Long Periwinkles Poems
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My mother taught me everything I Know
About the flower,
From azaleas to zinnias
And the heavenly golden hours;
Shortly after sun up when
We sense the world profound;
And later on when nearly gone, fading
Fast when stars come ‘round.
She sang and danced with daffodils
And smiled at the scent of a rose;
Gave thanks and praise for the One who made
Periwinkles, poppies and marigolds.
My mother sewed seeds that outwitted weeds
Leaving them withering away;
Of Love-in-a-Mist with her own sweet kiss
She planted on petals each day.
While waiting for gardenias, daisy’s
And lilacs to arise;
Together we watched as nature taught
Us to open our eyes.
To the mystery below the surface,
The roots deep in the ground;
Water, sky, air connected some-where
Beauty remains unbound.
My mother taught me everything I know
More true than weeping willows cry;
How color filled buds lift hearts and souls
With sorrowful, tear filled eyes.
And that living and dying are one and the same
As light is both wave and other;
On the edge of tomorrow where love knows no sorrow
And flowers bloom bright
With my mother.
Reflection of Dreams
Our dreams reflected on the shallow pool.
Wild elephant grasses in panorama.
Spent myriad moments, beautiful!
Pink Periwinkles spreading mild aroma.
Shadow of broken bridge partly visible,
reflecting shape of an eye just under
round stone at the edge looked like black pupil.
We got amused observing eighth wonder.
Enjoyed the kaleidoscope of butterflies.
Fed ducks-ducklings, listened to loud cricket.
Swift squirrel scrambling, scudding, climbing trees.
Dreams reflected on two hearts. Days went great.
On the broken abandoned bridge we met
to experience first kiss on First Date.
06/23/17
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Waves eroded the stones
on the shore line where
for ages the days and nights
had been subject
to the tides of the sea.
Such habits of the sea
the high tides
and low tides
make the hungry visiters
here caustious
they gather here in morning
to harvest the crustains
for breakfast
somemussels, periwinkles, limpets,
and oysters, naturally live and cling
to shoreline rocks in intertidal zonede
puration or purging
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Pateuxent County Md.
Awaking nature screaming
“Springtime” are yellow forsythias
Brightly welcoming radiantly
glowing daffodils
Coloring gardens with scented hyacinths
as well as fragrant lilacs with
Delightful lilies of the valley
wafting their sweet redolence…
Eager weigelas swaying
in their pretty trumpeting petals
Freely cheer primroses
featuring rainbow-hues along surroundings
Gladly beautified by begonias
and where crocuses
Hardy bulbs, pop up, hastening
periwinkles to show vine vibrancy
Inviting variety of tulips to highlight
their interesting brilliance and shapes hailing
Joyous fritillarias
reigning in bell-shaped blooms…
Keeping Creator’s wonderful* handiwork
prevailing to inspire mankind.
*Psalm 40:5 Many, O LORD my God, are thy wonderful works which thou hast done, and thy thoughts which are to us-ward: they cannot be reckoned up in order unto thee: if I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered.
May 24, 2021
4th place, "The Most Beautiful Flowers You've Seen Blossoming This Spring So Far" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by M. L. Kiser; judged on 5/28/2021.
Garden is set for my dream to carry.
Flamboyant, Magnolia standing proud.
Butterflies fly, grasshoppers in hurry.
Slow snail dumb on ground, flocks of birds chirp loud.
Periwinkles twinkle as glance of Mom
Garden is set for my dream to carry.
Scent of gardenia reminds Grand Mom.
On the swing sits my daughter: Fair Fairy.
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On nascent leaves crawls caterpillar hairy.
Fragrance of Jasmine brings blessings of Dad.
Garden is set for my dream to carry.
Greeting grassy blooms, non-mowed lawn feels glad.
Torn rose petals in amorous essence
to reminisce lost love under sky starry.
Glowworms shine in bio-luminescence
Garden is set for my dream to carry.
