Long Magnolia Poems
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..for him
A little something in the
scintilla of soporific smiles you left me
beneath dulcet gazing twirls
of ballerina stars amongst a moonlit lullaby,
sitting in the quixotic corners of my
magnolia mind unwrapping whimsical
sestina sensations of every
enigmatic emotion
dreamt up in a sanguine spirit
"I love you,"
a sonnet susurrus poem
you whispered into
vanilla velvet tunes of tranquility
hidden against ballad beats
of fawn furtive fear
of rhapsody rejection..
A chuckle escapes my lips,
perhaps because you
don't seem to know the vesper vividly
uplifting my reviere realm
of harmonic hymns,
watering my galvanic garden
of emeralds and
pulchritudinous peonies
in the withering winter wind.
My vesper,
a chiaroscuro crescendo
in the marigold melodies
of my canvas,
A diaphanous dove breezed
our twinkling topaz
sending us a forbidden feather
of a reckoning reality
drenching in nebulous nectar
flowing threnody thorns.
Are we bound to be as
sailing stars intertwined into a
chalice cosmic dance,
where a foreseeing forever
results to fading slowly
as last sacred notes of a
virgin violin in cozy cynosure cottages
among fowling fireflies
of a deep nocturnal night?
Sweetheart,
must one day I suffer
to bear this life of
longing laminations
without your mystical
mellifluous mourn
to edify dissonant days
with hallowing hope betwixt
dusky ocean shores of serenity,
and seashells
of petal promises?
Inside amaranthine labyrinth
madness and
cauldrons of drowning despair,
you lied as a glimmering garnet
of twilit tercets in an
aethereal autumn sky.
If I achieved my
nirvana aurum and
rhinestone resolutions
to pursue a
gauze penumbra path
cascading a forensic future,
be there alongside me,
so we can create our own roses
of eternity.
Red clay clings to the heels of the lost,
Drifting through streets where the past still lingers,
A heat that hums like a preacher's pause—
Heavy with memory, thick with regret.
Bourbon pools in the cracked-glass dusk,
As magnolia ghosts whisper through fences,
Their petals wilting in the weight of time.
The train wails lonely across the river,
Carrying ghosts and gamblers alike,
Their debts unpaid, their voices drowned
Beneath the hush of cypress shade.
Cicadas chant their dry-lipped hymns,
The neon flickers, the jukebox groans,
A hymn half-drowned in static and smoke—
Somewhere a dog howls at nothing at all.
And the night, thick as molasses, sways.
Ballerina barre bob, white stocking wings whir
Mushroom plume tutu trails translucent steam
Sticky foot pick ups signal patient Spring’s stir
Pollen swollen coconut tip tongues crop cream
Statue branches pop rabbit ears amazement
Magnolia ruby tuxedo tucks ruffle ivory shirt
Wasps whisper, biscuit sugar stored fragrant
Whimsical wizard voila Iced VoVo for dessert
Tinkerbell petals tender invite insects parched
Peter Pan aeroplane dive in opioid pond drone
Champagne flutes etch a marigold moustache
Bon voyage hibernate, heavy hive honeycomb
Buzz! Botanical I’m back!
20th Royal Jelly July
colors rule this day
an abundance of blues
rule my beating carmine
under the heat of gold
walking along beige grains
i hold your fallow
you are true sapphire
we sit on jade
discuss my ex white
an ivory sun spray
a chartreuse periwinkle magenta saffron shaded arc
bite viridian rind
surrounded amaranth
juices magnolia and blush flow
you lay a magenta on me
wave a tea rose goodbye
i stay
watch an eggplant sunset
stroll home
in a lamp lit super black night
reflect on my colored day
thank the colorless heavens
my friend who held me up
i make it through
another cobalt day
Is there enough adjectives I can use,
to sew these sensitive sensations to you,
when my dandelion heart is
dense with combustible phrases,
and my sunken soul is weeping
into the weariness of wildfires?
They say beauty can never
be found in the dark,
oblivious to the
vibrancy of neon nights~
streaks of fluorescent flares glaring
above forests of flickering lights,
there iridescent colors run through the
skyline like vast vibratos,
filling my lungs with iridescent phrases
too enigmatic to roll of my tongue.
Yet your flourishing name
flows in flawless
frequencies through
this forsaken surface,
and I wear these wings drenched
in burning fresh-spring waters,
glistening in immeasurable
shades of opalescent feathers,
as the majestic moon still graces
my somber sky with all those
stolen smiles I’ve left unseen,
for I am but a floating spirit just
above demonic halos
that shine so deceptively,
carrying my strength wreathed in
fireflies fortifying
my faceless complexion,
where the only home to
my name is beneath the stars
in the wilderness of your
ambrosial affection,
whilst I keep sprinkling
traces of what is
now left in my empathy
that has been pinioned~
to the grains of gratitude
in gardenia love.
