhere
Deaths and deceptive virus also snare
Soggy mind in the beat of window
Hearing the weep of Leo born widow
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A young bud, I’m awakened by Bells of Ireland
and a magnificent Morning Glory,
Baby’s Breath and Freesia near my cheek.
Larkspur and Delphinium happily look on
as blissfully I sun myself throughout the morn
surrounded by an ever-present bright array of beauty!
Enchantingly time passes as I take notice of
Lavender’s allure and the grace of Queen of Lace;
the charm of Jonquille, Jasmine, and Gardenia.
Pansy, Tulip, Peony, and Petunia want to play,
swaying gleefully with Buttercup and fellow Gladiola.
Periwinkle seems to wink at me
as I sneak a peek at pretty Primrose in repose.
However, when sweet Violet I spy,
she always shrinks so shyly from my gaze.
I’m cheered by Chrysanthemum and yellow Daffodil.
Marigold and Sunflower never fail to make me smile;
Magnolia and Myrtle nod hello to me
and Forget-me-not reminds me she is there!
Through the whole sweet afternoon,
fair Lilac’s scent permeates the air.
Soon enough Sun bids us all Adieu.
I then see white against the fading light -
Iris, Lily, Narcissus, Limonium and Rose.
Inhaling Orchid’s heady fragrance through the night,
I slumber in tranquility, wondering in dreams. . .
what flower I’ll be blossoming into!
For SandyIvy's "My own little Garden" Poetry Contest
Come to the field of forgiveness
when you are feeling low.
If negativity nags at you,
you need to let it all go.
Let go of your bitterness.
Bluebells will beckon to you.
These meadow empaths feel your pain.
Your soul they will renew.
Lie down near lovely flowered spaces.
Take a whiff of the fragrance of
lilac, lavender and larkspur.
Breathe the pure scent of love.
Lay down anger and hatred.
Hostility you must release
if you want to know in life
happiness and peace.
Kneel beside white lilies and
offer up a heartfelt prayer.
Touch the petals of roses red.
Feel the good Lord’s care.
Compassion toward those who hurt you
in your heart you will sow
when you visit the field of forgiveness
where the greatest miracles grow.
The Month of July
Under the shade of the willow boughs, dipping low,
Beside the lily pond where lovely larkspur grow,
My love and I recline in the midday of summer,
In the month of July, when temperatures swelter.
I ravish her beauty and charm her with poetry,
And we laugh together with pleasure in gaiety.
Our hearts meld in a rush to see our cheeks blush,
With words of commitment dear to both of us.
And we forget ourselves as our passions succumb,
Led by love’s direction, so wonderfully sung,
As our arms move forward and envelop each other,
And our eyes close and lips kiss with ardent desire.
Shouldn’t youth savour their moment under the sun,
Before water lilies wither and winter comes?
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Note:
The month of July is named after the Roman general Julius Caesar (100 BC–44 BC). Larkspur and the water lily are the representative flowers for the month, and its birthstone is the ruby with its ravishing red colour. July means youthful and is considered a gender-neutral name. Julie, Julian, Juliet, Julius, and Julia derive from July. Normally, July is the warmest month of the year in the Northern Hemisphere and the coldest month of the year in the Southern Hemisphere.
I could look at this painting
forever, oh Klimt was a talent
lake side with birch trees is where I would like to be
beside the dappled blue still water . . .
picking yellow buttercups
bluebells and purple larkspur growing wild, oh beautiful
oh dream
so sublime
Klimt takes me away
to a serene place in my mind
to a divine green dream of nature and tranquility
but the painting- I must leave behind
for I think the gallery would miss it . . .
though when days are rainy and I am forlorn, I always go
to view
the beauty painted