Long Moonflower Poems
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Moonlight Garden
Across the silent garden moonlight creeps
Full moon wears the blush of an amber kiss
Soft Luna’s face a midnight vigil keeps.
Moon lights drip from boughs in feathery bliss,
A gleaming signature in pearly white,
In nocturnes moon and garden reminisce.
Scents of luminescent ivory light
Splash on night blooming jasmines as they doze
To leave a veil of jewels in starlight
Moonlit rhapsodies nightingales compose,
Lyric enigmas of shadow shimmer
Drawn by moonbeams into moonflower prose.
Crystal clarity on roses glimmers
Lyric silver ribbons weave a plainsong
Moonlight sonata memories linger.
Alabaster angel’s trumpet sweet song
Moon garden lilies chant the evensong.
7-29-22
Contest: Five Stanza Terza Rima
Sponsor: L Milton Hawkins
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There in the land of chocolates,
A little candy slips into a cup of cocoa,
Once unwelcomed, now the most loved,
Is this real ganache or just plated gold?
There in the land of books,
A little ink drop spills over the words,
The words may vanish, but will the ink do?
Where do the books without words go to?
There in the land of melodies,
A little drumbeat fades into the ringing canopies,
Birds sing too, do they loathe the hissing snakes?
How can they hate the beats heart makes?
There in the land of morning-glories,
A little moonflower withers away,
May it bloom at night or blossom in the day,
Does it really matter if it’s beautiful anyway?
There in the land of fairies,
A little angel draws a silver sword,
Angel-turned-devil, that’s worth a fairy tale,
Who has the final word on whom we hail?
The wounds vanish, but will the scars be gone?
If there was just one thing I could change about the world,
Cleanse your lens, change don’t change;
For everyone is beautiful until they aren't they,
For everything is sublime and changes with time.
So you’re at the entrance one foot in, one foot out,
It looks as though you wanna come in but something else is pulling you out,
Was it true, what you said?
Or probably that’s not what I heard?
“I promise to stay if you promise not to leave’’,
That’s exactly what you said on New Year’s Eve,
We’re barely past midyear and you’ve forgotten your promise,
It’s just started raining and you’ve forgotten how the sun shines,
Has the nocturnal activity of the moonflower,
Caused you to forget the smell of the morning dew?
We had it all marked out for us,
Nothing was going to stop us,
Does it really look greener on the other side?
I thought it was greener where you water it,
What else can I say to make you find your way back to my heart?
Stay, that’s all I can say,
Let us not from each other depart.
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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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In the middle of deep dark woods
Beneath the clumsy, capricious clouds
A wacky, wiggly passage leads
To a captivating, cavernous ground
There dwells a divine dreamy Ipomoea__
With the sunset, she gets herself unwrap__
To brew with love, in her beaming lucent lap
Some nifty, nebulous Ambrosia
Pour one drop of it in your soul and soon___
You'll see a surreptitious door in the middle of thin air
Climb it__ embrace it___ no need to fear
And boom___ you are teleported to a river on the moon
Night Elves in gossamer gowns sing by the brink too
Ssshh! listen to the sweetest song, the calmest tune
Swim and watch the ethereal flies hovering over you
Until you are inebriated by river of the moon
The secret river, seen by none
But those with a tender heart
Purest of thoughts and sweetest clarion
And who love the universe __ till the very end
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, 04-29-21)
Note:
IPOMOEA ALBA is a flower, also called moonflower or moon vine)
Ambrosia (in Greek mythology) is the food or drink of the Greek gods, often depicted as conferring longevity or immortality upon whoever consumed it. It was brought by doves and served at the heavenly feast.
The sky, it's not blue, It is silvery grey
a canvas smudged by trembling rays,
You—
Like the inside of a poet’s soul
Who is going insane, but laughs it off
sketches madness, speaks in dread
He writes with a pen of crimson red,
Pouring words in existential dread,
somehow alive, yet almost dead
in every phrase he has ever said
Khaki dress, brown horses tread,
a field of daisies, where no dreams wed
Blue beret falls, flashing death
Vivid dreams, the tulip's Dead
The sky's not blue it's vivid grey
Ever heard of leaver's stay?
He paints his muse-
As the conscious fuse
a girl runs, in silvery-grey
Yellow hues, field of hay,
face hidden, hair in disarray-
a moment lost in dim-lit decay.
For no logic could comprehend
What came his way
Shooting stars in iris gleamed
Visions repeat in the vivid dreams
Straw hat falls, drowning death
The Indus flows, daisy's dead
The skies renew, with a reddish hue
Giving the reader a timeless cue
Reindeer screams, panther sleeps
Creepers climb and the willows weep
Moonflower blooms, in sunset hue-
Lavender wilts, with a muddy view-
the sky, it watched—
In monsoon grey—
and swallowed all they didn’t say.
