Long Snapdragon Poems

CHILDREN OF THE SUMMER GARDEN

In the lazy days of summer
 When heat streams up in afternoons
Come into the season’s garden –
 Nature’s outdoor living room.

Early riser, blue Morning Glory vine
 Opens at dawn and sometimes...

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I was a red-violet, sunny morning person, usually up at the crack of dawn,
When orange light poured from the east, upon revival, dewy green lawns.

With a cup of aromal coffee, I'd watch yellow sunrise creep...

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Her spell remains over me 44 years later

Once a bumblebee has kissed the nectar of Snapdragon
The creature is fever of succulence

She says, “You kiss so softly I think it’s a thing with guys with braces
My...

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 “I'm a conundrum. Or an enigma. I forget which.”
James A. Owen   

I am a midsummer storm, veiled in cerulean smiles, 
swirling above sangria seas~
enveloped in gracious glimmers of the unicorn sun,
where the...

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The delicate iris, long may it wave
   through sun and rain, its blues to rave.
   ...rave on.

The steadfast rose, our eyes it pulls,
   with reds so vivid, layers full.
...

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It takes some courage to eat a legume's fruit
knowing what is known of each poisonous part
of the locust (although the flowers may be frittered).

What's pushing up through the leaf litter
before the canopy is out, past...

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The morning mists falling from Snapdragon eyes
Standing on high peaks viewing the verve of diversity
Starlit nights viewing the galactic milieu painted above
The promise once made now viewed after the rainstorm…
In these moments I see the...

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The lightly touching tinkling bells,
Shimm'ring, babbling, laughing in the breeze,
The ever-merry tapping bells,
Who now has these?

Low, slow, iron bells;
Deep, still, lead bells.
Bells.  Bells.  Bells.

All gladly-sounding glowing golden-bells,
Lilting, lighter, brighter yellow bells,
Mightier-yellow even whiter...

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 “...fallen into the sere, the yellow leaf”
As the Bard penned, describes eloquently
How old age steals up on us like a thief 
At night, invisible and silently
We frown at the mirror in disbelief
At wrinkles, lost...

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FIRE FOLLOWING FLOWERS
         BY GWEN KAMMIEN GINOCCHIO, SEPTEMBER 2019 

SUFFERING….SOMETHING IGNITES IT, 
A TERRIBLE ACCIDENT, 
A DISEASE, 
A LOSS
FLAMES LEAP AND SOAR, 
SPREAD AND ROAR
SCORCHING BODY, MIND...

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     On spewing wave, our departing ride
     Crazed currents crack, an azure slide
     Freedom mingles in sea foam seethe
    ...

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Having not done the things I wanted to do
and the things I've done not being what I wanted to do
I sit here looking at lichen on the north side of trees.

Black-capped chickadees
cheerful and truthful expression
grouped...

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In the misty calm after the storm,
inside the perfect raindrop dripping
from the index finger of a lofty blue babe,
one of Shakespeare's young and rose-lipp'd cherubim
doing a balancing act on the temple facade,

there stands Marie, lady...

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Here I rest upon the smooth rivers bank 
Resting under the protection of white birch
Tasting the scent of spring on old Cape Ann
As if being reborn in the late April sunshine

Here thoughts and memoirs drift...

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As I laze on my lounger
on a warm June day,
I hear 
a choir of bees bumbling,
wind lisping through leaves,
doves cuddling, courting,
the chink of cups
tea pouring,
birdsong circling,
the cat purring
and I close my eyes
daydreaming 
as

I wish 
I...

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From our bodies, dead and deceased,
of decaying flesh rotted off bone,
poking through loose lavish soil
flowers sprout and feed from the sun

From the corpse's arm, a reeling ranunculus
reaches toward the sky’s bright star
snaking its roots between...

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Papery feathers strain to take wing.
Frills ruffle, mythic masks gnash at the air
beautifully belligerent.

Plucked, they dally daily
between the surfaces of legend,
and the finery of a silk-stockinged
sentience.

Diaphanous stems are necks-laced
below an open-mouth in full quaff
pastel beaks
revealing...

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My sunshine in the morning wakens me
with eyes that twinkle mischief and delight.
My sunflower whose gaze I love to see
is he – my summer love – from morn to night!

I'm his honeybee, and he's my...

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Cherubs playing in a sweet fragrant garden
Are going from row to row smelling the roses
And every now an then sneezing as the fragrant 
Smell over powers their noses.
They say they speak in little child's jargon.
Now...

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I found pleasure in every direction, 
As I wandered mystified through the fields.
A snapdragon captured my attention; 
Possessed with the sensation that it yields.
Moving slowly over the grass, I feel
Entranced; the flower holds me in...

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 Tiny faeries in snapdragon beds,
crying, wailing to be fed,
on the nectar brought by bees,
from the nearby hills of green.

Tiny newborns with great hair,
will learn to walk, with great care.
They’ll flit and fly to worlds...

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I know I am her favorite flower;
I shoot up in a spike of yellow bloom
to snatch her attention away
from all other flowers 
at home in this small garden patch.
...but the Gladiolus is coming
with spikes much...

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Flowers bloom precipitously to
Silence a corpse of ill-intent...
Bringing hope to all who suffered
Through winter's mad torment.

The snapdragon shows its passion
As the snow-drop leads the way.
The tulip mocks the melting snow
While the crocus has its day.

The...

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I've never seen a Bumblebee
Lose a fight with a Snapdragon
No, not ever!
Each time they meet
That painted prince of prowess
Pries open the dragon's jaws
And deftly crawls inside
To win the blooming battle
To steal the coveted prize. 

In...

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