Long Sunflower Poems
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I get up every day and go for a morning run.
The exercise is what makes it all worthwhile.
At first, it seemed, when I ran fast, I hard more fun.
But now, I realize, fast or slow, I always smile.
When I run, I feel so very peaceful and calm
I’m all alone and have plenty of time to think.
It’s hard to believe that I can fit in a person’s palm,
And that I’m surrounded by a cage made of chain link.
It’s always the same; sunflower seeds are what I eat.
I stuff my cheeks until they’re ready to burst.
I hide them in a corner and save them for a treat,
Hoping no one else will find them and eat them first.
It’s the same old routine: run, eat, sleep; everyday.
Most of the time, my life is completely boring.
But once in awhile, I’m taken out of the cage to play.
It’s then that I feel so free and my heart starts soaring.
I’m put inside a plastic globe that totally clear,
Which is fun because I can roam around the house.
When someone lets the cat in, I’m taken over by fear.
I become his play toy, feeling like a scared little mouse.
I believe we’ve all been blessed to be created with an open mind
I imagine with this gift our creators were particularly elated…
as it allows us to be open to the variety of wonders…of all the love and beauty they created.
I imagine it never entered into our creators thinking…
that they never would have supposed….
how the open mind they blessed us with…could so easily be closed.
When our mind is open it can see the beauty of a sunrise paint her colors across the sky…
It can see our children’s smiles…and the love reflected in their eyes.
But when that same mind closes…when it closes from within
hate and prejudice begin to form…based on the colors of our skins.
When our mind is open we can see the vibrant hues of a rainbow…tell a sunflower from a rose
see the changing leaves in Autumn…and blankets of winter snows.
But when that same mind closes to love and acceptance…
when we shut forever our mind’s door
The beauty our creators created becomes clouded by hate…
and devastated by war.
When our mind is open we see the glimmer from the surface of the oceans to the twinkling stars above…
we see how all people, not just friends and family are all created out of love…
But when that same mind closes…when we’ve secured and locked the gate
we see those same people, friends and family so easily destroyed by hate
I’m sure the creators in their heart of hearts never would have proposed it…
If they thought the people who they gave an open mind to
would ever think to close it.
Or perhaps they knew that was a possibility…perhaps they understood it’s scope
and left us with a way to fix this…a least a modicum of hope
For our creators knew any mind that closes..
no matter how or where or when….
also has a chance
of being opened up again.
Peas of the same pod, nurtured by soil's clutch,
Polarized cotyledons, vying for homely touch.
Like a sunflower sagging toward heliotrope’s light,
The diffident monocot cradles itself in maternal respite.
Enduring the ravages of time, standing tall,
While weary boughs decline, struggling through it all.
The intrepid monocot, shattering glass ceiling,
Vibrating with the moon's velocity, its power healing.
Whispering husk, morphed into a sheltering tree,
Yielded fruits adorned in a mosaic spree.
Lesson learned — feet firm, head strong,
Winds may differ, but our bond lives on.
Sunflowers
A depressing smile held my eyes
She looks up at me,
Offering me a single sunflower.
"Mom said these flowers bring happiness,"
She says softly,
"Like the sun they make people shine."
True happiness is a gift passed on
From one human to another
I gently grabbed the offered flower.
"It's not the flowers that bring happiness,"
He said softly.
"The act of giving is what makes people shine."
Amber eyes filled with surprise
As she gazed at me,
"I never really looked at it that way..."
Tearing his eyes from the flower,
He nodded gently.
The world around him fell to pieces.
With the final act from the living to the dying,
He places the sunflower on her chest.
She smiles sadly, tears snaking down her cheeks.
"It's not the flowers that br-bring happiness,"
She stutters between tears.
"The act of giving is what makes people shine."
In a cynical realm where truth is tainted in black, rises she,
amidst whirling vortexes veiling reveries where she walks.
Yet society thrums thick skinned lies, whilst morning moon sighs in-
silence, seeing sunrise through eyes that mirror golden beauty.
Her persona resembles firm perennial petals like,
maternal warriors waltzing through wistful winds, singing the,
song of survival in loneliness through every forlorn night.
She's bestowed with selfless angels thawing wicked webs of,
time, freezing the rainbows hidden behind cloudless,
cerulean wrapped in balmy breeze blowing along cashmere climes.
