Long Lavenders Poems
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But wherever you are, I no longer want to be:
for you are thunderstruck moonlight,
and I am a scarred sunset ~ a secret in saffron,
melting into the myth that floats forever,
within silenced dunes of scorpion stones,
where the cryptic coldness of sand feels like~
Cupid’s daggers piercing through
my aching skin and bones.
Frost-kissed vines wrap around
my wintry heart,
screaming for a sacred release
from the tethered torment
of satanic sapphires,
breathing within the haunted caves
of unending nightmares ~
and the twilight that wanes
behind flatlined promises.
Tonight, I feel like arrows of angst,
ricocheting within these woeful walls
of my melancholic mausoleum,
mirroring the heat of a burning breeze ~
like an epitaph lost in the sweltering air.
The clover of golden green glimmers,
like fireflies around my wrists,
luring distant ravens,
croaking above paralyzed dreams,
to untangle the crooked lines of lies,
crawling within clouds of comfort,
oblivious to Lilith’s serpent slithering
around my fragile feet in slow cadence,
pushing me to the darker dusks
drawn above the prying
valley of putrid prunes,
where these wistful musings
will remain as mere voiceless ashes,
cremated in vain,
with flames of forgotten folktales
echoing as faded music within a glass urn.
So, if tomorrow I’m gone, remember me ~
I still breathe silver snippets of hope,
a frozen quiescence,
etched in seven arcs of stardust,
longing to be anywhere but here.
Perhaps as the last verse of your poem,
or could I be the lone rose,
forever thriving in the galactic gardens of love,
where hate and greed, tangled in
jinxed jewels,
dissolve into nothingness ~
like rusted ribbons of the crestfallen lunar.
I hope lilacs and lavenders will bloom
in hypnotic hues, to calm raging rivers flowing
within the arctic arteries of a dark poet,
longing for a home
away from hellish hands,
so I can serenade songs of survival
and rhapsodies of resilience,
while watching every tear I’ve shed
crystallize into pearls and diamonds,
like born-again stars in violet skies.
Mum, sorry I was not able to make it for your funeral in time.
We are continents apart and circumstances could not permit me to bid you farewell.
Allow me to write you this poem today.
The pain of separation still kills me.
Oh mother of mine, I love you dearly,
you are the priceless pearl.
If you dive deep within the ocean, you can never find,
the original, like you.
Your beautiful smile, your loving heart
I know God carefully selected you, to be my mother.
What can a daughter say to such a rare gift.
The priceless masterpiece of God’s greatest treasure.
A perfect soul indeed, I can only thank the Lord.
When my heart speaks with thee,
Only the heart speaks the language of love.
I miss combing your hair, coming home after school
and seeing you sitting on the porch.
I miss bringing you, your favorite flowers, the african violet.
I miss watching you the flowers toil and spin, as they are caressed with the kisses of the wind.
I miss watching you water the flowers and nurture it with so much love.
One day, for sure, when I take a stroll along heaven’s pathway,
I will see the violet flowers and know for sure by the lavenders fragrance, I will find you.
Oh mother, I had dream about you one night,
Wandering where are you.
I fell in a deep sleep and suddenly,
I felt myself in this beautiful place.
Lit with many candles, it was indescribable with beauty.
I saw you, lay on this white stone,
Covered in white clothes,
was God telling me, you are in his hands.
God’s reply was to me:
Everything is fine my child,
Your mum is in my hands now,
When you were her earthly daughter, I know you did your best.
Now you have a chance to say goodbye.
It goes like this mum,
Goodbye my friend, my mum
Someday we’ll meet in heaven again.
Your are masterpiece of a priceless treasure.
God prepared a place for you.
I know it was not enough, to bid my farewell,
over the phone while you lay in your casket, to say goodbye.
But now it is my only chance to write to you, my farewell poem
Goodbye for now.
We’ll meet in eternity one day.