If only you knew, without you,
I’ll be trashed in turmoil,
wrecked in disarray~
you are the poetic reason,
I am an inked poem
woven with an iron quill,
rippling with amorous alliterations
and magnolia metaphors,
as the nightly creatures still lurk
in the shadows of
our twin-flame footprints,
constantly trying to seize
the alluring aurora that lessens
the miles between my electric dusk
and your honeysuckle dawn…
Gaia gifts her wares to all, not just the understanding few. Each minute seed with high hopes, sprouts and a newborn emerges from tiny coil within.
seeds stretch
upwards to the light
baby greens
The passing of a legacy from one generation to the next
begins to paint the landscape in shades of elation. Roots begin to find their comfort zone. It’s a new season as Earth begins her greening.
tiny verdigris
tendrils grasp
terra-forma
Nature's gifts fill my senses with spiritual flow.
on the winds
scent of magnolia
soul uplifted
2-18-2023
It Means A Lot To Me Poetry Contest
Regina McIntosh
Deep in my thoughts, floats a harmonious strain -
Cuckoos singing soulful melody,
Blossoms of Magnolia, array of budding Jinias,
Marigolds beaming to a dawn golden sun,
I return to you, with all my hues,
From a serene blissful childhood !
Purple Hibiscus with velvety petals,
Zestful creepers sprawling on the quaint fence,
Mesmerizing tall branches of serene evergreen,
With Tricksy Swallowtails,Redbreast Robin merrily whistling,
Hummingbirds chirp ebullient songs,
Little bushy squirrels excitedly search for nuts.
Spreading grand colourful wings, butterflies kiss the blushing flowers,
Messages from bees, buzzing a delightful tune,
Large leaves of Willow create a comforting shade underneath,
Leaves rustle with murmuring wind reminding secret footsteps.
Lush green abundant grass, softest to tread,
I offer you a refuge - of solitude, of reflections,
Of retrospection.
Ferns, encircling radiant Rose bushes,
Create a tender haven of love,
Dainty shrubs besides the path lead to a fairy land,
Forming an oasis beyond imagination.
A dreamland, a perfect recluse for poetic bliss,
Wish you and I were here together eternally!
For Petals, Buds, Blossoms, Bees, Birds, Butterflies, Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
How the Japanese magnolia has grown
It nearly fills the whole fenced corner now
How many years have I claimed it as my own
Time has flown and years flowed somehow
The sun rises daily, though each sunrise
Is different, sometimes fabulous shades
Sometimes clear illumination, some tie dye
Today golden against gray fog it has made
Those wispy fluffy gray clouds slowly increase
There is a dampness to the cool air
Will the clouds gather and rain flow with ease
Will there be coolness all day which seems fair
The golden sun has disappeared behind
Those deep gray water laden clouds so thick
Does the sun take an opportunity to rest unwind
While two rays peek out and seeing them a trick
Coffee bean scent still fills the air
with each new sunrise in our log cabin
My arms around me,embrace the winds of winter gone
Every sky-night windowpanes glow in silent mist
Lunar limbs stream through bedroom blinds
reflecting shadows on empty sheets
Star clusters shine above velvet shores
Sand-wish away from my bare toes
Another month,another year,another thought
I can't freeze time or make a clone
First magnolia blooms on a bare branch
Buzzing bees extract nectar from moist corollas
Coloured wings flutter on melting icicles
Sun birds return in a sweet song
But what is a song without a symphony
What is music with no slow dance?
His hand-pressed petal
still marks the chapter between stained pages
The dusty shelves recall my mind
recall my heart,recall my soul
For the last time these eyes would linger
before leaves curl,before buds wither
before moons move on,and I let go.
Enchanted was I with a cloying scent...
whiffs of wild magnolia
mingled with the woodsy tang
of her lemon verbena perfuming the air
Like Samson's strength, the sun's threads of gold
were clipped by silver shears
of an ascending pearlescent moon
How sweet the bloom of love ~
We slowly walked around the lake
By the zenith of eventide
we were serenaded by a cicada symphony
in rhythmic allegro thrum...
In the distance... howling of a feral creature
crying with need of a mate
How wild the passion of love ~
She tensed at his wailing call
soothed with murmurs and kisses
Her heart beat in sync with my own...
tympani drums keeping time
like the pendulum of a metronome
How musical the lyrics of love ~
Her eyes met mine...
mirroring myriads of sparkling stars
gleaming as bright as a prismed diamond
I would pledge my troth tonight...
Here, beneath a celestial bower
How heavenly the gift of love ~
A tendril of long wavy hair
blew across her cheek
I crimped it around my finger
then released a raven curl
My lips whispered softly...
I bent to her like a willow to the shore
How eager the need of love ~
When I knelt
she trembled at my intent...
Bodies clinging, we swam fathoms deep
surrendering to each other as eternal lovers
passionately torrid... reverently tender
How plumb the depth of love ~
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March 23, 2021
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