Long Tulip Poems
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Tulip Larry was being groomed for the role of fairy.
He required a lot of assistance,
Since the form letter discovered his existence.
Received in the mail during a winter of hail.
Tulip Larry read the instructions that came with the kit.
"Do read before doing.
The instructions are specific!
We hope you are not very hairy,
Since you've chosen to play the role of fairy.
Without further ado,
This is what you must do:
First pluck any extraneous hair,
Until your visage is quite fair.
Next try on the tutu for fit.
Practice bowing at the knee without doing a split.
Finally, Take the gold wings and attach them firmly to your shoulders.
The play will begin at ten after ten.
Please don't arrive after then!"
Tulip Larry spent the day turning into a fairy,
He was instructed to play.
Close to the time he was due to leave,
A knock came at his cabin door.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
He had followed the instructions down to a T.
Could even bow at the knee!
"Why should I let you in?
I might be the best fairy to begin!"
The small voice began to shout,
"The kit was sent to you by mistake,
Now give it up before I am late!"
Tulip Larry softly said, "I'll make you a deal.
I want to know how a fairy will feel.
Let me keep half the kit and we can go as fairy twins."
They agreed to the deal and were a hit.
They kept the outfit looking nice.
Now Tulip Larry had a vice,
Became a star every Friday and Saturday night!
Pondering tulips
She pondered a tulip,
its petals a’ gleam,
on a path through the forest,
alongside a stream
When the trees started smiling,
her heart skipped a beat,
as the ferns whispered softly,
their message discreet,
In echoes of wishes,
her first to her last,
she stared at a toadstool,
the shadow it cast
The sun moved along,
shimmered bright in the sky
as afternoon sparkled,
a glint in her eye
Alone in the twilight,
she danced in a whirl,
with hair golden blonde and
it’s end in a curl
The cattails were singing,
their own special song,
inviting her nicely
to come sing along
And together they sang,
a most wonderful tune
That reached to the stars,
and circled the moon
I watched from a hedgerow,
trimmed neat like a box
I felt I was hiding,
as sly as a fox
It’s then that she saw me,
our eyes came to meet
I thought she was pretty,
her giggle so sweet
But, quick as I saw her,
as quick she was gone
Like evening arriving,
when it was just dawn
But still I was happy,
and who wouldn’t be
When something so pretty
your eyes they do see
So,
I pondered a tulip
its petals a’ gleam
a reminder of her and
that day by the stream
A is for Annie Apple Blossom she buds in the Spring.
B is Betty Baby Breath she's such a dainty thing.
C is for Miss Candy Tuft pink-cheeked with hair of gold.
D is Debbie Dandelion who never does what she's told!
E is for Easter Lily she's as white as snow.
F is Francie Fairy Bells who ring-a-lings where she goes.
G is for Ginny Gardenia perfumed oh so sweet.
H is Holly Hocks a Tomboy, she has two left feet!
I is for Inca Lily dressed in colors light.
J is Joanie Jump-Ups, Johnny's little sister bright.
K is for Katie Kangaroo Paw her nails are painted red.
L is Lila Lady Slipper who stays too long a bed.
M is for Merry Morning Glory dressed in pale blue.
N is Nancy Narcissus who trumpets ""toodeloo!"
O is for Olivia the Ox-Eyed Daisy dolly.
P is Patty Petunia, her pancakes are a folly.
Q is for Queenie Anns Lace her dresses all have ruffles.
R is Ruby Rose-a-lee who almost always shuffles.
S is for Sandy Snap Dragon tall and thin. petite.
T is Tallulah Tulip her clothes are so off beat!
U is for Uma Umbrella Flower, sweet and sunny.
V is Vicky Violet she plays with Easter bunnies.
W is for Wendy Water Lily she'd rather swim than dance.
X is Xana Xmas Tree in Winter she's entrancing.
Y is for Yani Yarrow, a girl so bonny fair
Z is Zelda Zinnia, she pinning Yani's hair.
All our girls are fine and strong, so beautiful and brave
Not a single one of them would think to misbehave!
Bio: Wise woman.
