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Problem with Adonis was his dogged tendancy
To battle heartfelt causes
Ominous obdurate tore us
Tenure, he died fighting against white supremacy
Before he departed, dear reader, acres of passion
Burnt sharper than stars
Aches when we're apart
Tap water sureity came each time turn on happened
I never knew how he loved me so tight, intensely
I admit I present aesthetic enough
Adonis possessed man's best stuff
A muscle hung magnate, somehow meant for me
It fell in co inciding with cruel hook moon crescent
Night prior to my darling's departure
Anenomes bent by dancing's laughter
Crushed beneath our undulations, entwine pleasant
Million finger foliage, amorous wood anenome reach
Myriad of green furrowed feathers
Held my hips, to his vigour tethered
My insides hummed tremors' tune, tangy blush peach
Trampled anenomes watched our praise of abandon
Petal centres shared precious nectar
Raised my buttocks, Adonis so tender
Readily able to press me closer, carefully one hand on
Electrified legs, sent buzzing from his matching forge
Intermittent rippled shoulder kisses
As he sank to me, summoned blisses
Melted insides drizzle seasoned gyrating bones scorch
Ripped from my conciousness, entirely on his platter
Patch of anenome puff flattened
Melded forever in larva orgasmed
Minted delivery of ecstasy, the world ceased to matter
Firm dedication remaining, reluctant shapely loins lifted
Plucked a hundred secret seed filled tributes
One by one, delicately on my body, distributes
Jealous stars sizzled, shot to oblivion by romance gifted
13th September 2020
' Night of Passion and Desire'
Sponsor: Faraz Ajmal
Monarch butterfly, how majestic, how iconic,
Monarch butterfly, how beautiful are your wings of yellow and black,
You fly through the air with strength and ease,
Yet without a guide, only your inner GPS, to guide you along,
Monarch butterfly, we pray you are not without a home.
Monarch butterfly, we are all in awe of you,
Your gentle wings have touched our souls,
The will to keep going to your flowers for nectar,
We are here waiting for you to return to us,
We love seeing your soft spoken breeze, kiss our cheeks with your good luck.
Monarch butterfly, we are here waiting for your flight home,
We promise to plant milkweed, so that you can be fed,
We know when your come to see your special space,
That our loved ones gone before us, have come to say "I love you".
Majestic monarch butterfly, we will be here waiting for you to land,
Thank you for showing us your endless beauty.
Your smiling lips, the gentle unfolding of a flower,
Your presence, a soft caress in our comfy bower,
In your eyes I see the depth and mystery of an ocean.
So glad to stay by your side in endless devotion.
Through all trials of life, you have stood strong.
As an anchor and refuge, you have been with me all along.
With courage, you have faced the challenges of life.
Happy and content I am in life as your wife.
How true, love ripens through the years.
You have gifted me smiles and dipped me in tears.
That was when both of us were novices in the art of love
Now we seek each other’s company like a pair of dove.
Your love is not on full display, sometimes kept hidden
At times by irritation bitten, but alike, you ‘re by love smitten
Your passion is a hidden elixir, but without conditions, given free
I come seeking it as your love is like nectar to a bee.
When your hands are raised to wipe my salty tears,
Your care keeps my fragile life from falling into fears.
Even if I lose my looks and vitality with aging years,
I know you’ll keep loving me and treasure me as yours.
Through the unfolding years, I wish you every bliss,
With a prayer that nothing you crave, you shall miss.
May in your remaining life, happy and blissful days unfold.
May God, keep you fit and send His blessings manifold.
Life is quite a challenging adventure; like a box of 64 Crayola’s, every color brings a new way of seeing to this spectrum.
The biggest year challenge for me was 2020; I learned to take time for introspection and observance of the world around me; I listened to nature’s call and she taught me to see with my spirit; to taste the nectar of energy around me; to hear the music of the foliage.
My challenges were met with reflection, moments composed of aloneness without really being alone. My cat and I together heard the words of the trees, flowers and our souls; one with nature, with the universe.
I learned to take time to play because though it might be limited, there was still time. Alterations made to my lifestyle were simply an opportunity to reexamine myself, this realm.
I learned there were other ways to touch base with folks; man’s ingenuity always finds a way to connect, but in connecting with the world around me in an introspective way, allowed me to truly see with spirit; that life does continue and that when we listen and observe all around us; we survive and transcend difficulties.
1-13-2022
This or That, Vol 9 Poetry Contest
Edward Ibeh
Legally Addicted
Legally Addicted
I'm a slave a prisoner to its sweet nectar.
It calls to me like human flesh calls to Hannibal Lecter.