Your Child
Spring Flowers
Another day she floated by so silently and poetically so graciously
Brightened each day quite magnificently as she held blossoming Begonia's
Captivated and enthralled by what nature smelled like sweet carnations
Daringly she held the intoxicating cherubs of those daffodils
Earnestly she held those beautiful elderberry blossoms in early spring
French Marigolds were her favorite flower as she planted every year
Garnishing with the ever loving gardenia, flourishing in her back yard
Hyacinth's are what her dear beloved mother grows each year
Iris Lilies are so very fragrant at any time of year
Jasmine, Jupiters Beard are all that comes to mind
Karume Azalea only grows where there are much heat and density
Lavenders lavish lusciously living in any country if you know about plants
Morning Glory is so very special it has been here for many generations
Narcissus Confusus only grow in Spain for their heat is so very dense
Often orchids of Oleandra's are so inviting which throughs many scents so inviting
Precious so few are the lovely petunia's which she grew each and every year
Quickly the Queen of the Ginger Lily quilts often so many vast colors over country landscape
Rhododendron is like the ravishing flower of the apple blossoming
Sensational flowers such as the Shasta Daisy almost resembles the Silver Princess
Tantalizing our eyes are the Trillium and trains of many stems of Taurus Cerastium in my greenhouse
Ulysses's Ulex as known as the Eupaeus Flore Penois is double flowering gorse
Violets which I always grow indoors for they like the stability and love I give to them
Water Lilies I took many pictures of them when I went to Bangkok in early spring
Xeranthemum is a lasting sweet scent which belongs to the daisy family
Yielding to the yellow or purple Yucca plant which thrives and grows in Mexico and West Indies
Zephyr Lily thrives in wetlands for they love the rainy season and wetlands: also saw then in Bangkok.
04/14/2016
"Two doves in white flying, feathers glow beneath the morning's rainbow colors" By Charles Messina
As I looked on the horizon far
I saw an assemblage of colors
Arching across the moist sky
It had drizzled half an hour ago
And here and there were tiny droplets
On the serrated edges of rain-washed leaves
Quivering and trembling
And precariously balancing
Lest they fall and break
In that pastel evening shine
How they sparkled like diamonds on a crown!
My eyes feasted on the delicious mix of shades
As the celestial bow stood a crescent overhead
All things living and lifeless
Have joyfully shared its hues and shade
And the sky turned into an exquisite canvas of art
Giving very many eyes a splendid treat
Violet is in the long-stemmed Lavenders tall
That dwarf the daisies growing around
When God willfully spilled a drop of Indigo
Into the vast stretch of waters below
It turned into hazy blue and upon its glassy surface,
The sky is mirrored in azure hue
Brown is in the dead leaves that lie below
And a mix of brown has gone into the earth
All around, I see a tinge of Green
In the turf of velvet below my feet
The prairies and the meadows wide
The fields of clover and of corn
While sunflowers excel in yellow shade
The evening sky, in raiment of orange chiffon is clad.
I see the flaming Red upon the Bulbul’s head
That is darting into its woody nest
After its aerial ride for the evening rest
I sense the red, now rushing through my veins
Making my heart vigorously pump
As a cab speeding after a hump
And my dull spirits, suddenly stirring up
At a distance I see a peacock, dancing in glee under a tree
Displaying all rainbow shades, in a routine ritual after a rain
Oh! Who can stay wretched and sad,
When all around is so colorful and glad?
Dec.2.2022
Colors in the Sky Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Mystic Rose Rose
Peter (my bf) and I are at Heraclee beach for the weekend.
It’s a little sliver of heaven, about 11 miles south of Saint Tropez.
It’s too early in the season to swim - being breezy and 72°f -
but it’s still the beach. I’m a neophyte beach bum,
but I’m willing and eager to learn.
I’m valuable even if I’m not being productive [I self-affirm].
something poetic-ish..
The sun’s a drowsy tyrant, not yet willing to unforgivingly scorch.
The beach is like glistening sugar, the sand still cool enough to walk, rogue west winds occasionally whip it to an ankle stinging sandpaper.
Majestic umbrella pines are dancing the hula. The shrub-like understory is dominated by drought-tolerant lavenders and rosemary that dense the air with perfume which complements the mediterranean brine.
There’s laughter, off somewhere, like wind-chimes playing clear, just above the ever-roiling sound of the surf. Birds are everywhere, gulls walk around like they’re bored, cory float on air, like kites and petrels skim against the wind, centimeters above choppy waves.
The beach isn’t crowded - French kids are still in school - but a few hardy, oiled, bronzed and sculpted bodies are sprawled on the pristine sand, like offerings to the god of leisure.
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Our hotel has its own private cove, with adirondack wooden lounges under yellow parasols. Pastel blue-vested wait-staffers circle, on the quarter-hour, eager to please.
“Deux (two) American Martinis, S'il te plaît! (please),” I ask, expectantly.
It’s a nude beach, but Peter got an alarmed look when I joked I might go topless. “Annick (my older sister) always goes topless,” I informed him.