"Tease for Two"
“Ein bisschen Zucker
mit Ihrer Sahne, Sir?“
German accent
smoky toned
she purred
Periwinkles suavely winked,
then played with his -
cufflinks
“Not now Schvee Tart”
he said holding his attache tight
looking across the room
grinning Lupine Blues
a slight smile on his lips,
bemused,
“Service calls,
her name is
"Q”
Across the dance floor
all eyes turned
Parting tall bus boys, handsome waiters
matrons with their peach blinis, their tart apple martinis
flustered debutantes
all poetic unsure
first time daters
dilettantes
rubbed their -
eyes again, they blinked
made way, made room,
for Q's
sashaying soliloquy
serious multi tasking
sensual stiletto Hell-on-High Heels
slick Scarlet lip-glossed
VaVaVoom
As it should be
entertaining control,
further into the room
across the dazzling polished dance floor
no pastie tasselling girls
on well-oiled silver poles
The Special Agent
slinked
The Old Boys
raised their drinks
He stands
She sits
"Ist das eine Waffe
in deiner Tasche,
Special Agt Schmidt?"
She glances at her
Bulgari Serpenti Incantati
and in English says,
"This better be good,
Now is not the time to quit"
Like a wolf
Periwinkles
grins
"Q," he low growl says,
"I propose a change in destination,
I've taken the liberty to buy you
feathers for your wings -
tickets Q...."
then flirtatiously adds,
"Simply adore your bling"
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
1. lupine/wolf
2. lupine/lupinus, genus blue flowering plant
3. Libertango
"My soul ceases to stroll ~
in the ruffled leaves of lotus letters,
whose paper sun
has never surfed to your seabeds..."
~ quote by the poet.
Say, I'll be the saviour-spell
...for your champagne stars, sinking
in eyes eclipsed by cupid
where orphans of daylight, dwell
when I am nothing... but pain
a puppet princess, dethroned
I dream to be your heartbeat
...pearled in peace periwinkles
when poetry is Psyche
...freckled in my fogged marrow
and petals fall, pulse by pulse
ink me feathered, in grape-golds
if the hydra hymns forget
to breathe my name in silence
O' love, I'll bask ~ laced with lores
healed in you...like a poem
Come and climb these
Broad bony branches and
Have tea on this tree
with me,
Let's talk our hearts out
Into the poems unsung.
Sleep silently singing in my sizzly eyes,
Sleep might snap with some pumpkin chai,
The sun is seeping in my sulky bones,
Soon the milky moon will mysteriously be alone,
Here, have some squishy scone
While the sun is setting sleekly,
I reckon we should have tea weekly.
Sandalwoody sultry summer,
Hyacinth, hibiscus and hummers,
Poppies, primroses and periwinkles,
The night in esoteric eyes twinkle,
Starling singing on a starless night,
No gloom, a moon , no light,
In this sordid slumber silence,
I can hear your eyes speak.
Let's tell each other
All our hearts hanker
To say,
Drink tea and recite
The poems and make
No delay,
I'll have chamomile tea,
I'm not Mrs. Bennet
But it'll calm my nerves,
You like your tea with herbs,
Spearmint, rosemary and thyme,
And make sure the poem rhymes.
Soul,
"Even the mind fades with time . There’s no escaping it. One has to make the most of it (the mind) while they still have time and some youth left. What stays beautiful is the soul." LLB
Laid down with the dropping of the ball
the joyous clinks ringing in a year,
party hats, strange first kisses,
inconspicuous memory lapses,
time marching on,
in seconds it all but disappears
fresh starts, disrobing dissertations
interludes
listening to music, assessing the wind
moments meant to be held
not without meaning
sharing what we have
not what we have not
pressing your being on top my chest
laying claim to your riches
engulfing the scent
for you alone it carries my name
twinkles amid periwinkles
surrounded in a gaze
pure harmony and grace
a place
to call more than just a home
the bells of Saint Raphael are ringing
gently, my heart beats in tune, singing
flowery words quietly are filling up
the vastness of the oceans
there is no need to rush
slowly we build
fortunes fulfilling foundations
freedom to breathe
forevers to live
In a field of daisies, bathed in a perfume
of wild roses, clover and ocean brine,
you and me in the early afternoon
drinking Kool Aid, pretending its wine,
and sharing left over crumbs with a few tiny ants,
that scurry across a thread barren cloth
that has spent years in a trunk with a moth,
While we eat a meal fit for a King and Queen-
Periwinkles, Dulse and canned Sardines-
treasures from the Great Atlantic Sea,
while the rolling waves break on the rocks below
in this field where so many daisies grow
He loves me, he loves me not, my daisy flies away,
And only Jimmy and the wind will ever know.
Written: June 9th, 2014
Author's Note.
This was my first picnic with my first love - We were 6 or 7 years old at the time.