Long Pistils Poems

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Immaculate

"Immaculate"

I’d like to write something 
beautiful for once,
divinely dripping with honey
and milk that washes white 
like stamen juice over the uncut,
the bees all come to drink 
the heady dew, 
stroking their black down 
over dusky aubergine-eyed 
blue forget-me-knots,
the nots touched by thorns
those slippery rosary beads 
coddled warm between the hidden 
breasts of petulant nuns 
bending in their black habits
unfettered roses
pistils sticky with stigma
covertly kneeling before their 
uncovered dreams 
of nakedness blanketed
in the sun's light 
warm and flaming
as a forbidden kiss 
plucked passionately
immaculate

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)




pistil.
stigma.
Form: Narrative


Premium Member A Captured Beauty

bruised from a snow- capped  flesh
earth is growing numb without rest,
threadbare  plants gasp;  existence
bites the nodes of winter’s  skin

turned every which way,  bends droop
like deep chambers upon chilled meadow
striking flint, just a bit, a spark
that wants to sip a flower moist,
till darkness swallows the pistils

hush…wait when springtime ushers
a roulette of buds dyed  stark yellow
pouring dew from a cycle reborn
to seize her unmentionable thrill of being

once here, crowned hillsides glitter
igniting stars to touch the moon,
clouds dripping of raindrops’ spray
pitter patter; the gentle streams flow

while from the river, luster pours down
through an ocean igniting April’s two hands...
one  waking the flame of petals’ limbs,
the other cuddling grace of season past
a mixture of spring… wild and tender.

                    -------------


collaboration of nette onclaud and liam mcdaid
thank you nette

Premium Member Chalice of Darkness

Chalice of Darkness

Buried deep inside the blinded eye of midnight
 My fugitive heart,
Homeless in winter’s frozen wrath,
Seeks an abyss with rotund borders –
A rounded vault of endorphic sacredness
Overflowing with elixirs of metamorphosis
Born from dark dry crystals of crisis –
 Angles of anxiety –
Dark womb no sepulcher for magic of wonder.

Rotunda made with sacred walls of purple heart
Where stamens and pistils entwine,
Ferment to maturity in a lightless vessel,
To press against the wholeness of their birthing cup
 	In a goblet of a chrysalis catacomb
Ecstasy bidding my weeds of mourning
Flame within the grail of martyrs
 To pollinate, despite shades of gloom,
Blooms rising above this cupola of blessings.

1-24-21
Contest: Chalice of Darkness
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke 

Purple heart is a hardwood that when cut reveals a nature purple color.
A chalice is a cup.  It is also the interior shape of a flower.

Premium Member Living Gems

Petunias share shades of blue
with velvet centers gilded gold.
And white pinstripes enhance each hue,
marking petals vivid and bold.

Roses boast scented scarlet swirls
with crimson centers at their hearts.
And velvety, magenta curls
that exceed the sum of their parts.

Tulips mimic majestic bells,
flaunting colors from plum to fawn.
And their waxen beauty excels
in tints; only Nature can spawn.

Daffodils form trumpets mellow
with green pistils, cinnamon crowned.
And stamen are dusted yellow
where nuggets of pollen abound.

Flowers are Nature's living gems,
a plethora of rare jewels.
And in clusters or single stems,
when all is said the flower rules.


(Quatrain)


11/17/2015
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Where Bumbles Bounce Is He a Car Or a Bee-

vrrroom buzzzzzzzz vrrroom
cars in a circle
touch each other crash
bungled-stuttering engines like
frustrated flying insect?
bungle-stuttering
hits and misses faulty transmissions

Petals and sepals touching
Stramens and Pistils
developer seeds and fruit blossoms
O' hymenopterous succulent
chewing mouth parts
Petals and sepals touching
stamens and pistils
developed seeds and fruit blossoms

Encountering chance obstacle hindrance 
In mid-flight voicing working flights
Suckculants flights buzzing
Stigma touches tongue of feathered vertebrate
Buzz-Buzz! Sucks-sucks suckculants

9/12/19

Where Bumbles Bounce Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish


STEEL AND SILK

My love like steel and silk
      cuts through you 
            splutters your blood
                watermelon juice down a throat

Wipes it with yellow silken ribbon
             for you to suck afresh
                  that you may find your
                                 Godly seed within

My love like dragonflies and bees
       silently landing on stamen or pistils 
                alchemising nectar into patterned 
                                dust upon transparent wings

Earth rewards my love with morning glory 
       steel severs sunflower stems 
                  silkworms crawl into a wet rose centre
                              pollen stolen in sparkling dew