“I’d like to see that,” he’d said, and when I gave him a raised eyebrow, he amended, “That came out wrong.”
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songs for this..
Summer of Our Love by Triangle Sun
That life by Unknown Mortal Orchestra
The kiss of Venus by Dominic Fike, Paul McCartney
The moon dances
on lonely nights,
to astral beams of
the clear quartz milky way~
I lay in an olive meadow
designed in fragrant
promises,
hidden between thorns
and thistles disguised
as fields of ferns.
Inhaling life, exhaling pain,
as the Universe unravels
a cosmic shadow that
follows hail storms
brewing in my mind.
Whilst Vanilla butterfly
snowflakes swirl
in solitude through dark
December nights,
drizzling shooting stars
upon my poetic heart.
reminding me that
there’s always pastel
colored sunsets waiting
to smear forsaken skies in
feigned wishes and
mistletoe kisses,
that last as long
as inconsistent seasonal
hollow gusts,
thawing glaciers on icy tips
of my fragile fingers,
with fleeting flames
quilting lilac lavenders
into a blanket of happiness.
But weary winds
can pierce
through the strongest
of roots,
and I always knew I was on
my own~
an empress without
an emperor
in an empire of
raging tempests.
Although, nightingales
sing soothing serenades,
oblivious to the sinister
sun that lacks empathy,
enshrouding my
grieving spine
with scorching thick
threads of electric heat,
feeding life above the
emerald waves of time,
there’s no antidote left
in my empty sphere of
familiar faces, with frosty
chivalrous smiles,
I’ve walked through
frozen miles,
cloaked in sparkling silence,
where hopes and faith
died, like ephemeral
colors of northern lights,
within the tilted stage
of my tainted black
and white soul,
releasing a
wounded sigh.
So, don’t question my
invisible wand with
pixie-dust, that
wipes away every murky
cloud, enveloped
in hazy unjust;
I deserve more than
this pantomime of
pretend,
of decayed trust,
where wooded
trees stand empty,
with rosy
lies scribbled in blood,
from envious pens
and sharpened nails,
full of ferocious fire
on forgotten trunks..
I planted the Daffodils in the hills,
You were thrilled as daffodil flowers bloom,
Amonst the sunny summer fields,
Our room filled with perfume of golden yellow,
With view of dew crystals cover the meadows.
Oh joy....
You planted the Jasmine along the fences,
I loved the scent of white night flowers,
Our lives are entwined, two lovers devined, smitten by love.
I planted the Cypresses along the paths,
Across the way from the garden arches,
Amongst the white Jasmine arbors,
And blue Sweet Lavenders near the Junipers.
You were thrilled at the sights of yellow and gold,
Our hearts growed and filled with joy,
Amongst the pretty flowers and brown soils,
We toiled and planted in the sun.
Raindrops mist turn to showers in the early fall,
Water fills the swollen creek,
You were thrilled at the Golden Poppies,
Red bright petals peeked at the morning sun,
Amidst the sound of swishing hummingbirds,
Perching on the sweet vines of Morning Glories.
Spring came with her rain, it's drenching,
Pouring droplets and wet my face,
Rain water fills the over flowing brooks,
Storybooks of river runs in the sun,
Storms and vast gray skies whirlwind,
Amid the freshness, the signing of my heart,
As the Winter cold chill is over,
So far vast above the horizon.
Those Flowering Quints with Cinnamon mints,
Giving Spring mist blisses in mid Summer,
All over the garden, the flowers sprang,
All that then was consumed by my heart,
Green and blue the hues on facade turns,
As water churning, dancing in the pond.
You planted the Jasmine along the fences,
I loved the scent of all the fragrances,
Our lives are enriched and smitten then,
Amongst the herbs and flowers show,
In the middle of Daffodils meadows,
As you promised to love me so,
To no end .... 'til eternity.
