Long Nectar Poems
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Lost in the desert at night, a maze of stairs reveals the myth.
Neon sign, beside a paan-red smile, pairs-- revealing the myth.
Clotho has ringlets, Lachesis slanted eyes, Aisa laugh lines,
Weaving tapestry of rapturous affairs, reveal the myth.
Who plays the distant sarangi? Who pours the quenching nectar?
Falling into stride behind Inanna's heirs reveals the myth.
Those intimate moments trace the tangible warmth on her skin.
In proud destitution, a desire she wears: reveals the myth.
Sand trickles through his anxious fingers, the mirage disappears.
At dawn fugitive memories Tashir bears. The revealed myth.
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Date: 31 / 10 / 2016
Poets go beyond the rose
Into the petal’s gentle soul
Poets go beneath the bud
To caress the sweet nectar
Poets go into the secret’s liar
Where flowers learn to charm
Poets go inside the heart
Of a lilac’s lavender blush
Poets go…
Past the azure color
Of sky so rich with dew
Through the atmosphere
Into the heavens, where
They learn to inspire truth
Poets go…
Past the shimmer
Shining in the moon and stars
Into the gentle whisper of passion
Peppering the skies with delight
Capturing happiness in the sight
Poets go…
Past the heartfelt caress
Of a soft and gentle breath against
The skin who knows no doubt or qualm
Which might interfere with the joy
In the sensation of pure, cool love
Poets go…
Past the muse that harbors
All the answers to their best poems
Through the melancholy and elation
The grace that brings such insight
Into the spirit’s longing to write
Poets go…
Past the harmony of dawn
That paints the world in lace silence
Echoes through the miracles that happen
When mystery meets with circumstance
And love is discovered in every place
Poets go…
Past miracles that come from knowing
This peace that erases all tendency to harm
And welcomes silence as a best friend, one
Who leaves the heart filled with brilliance within
The soul who feels so drawn to these feelings
Poets go…
Past sighs of eager affection and
Truth that compares to a sweet love affair
Filling up the heart with music and dance
Wishing away every chance of disdain or disgrace
That might keep a heart from this love that awaits
Poets go…
Past disillusionment and humiliation
That comes from not giving into destiny
Discovering the wonders and treasures of
Sweetest intimacy and all that comes from
Being one with the reflections of blessed verse
Poets go…
Past the pain of the past grief
Into the warmth of a hope that knows
Nothing but promise and encouragement
That comes from the assurance of love
That lives inside each poem’s power!
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November 26, 2020
The further I traveled from
me, the closer I came to you –
found myself nearing with
such found release...my heart swelling
sweet generous nectar; sensing no loss,
but, in fact, more abundance
for sharing and receiving. It is the lesson of love,
the ripening of heart's dearer agents through selfless caring –
Indeed! Love is a nurturing school...of small little
chirps, purring, and needy cries; it is cold dark
forced out by the graceful warming of heavenly
pairing: The rests minimal, and pianissimos
ever brighter: Shakespeare was not so overly theatrical
about the world being a stage, nor Poe too
speculative, about all seeming a dream
within a dream – for love is dreamy, magical
and mystically deep – The Universe shouting,
Encore!~More!~applauding endlessly such
Divine Sleep....
From egg to pupa
and then to caterpillar -
its life has started.
When squeezed from its chrysalis,
the miracle has blossomed.
Flitting through meadows,
Beauty seeks its nourishment
beneath August skies,
delicately alighting
on a spray of goldenrod.
Petal to petal
and stem to succulent stem,
the monarch fills up
on the nectar that it needs
for its ultimate journey.
For hundred of miles,
an orange flurry of wings
crosses southern skies.
Reaching its destination,
Beauty falls to long slumber.
The butterfly wakes
with one purpose to fulfill.
New eggs must be laid
because the journey back home
cannot be this monarch’s own.
For one final time,
this fourth generation born
flits among gold blooms,
reveling in its last days -
its measure of creation.