My lips need its sweet syrup to quench their desert dryness,
Without this elixir i cannot live my life to its fullest and in diviners,
Withdrawals make me a living corps the walking dead lifeless,
A demon risen from the depths of hell,
Living this hellish lifestyle is where I dwell,
Consumed by a solution never will I be able to dispel
I am damned to this addictions laws and orders
I cannot be the arguer for the horror I will endure would be torture,
Do you really think I planned for it to be this way
I am captive a hostage in each and every way day by day,
Prescribed by a physician you fully trust and whom you listen,
However they failed to mention the slight issue with this prescription,
That being the addiction, as time goes by the dose fly's sky high,
My body cries with hunger pains that I just cant satisfy,
An unquenchable thirst so bad you think you may die,
There's no escaping the yearnings and cravings,
The need for it is to great should you try behaving,
Then inevitably you will be left in a catatonic state,
Addiction has stolen my life, I cannot exists without it which I hate,
This unholy shadow haunts me following me closely,
Its impossible to abstain from such a euphoric feeling,
The more I use more layers begin peeking and peeling,
Revealing the depth of the addictions destruction and domination,
This poison begins to rot the flesh resulting in ruination,
Who knew such pure liquid ecstasy causes such catastrophe,
hummingbirds are God's gift to us . . .
with their unique "flight" - their agile hovering and darting
some with brilliant iridescent plumage and jeweled adornments
and others duller in colors of browns or greens . . .
a tiny
swift~ precious and delightful bird
~ I have created a garden to attract their flower affinity
as the hummingbirds have a need for sweet nectar
and they have a niche no other bird can occupy in my heart ~
I love their wild beating wings
and their squeaky high-pitched chirps and whistles
I never tire of watching those long bills dipping
deep into a flower and those forked tongues lapping
the sweetness . . .
~ my garden is full of wildflowers
that hummers' like- lots of trumpet blooms brightly colored
and places for pendent cupped nests protected from sun and rain ~
yes, hummingbirds need a place for nocturnal resting too
then, starting in the early morn'
they come darting to dazzle me
with their unique fearless dashing "flight" ~
and giving them my love I have given them a fountain bath
as there is nothing more divine than to watch them
splashing and ruffling their feathers . . . in the falling water
oh, I do love hummers' taking a hovering 'bath' . . .
~ there is a peace in their dashing among my flowers
the lupines, foxglove, nasturtiums, lilies and others
they also like my hanging baskets of petunia and verbena
. . . so, they grace my porch too ~
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June 09, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/hovering flight
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1463-614-09
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Flight 2
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judged 06/24/2022
Third Place
More than I hoped you'd be
You are...more than I hoped you'd be
You're the sweet nectar to this honey bee
I...I have been drawn ...to you
One....is now... the sum of two
I've found a treasure known to none
No need to keep digging this tunnel of love
You...you have given sight to blind eyes
Now all I can see...is you, you mesmerize
As we dance under pale moons glow
hearts twisting and turning entwined
Star light flickers as loves shadow grows
Together we bind the hands of time
Eagles fly to places unknown to us
They have the freedom to ride the breeze
Let me take you to a land of trust
Exploring each other and true love seize
John Derek Hamilton
March 14,2021
It’s, for me, not nature’s just one aspect or the other;
But, each creature of nature is greater than the other.
An ant moving unnoticed under any leaf or flower,
Rolling food, even under feet of animals much heavier;
An earthworm incessantly tilling anyone’s land,
And unassumingly lending farmers its helping hand;
The bee hummingbird that drinks nectar from flowers,
And by way of pollination, its gratefulness reciprocates;
Beavers that in their masterly way reducing soil erosions,
And said to be improving the quality of water streams;
Llamas while making easy the mountaineers’ transportations,
Offer their hide and wool as fabrics, crafts, ropes, and rugs;
Rats that cooperate with human beings as regular rodents,
Though not considering themselves as contributing agents;
Squirrels that consistently shape plant compositions,
And impulsively burry seeds and enable plantations;
Crows the commonest of all scavenger birds in India,
Together with vulture, eagle, hawk, kite, and jackdaw;
Butterflies or dragonflies, or beetles or ladybirds,
Moths or bugs or bumblebees or leaf miner or spiders;
Animals domesticated or in the wild that might hit and kill
Who’s great, who’s small, in the mysterious life-cycle?
7th May 2021
ALL YOURS (May 9) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Roses have bloomed colorful, wearing
A symphony of red, white, and pink.
Gardenia and Jasmine pose in white,
Butterflies are fluttering in delight.
Insects are pollinating flowering trees
Devouring nectar, a fee for the service.
Apple flowers, pretty in pink and white.
Purple peach flowers, an enchanting sight.
The fig trees nearby have flowers too
Greenish blossoms hidden from view
The tiny buds, look like fruits indeed!
In fact, they're inverted flowers within.
Flowers' aroma attracts female wasp
Eager to lay eggs, as romance begins
Inside the Syconium of a male flower.
A mutualism yearning for symbiosis.
Baby wasps will soon mature
The siblings will mate with each other
Wingless males will die, females will fly
In a hurry with the pollen they carry
Searching new male flowers to breed.
Female flowers exude a special scent
Tricking the wasp to shimmy in the stem,
A one way street to death sentence.
Female flowers pollinate, don't reciprocate
No place for the wasp to lay its eggs.
Having lost its wings, it dies for a cause
The flowers in time digest the dead wasp
And grow into a ripened fruit we call fig.
Just this one time, mutualism lost its grip.
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.