Long Stem Poems
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This three-piece limerick captures universal struggle for one’s identity. How the masks (vain emblems/hats we wear) eventually alienate us from who we truly are.
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I never failed to flaunt my vain emblem
That I wore long years to hide who I am,
Therefore the man I was
For long was held in pause,
And now I scarce know from what roots I stem.
Now, were I to meet him, say in a lift,
I wonder, should I doff my hat or lift.
This dilemma’s dingdong
Has stayed with me for long,
And with this odd impasse in life I drift.
The bell then rings, the heavy doors swing free,
I drop my hat and face the man I see.
I step out of the box,
Unlocking all my locks,
And simply walk away as ah, real me!
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Reflections | 05.02.2009 revised in September 2026|
In the winter of my years, stands my barren tree
Its leaves stripped by autumnal winds
Against hope, it had one life left to give
I blew a warm breath into a lone branch
Hoping against hope, I stood transfixed
As spring approached, I beheld a bud
I cupped it in my hands frozen in wonder
I watched its growth in amazement
The spring sun came, and I saw it change
I began to miss the bud growing to a calyx
It’s pinkness unfurled with relentlessness
Observe, readers, a dress wrapped inside a bud
I coveted this awakened bud blossoming
I shielded it against summer's onslaught
But, toiling bees siphoned its very nectar
Its chiffon gown blown off by the solstice
I held on to my once bud defrocked
Miracles abound in nature if you have time
Even now, I hold on to that childlike bud
Knowing it will grow past adolescence
Still holding tight, I saw its fruit maturing
Week by week it no longer needs my hands
A fruit was being born minute by seconds
It ripened on the fragile twig despite hands
I remembered when it was a babe in my palms
Now, it grows fat and juicy tempting to fall
I learned to let go giving to gravity
It was never mine and never still
It grows larger than my hand will hold
That peach is growing hairs without restraint
Its stem strains against that barren tree
It will fall off the tree and grow legs
It will run off to college leaving me in debt
It will find a girlfriend and make seedlings
My little seed must tell hands to let go
My barrenness will then be my reward
The tree and I will be left alone
At times the peach will text or call
I will wonder if that fruit is all right
I hope the endeared pit will find fertile soil
I hope my Persian plum will come and visit
Me and my barren tree are exhausted
My winter has no more spring left in me
Knowing a peach was born is enough
Hope will sprout far from this barren tree
With blossoms bursting like candy stars
Admiring your actions from afar, questioning my love for you
In love with your laughter and smile for others, wishing your caring personality was towards me.
Thoughts of you run through my head, causing my eyes to go blind
My loyalty is stronger than what my heart can handle, afar from you, who is able to handle any obstacle
The eyes of others are different from mine afar, looks of curiosity and friendliness on the outside
My love will flow like dandelions, once flowing with love and admiration can break apart and fly
Changing my desperation and deciding to be free and blown, but the stem of hurt and admiring afar with never leave me behind
My seeds have been blown away from the harsh pain
Hydrangea Influence
Pull of gravity drawn on the senses, hydrangea scent
Fragrance bliss, orgasmic burst, flowering forth
Explains beauty one petal at a time in naked white
Flavors come on nasal whiffs in flight
Fragile buds nod to blossoms under the glacial moon
Delicately delicious invisible friends seen once again
Spread up ahead on garden paths
On wings of spring
Past the river, nature at its best begins
When growing wild in the woods
Blossoms form, born perfect just in time
Birth of aroma, breath inhales, forgets to let it go
Love on the stem and leaves fill up imaginations
Displayed on gray days, nature dances, pollen laughs
Garden mesmerized, on its knees, satiated under breeze
Earth submits, to the tease, seasons color strokes
Memory knows flowers from the dirt
Moves the Earth to drink it in
Discerning, blown open, flirting with the wind
Without a voice without a sound on softer ground
Spoken only on the breeze in leisure
Tranquil undergrowth abounds
Honey layered, thick as lust
Purer than a woman’s womb
Thrusting forth perfumes
Hydrangeas fill the need of spring
Shimmer under moon light in naked white
Light up mid night for those who want to know
Aromas are not allowed to lie in flower beds
They seek out noses on their own and spread
Hydrangeas know exactly what to do
While filling up exhausted souls, exhaling truth
Before the beauty, love comes first
I am a six foot blonde from your township,
my high heeled naked long legs men worship,
my pretty face is fair as the lotus,
am contesting to be your next POTUS!
you are wondering If can do the Job,
half the past senate have been my heartthrob,
had the pleasure of working under them,
know the hole from where their policies stem!
first I shall recolour white house to pink,
all staff will be trained to whistle and wink,
tight latex will be official dress code,
business as usual in new abode!
shall shape the economy like my rear,
pink, smooth, firm, rounded, attractive and fair!
foreign policies will be like my bust,
big, attractive but false silicon dust!
have launched more rockets than any other,
so for your space program look no further,
am better than all presidents before,
I shall screw the country till you are sore!