No place for you to be naive,
No shelter left for hearts to grieve
For every illusion has to cease
With every single paper crease
Flowing through my heart’s hesitant beat, rhythms of light – graceful and quiet, reminding me why I can always find peace in the garden, where I’ve found blessings as wild and free as the aching plea of the cardinal’s agile wing – by author
Bursting from pods, blooms easy as summer rain,
Reflecting gentle as dewdrop prays, silent roses,
Whispers of blushing pink, violet and faded blond,
Risking the dawn’s kindness to express the wonders,
Far more inviting than the sunrise, more alive…
Even wind song can’t sing within the inklings of light,
Falling, flaming, forgetting the past with all its doubts,
Sculpting a moment of peace, serenity that can only be found,
By souls stirred by the beautiful shadows, casting a glow,
Over the flourishing rhythms of a poetic poppy,
A graceful gardenia, wistful wisteria or mysterious moonflower…
Dreaming in flowers, flowing with praises, inviting hope
Only felt by the soul who plunges into the depths of each season….
The logic beneath a hope, a prayer, the rarest form of laughter,
Falling softly from the hearts of each bud, each blossom, each floret,
Because these delicate delights, my heart, are always in fashion.
These are nature poems about unusual plants like the moonflower and agave.
Moonflower
by Michael R. Burch
after Robert Hayden
Marveling,
we at last beheld the achieved flower—
both awed and repelled by its alienness,
its moonlit petals,
its cloying fragrance,
its transcendence,
its shimmering and wavering intimations of mortality ...
To Flower
by Michael R. Burch
We are not long for this earth, I know—
you and I, all our petals incurled,
till a night of pale brilliance, moonflower aglow.
Is there love anywhere in this strange world?
The agave knows best when it’s time to die
and rages to life with such rapturous leaves
her name means Illustrious. Each hour more high,
she claws toward heaven, for, if she believes
in love at all, she has left it behind
to flower, to flower. When darkness falls
she wilts down to meet it, where something crawls:
beheaded, bewildered. And since love is blind,
she never adored it, nor watches it go.
Can we be as she is, moonflower aglow?
When Pentheus [“grief’] went into the mountains in the garb of the bacchae, his mother [Agave] and the other maenads, possessed by Dionysus, tore him apart (Euripides, Bacchae; Apollodorus 3.5.2; Ovid, Metamorphoses 3.511-733; Hyginus, Fabulae 184). The agave dies as soon as it blooms; the moonflower, or night-blooming cereus, is a desert plant of similar fate.
Our English Rose
by Michael R. Burch
for my mother Christine Ena Burch
The rose is?
the ornament of the earth,
the glory of nature,
the archetype of the flowers,
the blush of the meadows,
a lightning flash of beauty.
This is my translation/interpretation of a Sappho epigram.
Keywords/Tags: nature, moonflower, agave, flower, petals, rose, earth, beauty, beautiful, night, mortality
I …
am provenience …
the heel of my father’s foot -
the damp of his brow
and his burgeon …
I am my mother’s bloom
sown in the soil of her intentions
seeded with wonder
and promise …
but some petals unfurl only in
the dead of night -
haunted gardens tended by
half-wished ghosts
phantoms …
frozen to their duties by the
mists of recollection -
icy arbors of regret and time, passing …
if I could but daub that lintel
with my blood -
force the reaper’s honed, desultory edge to
pass over those most dear
but …
too many I’ve walked homeward, in hand
too well he’s learned my face
too deep and numbered I’ve plunged
that oily, arrogant eye
and far too many times I’ve cursed
that endlessly esurient appetite …
I’ll find no pity, those deep pockets, his
nor a nip of banal bearing
it’s too late for tears -
the winds, far too wet for weeping
but I know him too
and he shan’t catch me dawdling
no - he’ll have to swing wide for this vine
else I greet him running and
wrap him snug -
strangling, like kudzu on catalpa …
for my roots reach deep
and are family-firm,
tended …
with love.
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Ahh! my lovely it's to soon;
To say I love you moon spoon;
It was the 1960's moonshots;
I fell in love with you I was lost;
While at home I peer through my curtains;
It's about 8:45pm at night;
Oh, I'm so very certain;
In my heart you'll shine ever so bright;
Ahh! my lovely it's to soon;
To say I love you moon spoon;
Through the twilight visions;
Star cross lights stars lite bright;
I feel the twitches your one of my wishes;
Ahh! such stellar delight my sunlight;
As I peer through the skies;
I see you one of Jupiter's daughters;
Ahh! my lovely it's to soon;
To say I love you moon spoon;
Luna you're surrounded by your siblings;
My starlight your so endearing;
Now together I see through your moonlit eyes;
Darkness seldom sets you shine;
Oh! moon you revolve around me monthly;
I'm moon blinded ever stilled by your beauty;
I'm mooned I identify by your crescents;
Mooneye by you affected by moon blindness;
I in vision you such a moonbeam shooting across the horizon;
Ahh! my lovely it's to soon;
To say I love you moon spoon;
Luna I see you as a silvery body you're my moonfish;
You are the solar body that I dreamed for, I wish;
Ahh! my moonflower a night blossoming;
In the galactic shining moonlights you're such a sight;
Luna moon spoon light me up by your divine light;
Moonrise you rose up upon me belonging;
And in my heart I'm your universe prince charming;
Ahh! my lovely it's to soon;
To say I love you Luna you're my.......
Moon Spoon
10/30/17
Entry for Kai Michael Neumann
"Moon Spoon Contest"