Written by Andrea Dietrich
(I learned some interesting facts about Monarchs
researching for this poem. Click on "About This Poem")
Inspired by Gail Doyle's
A Butterfly's Trail Of Kisses Poetry Contest
A fertile submission
in a dark nest and
yet it is believed that beings
must be next to each other to touch.
In my hive, he prayed for my nectar.
With a steady hum buzzing through the forest.
I stuck out my tongue, angry that the poems
I imagined on his neck could never be written.
The trees talked,
Screamed when he cut.
My flow: mastered by the whistles
of Gods breath which is something I cannot cut.
Until the posture of my stems burn to accept my strings.
Like an innocent genius, I have rejected his artist,
Trying to speak silence until
we are both united to hear it.
{XM}
Debut of a Butterfly
Winged adults lay eggs on leaves.
Larvae glued on leaf- lamina to thrive and survive.
Later Caterpillar crawls out.
Ugly black creature with thorny spikes all along.
Caterpillar grows rapid chewing foliage!
Pupa or chrysalis confined in cosy cocoon
went on metamorphosis.
.
What a surprise beyond surmise !
Skin of pupa splits exhibiting adult insect
. with folded wings yet wet
letting to dry up and getting strong.
Then flies off in air flapping, fluttering wings.
It is a free frolic beautiful butterfly.
starting flight for the rest of life.
No chewing but sucking nectar
from flowers.
06/04/22
Invite God to fill our being with joy
Growing gently, exhuming ego ploys
Night and day, gripping us in ecstasy
Infusing calm, tranquil serenity
Thirst for divine connect grows day by day
Ignorance ego borne, yet makes us sway
Oh hermit, in silence, simply align
Negating the lower, seek love divine
We look on as bliss invades us in swarms
Ignition rapture vivifying form
The Sushumna aglow, as nectar flows
Heightened ecstasy thus in stillness slow
Isness of being-ness in love parlance
Negating nothing, plays in innocence
19-December-2020
(Acrostic syllabic rhyme)
haughty humming bees
move antenna merrily
with waves of mild breeze.
bees groan,freely fly
around nice fresh flowers.
under azure sky.
flowers smile to bloom
welcoming bees to taste
nectar in bosom.
bees can suck at ease.
pollen-dust on the stigma
stick to legs of bees.
bees and breeze carry
pollen to spread, scatter on
flowers' ovary.
ovulation starts.
yielding fruits with seeds inside.
plants lead life so smart.
Oh,my dear pear shaped mother's womb, Where unborn baby develops and grows well, Like a fruit that grows on a plant's blume, And it has a consciousness of its own like a cell.
Oh, my dear lovely secured locker, Which acts as a guard against external threats, Such as light, sound and shock acting as a blocker, And it saves future generations as valuable assets.
Oh ,my dear beautiful muscle container, Which floats the unborn child in the odourless fluid, And it supplies all safeguards to the new gainer, Who doesn't breathe air in the safe womb kit.
Oh my dear fantastic flexible protector, Which makes the foetus to sleep twelve hours every day, Its slightly yellowish fluid used as a sweet nectar, And pediatricians are astonished by its role play.
Oh,my dear first class room of the unborn baby, Which provides parental learning for the new born , Where foundations of traits are established greatly , Nothing is equal to mother's womb like the dawn.
The Pink Joey or Dwarf Pink Kangaroo Paw
when cataloged made botanists quiver.
For it's a rare native Australian plant
first found along the Margaret River.
A clumping evergreen, it loves the sun
however, it’s content to stay quite small.
And unlike the larger Kangaroo Paw
it’s a perennial that don’t grow tall.
It bristles with copious strap-shaped leaves
flaunting flowers with downy-soft pink hairs.
And its subtle scent attracts butterflies
sipping on the nectar each blossom shares.
Its velvet blooms form small kangaroo paws
each a delightful down under treasure.
And displayed in their natural setting
they bring the observer so much pleasure.
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