My steely silken love refreshed 
                     from your flowered stickiness

ink deep sizzles

  
black velvet visioning vast void 
       kaleidoscopes glittering joyed 
          sanctified symphonies decoyed
             cherubs cheer shimmering stars  
darting dancing across Mars

awed are we, telescopes focus
      seeing Suns burst hocus-pocus 
         bouncy brides in lacy locus 
             sky vineyards pour wine splashing 
blood red hibiscus dashing 

mind boggles as Darkness unfurls
      penetrating strikes into pearls
         goddess petals flourishing whorls
            gold pistils dripping syrup 
Presence is widely worshipped 

ruddy fingers touch depth, pitch sing
      observation salty tears bring
        guide us to exalted High King 
          heralded by rose angels 
seraphim soft enables

      point piercing ignites another
          quarks entangle quantum lovers
            ink deep sizzles like no other
  each space hollows of God's Eyes
                   Infinity dies then rise

                                       • 
                        existence an eternal tango
                        eating spheres orange mango
                            Being neither panto or nando 

                   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Captured Beauty

bruised from a snow- capped  flesh
earth is growing numb without rest,
threadbare  plants gasp;  existence
bites the nodes of winter’s  skin

turned every which way,  bends droop
like deep chambers upon chilled meadow
striking flint, just a bit, a spark
that wants to sip a flower moist,
till darkness swallows the pistils

hush…wait when springtime ushers
a roulette of buds dyed  stark yellow
pouring dew from a cycle reborn
to seize her unmentionable thrill of being

once here, crowned hillsides glitter
igniting stars to touch the moon,
clouds dripping of raindrops’ spray
pitter patter; the gentle streams flow

while from the river, luster pours down
through an ocean igniting April’s two hands...
one  waking the flame of petals’ limbs,
the other cuddling grace of season past
a mixture of spring… wild and tender.

                    -------------


collaboration of nette onclaud and liam mcdaid
*thank you for the wonder that is you!

X: the Corpse By the Ref

Dearest Prof –
Upstairs, downstairs:
Racing ref-wards: lasses
(Prof, a roused lad saw them)
Breaking through the prime fogs
Racing like some fleece-hunters
Led by a night-gowned lass
(Where could they be going?)
The peering at something in soils:
Some retreated – wordless!
Like a soul peeved by a sight.

Dearest V.C. –
Many racing clay of lads: restless!
Racing ref-wards as the lasses
(Prof, a roused lad saw them)
A corpse at the rear of our ref
(Prof, a roused lad saw it there)
The thick stagnate flood
The naked log devoid of pistils 
Was it a sermon for each beast?
(Who cut down this limping tree
From this famous forest of pantology?)

Dearest Prof –
Each beast: even rabbi-beast
Came and saw himself
In a log: that naked log
“A rebel caught by pig-watchers!”
(A roused lad herd it told!)
Was the log alone in the mad act? 
The corpse by the ref
Whose flesh & blood was he?
And those two dry logs lying at Medical Centre
Whose bones & blood were they?
© Canny Amah  Create an image from this poem.
sad
Form:

Harmonization and Synchronization

with natural binaural and visual ambience...
courtesy bumblebee pollinating clover

Diaphanous wings yield live airplay
vibrations undulate thru ethereal airway
rippling glorious edifications allay
gorgeous fauna and floral array
ears and eyes beheld
awesome buzzfeeding display
flight of the bumblebee laden with pollen
analogous to elegant performance
starring Faye Dunaway.

Crossword puzzle momentarily
distracted by amazing fete
observing crucial insect necessary
transferring pollen to pistils of flowers
with each subsequent visit
impossible mission to differentiate
one amongst countless
gently rumbling Bombus.

June 14th, 2020 thoughts
of doomsday far and away
pitch perfect afternoon yippie yie yay
I could squander hours
observing miracle worker relay
unwittingly alighting then planting pollen,
i.e. the male gametophyte
(DNA) of seed plants
transported to female part of flower
to enable plant to reproduce.

Quintessential lesson relearned
live life foreplay
until... hair turns
more'n fifty shades of gray
pronouncedly more noticeable since salons
and barbershops under lockdown
onset of coronavirus
(COVID-19) spells hooray
satisfying grim reaper

until vaccine acquired
meanwhile (back at the ranch)
think laboratory smart people linkedin,
qua advocating preventive measures,
a fancy word for test
iz pseudo synonym immunoassay
whispered to yours truly courtesy
twittering and tweeting blue jay.

How uncomplicated existence
allotted to birds and bees
simple straight forward purpose
additionally as by-product
to cultivate cheese

just cut away any moldy part
lest thee exhibit symptoms
synonymous contracting poison
(less painful than scorpion sting),
nevertheless nsync with illness
expanding thru body

on par with generic
garden variety archetype disease
ah, I sure wish being human
constituted less cumbersome complication
instead comprised 
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious ease
as iterated with aforementioned

half dozen simple life forms
some of which can survive extreme temperatures
and/or even suffering thru a deep freeze
now upon reaching the end, 
I expect nothing more emphatic 
than ye to ejaculate Geez!

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