She is her own sorceress with an invisible ring and
silver spells, her unbreakable spirit shines like starry
amulets of faith, sparkling across cold midnight skies.
She still composes calm symphonies in elegance and,
patience, whilst ignorant tongues concoct storms amongst all,
evil that reeks within a community that's-
ready to place names, find fault in words within the chorus of life, best,
written for the unheard voices ostracized, by merciless tunes of,
the past, where freedom fighters were left alone in the dark.
But she sprouts, like a sunflower growing in the cracks of emptiness and,
like an untamable warrior, she serves hope and love, that beams so bright.
“She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that’s best of dark and bright Lord Byron – She Walks in Beauty”
Dear, can’t you recall
how we’d thought our love would grow?
Your touch would enthrall
me through long days; moon’s warm glow -
Where did summer’s solstice go?
How will I ever find the wherewithal
to hold on through each coming lonely night?
My heart is hollow now, but holds no light,
and autumn’s sky too soon will cast its pall.
Abounding love and sun are gone. How small
will be the days to come. How much less bright!
How will I ever find the wherewithal
to hold on through each coming lonely night?
In fragrant blush of June, to garden wall
I’d run, your sunflower smile in my sight.
How can I stop my mind from taking flight -
so lost in thought of when we had it all;
how will I ever find the wherewithal?
Form:
I hear soft footsteps, after I rang the bell,
I was wondering to whom it belonged.
As it sounds very graceful.
The door opens, and there she is.
A ray of sunlight invites me.
Her eyes were the first I noticed.
Alive with a thousand smiles.
A mouth that greets a perfect appreciation.
Accompany by a fresh crisp voice,
Whispering like a water spring.
Hands that know how to give a comforting hug.
When she welcomes you.
“Hello I am O’nel”, please have a seat.
What beautiful sunflower sits in front of me?
Raw and graciously like South Africa.
Her heart and warmth present my motherland.
Our conversation was in our mother tongue.
Her presence made me feel comfortable and at home.
Between, us there was no race diversity,
We were only two human beings.
Her fragrance was not only of expensive perfume,
But aromas of faith and humanity.
Her laughter is angel bells I could not help,
But feeling overwhelmed.
I come to know my beautiful host,
With the name O’nel.
Stars I gaze, all night - as if in a reverie,
Under the sky as I stand, yearning to be
Near you and admire the blue-black velvet and
Feel the breath of silence, so serene - to be
Lost in the warmth of a dream-like enchanting moment;
Oceans apart, now, still our souls merge
When the universe in unison tunes a melody,
Entranced by the lustrous stars in the quiet of the night,
Reflecting the charm of our love, as I gape at the
Same star you stare at from a distant land.
Date: 05/26/2021
Submitted for: Sunflower Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Malabika Ray Choudhury
Tingling passion arose as you came close.
Romance rolled to tell ‘we would not stay apart.’
Unfolding your wish you dared to propose.
Emotion was entwined from you to my heart.
Territory of love was built in vain.
Coward in guise of lover came and relation coiled.
Love terminated in piercing pain.
Engaged once I was devoted, but destiny spoiled.
Love not reciprocated always soft and shy
being devoid of demand and passion
hidden sad sullen in solitary soul.
It is gaze of sunflower on
silent adoration to blazing dazzling Sun.
It is nectar secretion of oyster
to form pearl of pain
Beautiful coral garden under ocean
beyond human view.
No expectation to be loved
but to grow in the abyss of dismal.
Still a feeble faint hope for far future
fascinating a miracle
marveling to achieve
sudden response ending in unison.
Where did the Stars come from,
and how were they formed?
Galaxies, upon groups of galaxies.
Solar systems with moons.
How? Know the first cause, "God."
Time and space came to being.
Space and time ever expanding.
Light shining in darkness.
Mortal men able to be seeing and reading.
How? Know the first cause, "God."
There are cattle upon a thousand hills.
An abundant of creatures in the seas.
The earth hangs and spins on nothing.
Moon that has perfect effect and orbit.
How? Know the first cause, "God."
Sun comes up thousands of years.
This causes many sunflower blossoms.
A new born baby with eyes a glow.
Able to grow and write what he or she knows.
How? Know the first cause, "God."