Long Naturesweet Poems
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Just outside my window
a row of coned shaped trees bend their foolish heads
for his attention.
He can have his way with them........
yet with such a wily nature, he passes over them.
Instead, he slowly slithers through my window while I sleep
the angle of his glance makes my closed eyes flutter,
and I smile........
His appearance, casts shadows on the wall, as he stares across the room at me.
I feel him move over me
I am sun kissed by this welcome intruder, by his warming touch, his flaming breath
Dazzled by his embrace, I toss the quilt, and open myself to him
He caresses so softly, warming my heart, and making me sigh...
with gentle touch upon my face
I bask in his love, as I lie in sweet gratitude, my sleepy state...
enraptured with sweet contentment
Soaking up and drunk with the solstice of his shine
Outside, eucalyptus branches are jealous
Impatient and longing to feel this splendor
.....But, woefully,... even I....begin to feel his presence is fading
As angry clouds return to steal away our moment
He runs and hides! No longer do I feel the kiss....
Coolness envelopes me as darkness returns again
His golden touch is gone, I am once again alone in the shadow of the gray morning light
I must pull my blanket up and over me...
to take away the chill
Inspired by Miss Christie Moses 'The Soul of Sunshine' contest
As I walked beside the water, feeding ducks and skimming stones,
I was whistling to the weather and the winter wind that moans.
Dreaming dreams of summer sunshine with you walking by my side,
In a land across the ocean, on the beach above the tide.
There was snow across the treetops and the ducks were glad to feed
And the sun so weak and wat'ry that it lacked the heat we need.
But my dreams were warm and balmy filled with ocean breeze and spray;
As I walked beside the lakeside on that chilly winter's day.
As I strolled across the hilltops feeling icy winds that try
To assault the lonely walker and bring teardrops to his eye.
I was not a whit distracted from the dreams that filled my head
Of a walk in summer sunshine where a foreign sheep track lead.
With the views of snow-filled valleys like some massive Christmas card,
I was lifted to the heavens, though the climb was rather hard,
But my dreams were filled with walking on some lazy summer hills,
And the thought of you beside me was a cure for all my ills.
In the woods of winter magic, where the trunks are ghostly souls,
I was walking in the snowscape dreaming dreams of happy goals.
Of a land of forest flowers and a smell of warming pine
With my arm around a lover who has whispered that she's mine.
All the days of winter beauty fade like visions meeting dawn,
As I dream of summer sunshine when perhaps I shall be born
In a life of sweet renewal and a second chance to be
Just the sweet contented poet that I think is really me.
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
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The colors I did see
Such a sight did eyes see never
All this in a creation you painted just for me
The red and yellow still glare brightly as I ponder
on the scene that was before my eyes
To describe the sight I experienced in wonder
Has taken me numerous tries
Vibrant trees and a misty mountain
Were placed behind a great green field
As the sky began to darken
Radiant splashes were revealed
The clouds were as wisps of cotton
All in the world was tranquil and frozen
A breath of sweet oxygen I had gotten
My lungs experienced an intense explosion
My pounding heart was overflowed
And my watery eyes welled up
In the quiet stillness a clam voice bellowed
A song as sweet as the sweetest syrup
The soft, gentle and pale blue sky
looked so opaque and translucent
in that instant there was no distance between you and I
For a moment so pure there is no remnant
However I know that I am yours forever just as you are mine
This is the story of the birds and the bees
How well we could learn, if we watch how they strive
Each blooming season, when spring fills the sweet air
Birds will build nests, and busy bees build their hives
In the trees of the meadow, the hives fill with honey
Rich, sweet, and golden, like a day that is sunny
Diligent workers, they buzz all day long
Sparrows watch from the branches, and sing little songs
And soon sparrows nest, with sweet little ones
Nests are the haven, babies waiting for worms
Danger could be lurking, but mother soon learns
To guard and protect...till her little fledgings one day
Have grown all their feathers, get strong, fly away
Each tiny creature...is made by God's hand
Big ones or small ones.....a part of His plan
Each wee little creature, no matter the size
Each creation a miracle, no matter how small
Signs to remind us, that God made us all
I've heard tales of a place of joy and splendor
Where the waves whisper in your ears
And offer there sweet surrender
I’ve listened to legends from legendary lands
Of which, not too many know
Where lilies and lilac are always in bloom,
Land where clouds of lavender glow
I have heard myths of this mystical mountain
Where sunsets sail across the skies
A place of endless horizons
A land where rose petals fly
I’ve heard of this wondrous world
Where sorrows and worries, they cease
A place where the moon always kisses the clouds
Where lily pads drift upon seas.
I’ve heard stories of a perfect paradise
Beautiful beyond belief, to go to this place
Close your eyes and sleep
And dream sweet dreams in the land of fairies
Chiquita Baity
Contest Name Land of Fairies
Sponsor Leighann Anderson
The dark, mango, guava, carob trees
The resting place of all birds and bees
Appears deserted by human civilisation
The lonely nature's foundation
There sits a songbird--------
And sings a sweet morning song------
Which enchants, delights, fascinates us
It, itself perches in the dark
But shows a ray of hope to all of us
In the dry parched summer
When have dried up all ponds, lakes, rivers
Dried up all the plants and saplings
Not a single drop left for the poor
Thirsty, dainty ducklings
Yet mercifully sings a sweet morning song------a boon
That heralds the coming of the Monsoon
The optimistic note it carries
Absorbs all the stresses, tensions, worries
Cuckoo, the small sweet bird
Love of its music the very word
Comes and goes unthought, uncared
The premonsoon bird of thirst unquenched
Spreads bliss..............................
It was time....
The clock stopped ticking...
Hummed in bliss, a few dwarfs
And sprites.... somewhere....
Droopy leaves glistening in late-night dew
He slipped into the blanket of ink-blue sky
Comfortably snugged
In the pillow of pink clouds
I conjoured upon him
With a gentle kiss, wrapping him
In dreams woven by my lullaby
And I whispered....
" Sweet Night! My White Goblin"
The stars that spectacled
Marvelled subconsciously
At the thing called 'Love'
And burnt and vanished
In their own envy...
He leaves last
For he knows how hard it is
To let him go
And ere my eyes could open
He kissed 'em gently
And whispered
"Goodbye! My Sweet Champagne"
And I knew then that
It was time.......
I heard a meadowlark today,
The first one I have heard
Since I left Dakota prairies.
That cheery little bird
Brought back so many memories
Of childhood young and free.
Sing on Songster and take me back
To how it used to be,
To the time when Mom and Daddy
Held most of my young heart.
Brothers and little sister
Filled up the other part.
When I left home, I could not know
How much I left behind.
Childhood once abandoned
Can be hard again to find.
The march of time was stopped today,
When I heard your melody.
It's moving backwards and I've found
The carefree child in me.
I know it's but a sweet reprieve
From time and all its pain,
But sweet bird, while you sing your song.
I am a child again.
For "Sounds Familiar" Contest Won first place
Drifting in a memory
of rolling distant hills
stretched out like a waveless ocean of green
the sun blazing way up high
In the stillness of a languid sky
Wandering in the dusty thoughts
of dried up ponds and lanes
bordering hedgerows offering their wares
of treasure shyly peering
a meandering cache suddenly disappearing
Arising in the sweet scented bouquet
Colours of childhood dance
and sing into the breeze
Friuts of summer fall, flowing like a banquet
Take a drink from natures never ending Goblet
Lowly under the shade of the spreading oak
The meadowlark shares his sweet call
as perccusive swaying grasses unite
to fill the air with melody so mellisonant
Cordial thoughts of summers reminiscence
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