6th placement
written 25/02/2021
Matt Caliri sponsored
If I was President contest
20 lines 10 ayllables each line
He had a story
And demanded to be heard
His words were whispered
Do to his hoarsed throat
He suffered from the flu
A byproduct of what he
Wished me to know
"They have created a monster,
Mankind is doomed"
He told me as I recorded
His conversation
"They used stem cells from
Toads, a fossiled dodo egg, a hippopotmus
An ape, bear and a puma, it created a fume that
Became a cloud
It rained and they all feel to the floor
We didn't know why until one
Of the professors mentioned
They" fused the stem cells
With the organisms found in
A meteorite we develop a vaccine for
The flu like symptoms but it only worked
On a few of us
We spent days in the lab trying to remove the Misty cloud, one day it dropped
To the floor and started to become a
Gelatinous material
We took samples of it
And it , it was a virus it is a one organismicist
Creature that creates a mist to infect people
Than it creates and spews an acid
That dissolves the flesh and swallows you whole
It roars while it swallows"
Nature's Spring palette and sweet nectar
of bright comfort bathing in the brilliant sunshine. Quote _ by Poet
A vision is the crimson queen rose
newly sprung its unique velvet feel
rosebuds unfold full of scallop trim
green leaflets breathless and infectious
in the gentle balmy breeze bloom shows
long green waxy stem full of prickly
thorns pose vibrant amongst the flowers
Garden trimmings with tiger lilies,
budding pink roses ,tall sunflowers,
golden yellow and white daffodils.
Latticework lavish entanglement
of sweet fragrant jasmine a treasure.
3/13/2021
Poetry Contest: Flower or Flowers in Imagism Form
Sponsored By: Constance La France
A dozen of the longest stem red roses I could find
For no expense was too divine
For all the love I had to expose
So immense and eternal as the single red rose
When the clerk smiled her kindly approval
I was imagining her naked in my pool
Seeing her lovely curves and assets too
I was thinking of how a new romance to brew
She asked me if I had any other purchase or wishes
Taken aback I caught my composure
I smiled and said the roses twelve will do me over
She wrapped them up in pretty pink paper
You sure nothing else to go with that?
I thought why yes, as I adjusted my top hat
Give me 12 cards of those over there
That say your the one and only
….with such poetic flair
After that, I do confess
In the shop of flowers so sweet and nice
Was the sound of dead air, you could hear the mice
As it was so so suddenly cold as ice
After a stem of light-locked-in-darkness I hid myself,
in the round rectangular of flowers dead-revived,
the celebration of my absence, the gift of no one unto none,
the isolated autumnal one with spring's venom in blood,
who whispers to me in thunder's voice: I can no longer can,
to answer your screaming silence, to catch hold of the moment
oasis-desert of burning hibernation, the night extinguished-in-flames,
a Tuesday of Sunday without the unpenetrated pain in head,
the elbows full of void prophesying the resurrection-entombed,
the other you of frozen summer, because you, my love,
you have always been gentler than the cruelty of loneliness.
In the dry lake of burning tears, ecstatic-apathetic,
the shadow of the flesh of your ethereal love collapsed upward
on the valley-mountain, the old childhood-pubescent, the fool-wise,
the blind-mirror from the threshold of the abandoned house-replaced,
of my gaze awake-asleep, rebellious as the stars-submissive,
through the sky-earth ephemeral-eternal, struck-caressed, wounded-healed,
the temptation-refuge, in the serious game of life-death of love,
that one of yours without you, with her without her, to lose ourselves counting:
zero as everything, one as no one, two as loneliness halved,
YOUR sadness luminous, MY immensity closed in the open palm,
in the square circle of time without time, where we found ourselves lost.
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AUDIO: Song was written by a Hawaiian queen after her king dies overseas, sung by my cousin
*Tree is a Norfolk Island Pine
Our Last Hawaii Christmas
Our home looked like The Munsters house, above town road
the loft's great hall, tall tree stands near mom's grand
cut fresh from our Norfolk pine lot
distant, in the country --
colorful lights, bells, tinsels, and stuffed animals
through the french doors greet eyes beautifully.
Our curved hilltop driveway, white lights held each palm tree
six bay windows, rainbow-hued variables
the roof and dormers shone brightly
front stone stairs glowed, blued watt --
many had helped dad who meticulously planned
his trials made for a simple workload.
Our Christmas eve, *Lau Lau replaced Christmas ham mode
large gifts in the back of the tree, all fanned
while smallest stacked fronted their spot
freed tracks train chugs clearly --
mom wore reds and whites, played the grand, sung madrigals
it's Nineteen-Sixty-Nine, in Hawaii.
*Lau Lau; a small cut of butterfish added to chopped Hawaiian salted pork, then wrapped in taro leaf, lastly, stem-tied-ti leaf-wrapped and (present-day method) in lieu of ti-leaf, foil paper is used then placed in a steam cooker.
*Twas to be our last Christmas in Hawaii (Big Island),
in ensuing months, we lost our home when our great hall
parlor drapes caught fire, our family then moved to
Bath, Maine as it was heartbreaking for our parents
to bear.
2020 December 28th
A Little Memory - My Invented Form
*2nd Place*
~~Constance La France
ALOHA, to our once trimmed Norfolk Island Pines
*Due to our departure, the pines is now a forest, too tall to sell, now hardly sold publically