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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
Zinnia Grandiflora a golden beauty
Yellow Prairie Coneflower conical cutie
Xerophilous plants designed to survive
Waterlily attached to bottom soil to stay alive
Venus Fly Trap grows wild in marshes
Ulmus grows wild along with birches
Texas Bluebonnet cover fields with hyacinth like joy
Shasta Daisy white and yellow who could ask for more
Rocket Larkspur projecting a backwards spur
Queen Anne's Lace root add to pot and stir
Purple Coneflower helps strengthen the immune system
Oriental Poppies held captive by morn's dew glisten
Nasturtium are symbols of conquest or of charity
Maximilian"s Sunflower withstands weather's serverity
Lemon Balm Mint lovely the citrus scent
Kalmia Carolina reaches to mountain ascent
Johnny Jump-Up a delightful surprise
Indian Blanket Flower a short lived prize
Hollyhock short-lived six to eight foot beauties
Globe Gilia blue clover-like cuties
Foxglove's foxy tubular but poisonous flowers
Evening Primrose has been used for food and medicinal powers
Desert-Marigold a blessing and curse
Chocolate Cosmos fills the air wth scents to nurse
Black-Eyed Susan Rudbeckia a delightful fall addition
Annual Baby's Breath to end a southern garden tradition
Inspired by John Lawless' contest First Ever ZYX Contest
Written: October 10, 2015
A mixture of wildflowers and other flowers and ideas..
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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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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
Life-giving blue lake filled almost to rim
Brings beauty and delight to ones full of dreams
Gives plentiful to migrated Canadian geese
Offers cozy homes to duck families
Meditating Cranes stand by banks
Male Gobblers dance charmingly ruffling their fans
Red-tailed Hawks, Kestrels and Eagles circle over high
Searching for tasty meal using exceptional eye
Clever Blue Jays show presence by daring loud quacks
Chirping Robins feed on insects in small cracks
Scurrying squirrels enjoy hidden nut feasts
Draw packs of howling coyotes
Grassy greens become playground for scampering rabbits
Nourish Black-tail Deer with scrumptious treats
Ornate blooming fields of wild lupines, larkspur and poppies
Heighten magnificence of surroundings
Bursting woodlands of Digger pines and varieties of Oaks
Provide blackbirds, quails, towhees and wrens continual homes
Filled with moderate hills and dirt trails
I’m in awe of the splendor of the landscape
Glorious sunsets heighten beauty of the lake
Displaying shades of yellow, orange and fiery red
Astonished by generous affluence from dear Mother Earth
I bow to her feeling gratified and loved
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.
I am standing in my garden amongst the beautiful flowers,
when a kaleidoscope of butterflies comes silently drifting.
Past my lovely primrose rockery, so bright and brilliant,
they find a purple cornflower by the fence just blooming.
All the colorful butterflies stop to kiss painted daisy,
then glide to the red bleeding hearts that are drooping.
They settle for a rest on the white campanula trumpets,
and give a gentle touch to the columbine just growing.
The blue larkspur called them over it seems to me,
so those tiny gems prance on over with joyful dancing.
Between yarrow, sage and yellow tick seed in bloom,
they spot purple echinacea and just came a flying.
The kaleidoscope of whirling wings is perfectly still,
then the parade of butterflies leave on wings fluttering.
But first- stop for a quick sip from my water fountain,
and then gone the colorful kaleidoscope of gems gliding.
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May 8, 2016
Poetry/Couplet/"Fly Gems"
Copyright Protected, ID 16-787-860-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, A Kaleidoscope of Butterflies,
sponsor, Julia Ward
Third Place
As I stand in my garden amongst my flowers,
a parade of butterflies comes a drifting,
past my lovely brilliant Primrose rock garden,
and kiss my purple Cone flowers, blooming.
They all kissed my rainbow painted Daisies,
drifting over to my bleeding hearts, drooping,
settling on the white Campanula trumpets,
kissing the Columbine, by the fence, growing.
The blue Larkspur called them for a kiss,
so the tiny rubies pranced over dancing,
between Yarrow, Sage and yellow Tick seed,
they spotted Echinacea and came flying.
Floating, they kissed the orange Scabiosa,
then the parade left with wings a fluttering,
O, just stopping for a quick sip of fountain water,
and off they went, a parade of rubies, a drifting.
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June 6, 2013
Poetry/Rhyme/Butterfly Kisses
Copyright Protected, ID 06-483-757-06
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
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
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.