Jieranai (Jeri) Maier
May-December @2003
A small patch of earth
Is all I need
I can be fed and feed
I'll grow lettuce and colorful illusions
I'll grow the kind of strawberry that chases after you
giggling so hard
How about mangos you ask
The type that knows four languages
And can recite pre-historic poems
Mangos that glow when you least expect it
My favorite would planting dancing bananas
Bright yellow, light feet
They like to take over dancing floors
Twirling until dizzy
then stand aside for a quite reflection
You asked me the other day
If potatoes were grumpy
All the time
Of course not, silly
They just had a rough time
Potatoes can be sweet too
Tomorrow I will seek lavenders
They make me sad
Thinking about them
I'll tell them a new joke
And watch them laugh
On the subject of zucchini and tomatoes
We will have to set a meeting
They play around all day
And gossip loudly through the night
The river is afraid to flow into our land
She knows our fruits and vegetables
Are sensitive with complex inner lives
she prefers to gently descend from above
I will take our song to the market
And trade it for seeds
Trade it for earth
And invite the bees
Offer them a place to stay
I will build a fortress for my iris
They are private and anxious
And in the yellow canals
Rice will grow
so wild. so tall
It wont be able to contain its joy
I will grow wild too
And old
Shed the need to have or be
Just plowing stars in my head
Seeding my hearts with wine and bread
And one day
Our hearts will grow
Expand
so magnificently grand
we'll need bigger chests
But we will grow those too
And every sad person on earth
Will soon receive an invitation
To join our fruiting land
And they too can laugh
They too can laugh
While the giggling strawberry
chases after them
across the green field
Listen to the colors
That linger here and there
They breathe ever softly
Finest dust in sunlit air
In every tint I have discovered
A guardian of hope has painted
A spectrum unique to each their own
Though by trials of life their vibrancy faded
Faint echoes behind walls we know
The search is on for a particular soul
Though eyes be filtered as their color passes
It's a longing we never outgrow
Color us sacred
As our journey begins
Pigments and brush in hand
Guardian of ours dancing upon the winds
Your gift is a canvas
Clean and pure
Not history's black what color was that
Your gift is yesterday's cure
Color us water pouring
Over rains sweet grass of green
This love of my life
Color him aquamarine
Sift my eyes with his beautiful shades
Of cornflower and sapphire blue
As I turn the corner into red
The color he brought to my bed
His beauty is lavenders scent
Unswayed by the darkest grey
Please color him in shades of pink
That our passion may never drift away
Guardian splash us with your yellow serum
Uncanny freshness on our modest ranch
With your golden sunsets and pearl moon
Reflecting diamonds there as we dance
On days when memories colors
So sharp and vivid come to mind
Color me orange my happy tone
Leaving those others behind
When our leaves begin turning to orange and red
And indigos skies loom overhead
Remind us of a copper sun
Nay the heaviness of lead
Under Eden's sky the topaz rabbit stood still
You painted us authentic earth and blues
Forgetting the regret of scarlets past an abstract
Recreating a beauty we could never construe
Color our years passing by
In shades that ground us like plum
Grant us sweet anticipation
Of all the colors to come
Paint his arms around my waist
Our kiss a precious tone
Paint us with a substance indissoluble
A color all our own
Celtic Sun
Celtic sun, one such wonder,
Sending her rays unto the woods,
Celtic sun spun her golden silk,
Oh, such beauty on kiln dried land.
In this mystic cool Spring air,
Soft wind blowing everywhere,
As free as a maiden-fair-hair,
Butterflies fluster and fill the sky,
The Monarchs of black, yellow bright and blue,
Cardinals chirping, flapping their wings,
Hummingbirds swooshing by,
Drinking from sweet vines and Morning Glories,
Near Plumeria trees, they fly, happily glide,
Catalyst vision of rainbow prism colors bright.
Celtic sun, shines as glorious about,
Casting shadows on fluffy white floating clouds,
Majestically high on blue yonder of mountain ranges,
Fields of magical wonder, Spring flowers and herbs.
Tulips, Daffodils, Silkwoods, Sages, Lilacs and Lavenders,
Honeysuckles hang higher on climbing fences,
Lemon scents in the garden of Rosemaries,
Thymes, Parleys, Fennels and Oregano flowers .
Dancing with plummelling Plumerias,
Butterflies & bees swarm for nectar of flowers.
Morning light shines on desert tan earth
Birds glide and chirp among tall trees
Dew drops crystal dancing with the moon,
Heat swoons and soon it's melting by sun light,
Atop the Delphinium petals blue and bright,
With sweet scents of Hyacints and Java Jasmins.
As dark sky shines on bright stars, so fair afar,
August moon fading soon over the horizon,
Golden sun rising and basking on the sky line,
Over the rim, it shines on the blue azure sea... and behind.
As the ocean waves rush to the shores,
I adore natural earth that I saw, in awe of her beauty,
Forever more, and again, I am in heaven,
Oh Celtic Sun - alas, one more truly happy day.
Jieranai Maier ©2002