"I have been a stranger in a strange land." Bible, Exodus 2:22
I have been a stranger
I have been in a strange land
Land of forsaken frangipanis
Land of black diamonds
Diamonds never decay
Diamonds forever sparkle
Sparkle like neon fireflies
Sparkle amidst darkness
Darkness depicting light
Darkness illuminating skies
Skies sketched in topaz tints
Skies mirroring my spirit
Spirit of a forlorn wanderer
Spirit of a firm believer
Believer veiled unseen
Believer sings hymns unheard
Unheard sagas of truth
Unheard tunes of time
Time twirls through confusion
Time enveloped in silence
Silence is a fragrant dialect
Silence is misunderstood
Misunderstood yet deafening
Misunderstood monologues
Monologues of the strawberry moon
Monologues of sunflower scriptures
Scriptures of sacred seasons
Scriptures lost in deserted dunes
Dunes of healing heartbeats
Dunes of forgotten dreams
Dreams of a midnight Jasmine
Dreams of a faded star
Star that guides the raven dusk
Star that flickers pink gold
Gold is the color of faith
Gold ribboned with hope
Hope is an emerald home
Hope is a thriving tulip
Tulip personifies awakening
Tulip honeyed in harmony
Harmony from serenades of serenity
Harmony of singing sunrise
Sunrise painted in poetry
Sunrise and rainbows
Rainbows with quartz runes
Rainbows of colored revelations
Revelations unnamed
Revelations untold
Untold…
Unnamed…
A Winter Landscape
a southern winter
landscape framed by dark gray clouds
pines sigh mellow tunes
a small boy laughs as he runs
splashing in muddy puddles
white ice spews from ground
as temperature plummets
peach blossoms turn brown
a gray haired man shakes his head
and buys tulips for his wife
a spring bouquet sits
in a lovely vase gone dry
tulip petals fall
a kitten smashes the vase
and leaps from the windowsill
grandmother awakes
a small boy and his kitten
run outside to play
donning a yellow rain coat
against the winter landscape
Collaborative poem
Written by: Sara Kendrick, USA and Jack Horne, UK
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A black cloud descends…. , , ,
Each flower grows hopeful! ,,
In jubilation, katydids, laughingly, make noisy ovations! , , ,
Party-planner, Queen Rosie, STOPS to
unleash verses,with ’xcited Yiddish zeal !
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D Daisy Mae, and Lily Gay, bathe in refreshing rains ,,
A Anointed too, are tiny baby buds, with every little drop ,, ,,,
N Narcissus squeals with laughter, and sings a sweet refrain
C Crickets dance with plaid berets, and do a Celtic hop!
I In the mud we’ll find two pigs, they splash, but then rain STOPS!
N Nanny Goose, and Granny Goat, play banjos in the band
G Gardenias, stash away umbrellas, they scrub from end to end
R Rabbits hear the jubilee, and from a hole they pop
A A squirrel or two, comes down the tree, where all the fuss began
I In spite of fear, the little mouse, looks out to see what’s up
N Nearby, the cat, just waves his hat, allows the mice some fun!
N Dogs join in, STOP chasing cats, they splash, and play like kids
R Rainbows fill the evening sky, where now the sun peeks in
O Overhead, the colors smile, in greens, and blues and reds
P Pretty is the world tonight, refreshed, and clean, and good
S Softly STOPS the pitter-pat upon on the evening’s hood
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Thirsty trees, and tender tulip tongues, tasted today’s tantalizing tonic
Rain STOPS to retreat, to replenish, refresh, repair, and rest
Delighted dancers STOP, to discuss day’s divine delivery duties
Rainbows remind recovering revelers reasons to STOP and reflect, rejoice, recent rainy rewards
Slowly, in soft slippers, STOPping to shine, sun sets silently.
Satisfactorily satiated, the scenery seems serene, sparkling and sleepy…..
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Inspired by Debbie's Contest "Aye, Aye, and a Mistress"
In a moment of juvenile jealousy
he envies his red rival
with its intimate and greedy embrace of her angels’ share
of honey and vanilla spice
as wet stretchy hands of fervent fabric
possessively cup
her brandied beauty
amidst wistful notions
to revive his parched heart
he craves to be ladled with her ardent spirits
to be cradled in the tulip of her essence -
evaporating every chill from the calyx of her sweetened cordial
warming her in the hearth of his hands
as she melts
like buttery sunbeams
intoxicating the bleached beachy sands..
his dreamy grin falters and his tantric trance fades
as tattered edges of reverie unravel -
a haze beclouds his aged green-eyed gaze
graying his white periwinkle pipe dream
as he sees that his best days are long past
Susan Ashley
July 18, 2018
That heaven's rivers
flow saying Allah
Went out philomels of Islam
whistles saying Allah
Sways tugba trees
Recites Quran also tongues
Elysum yard's roses
smells saying Allah
Some eats some drinks
Angels deal out peace
Prophet Idris measures dress
Stitchs saying Allah
All posts are from noor
All leaves are from silver
While streching branches
Concludes saying Allah
Brighter than moon, faces
Sweater than suger, voices
Eden's houri maidens
Wanders saying Allah
One who is in love with Allah
Pours teardrops from his eyes
Becomes pure in and outsides
Sings saying Allah
Whatever you wish, wish from God
Walk in this way with a guide
Parrot is in love with tulip
Crows saying Allah
Opened skies' doors
Full of peace all of those
Eight heaven's shores
Uncovered saying Allah
Ridvan is opener of gate
Idris is measurer of cloth
Drinker of Kevser sherbet
Quenchs saying Allah
Dervish Jonah arrive to your pal
Do not leave today to tomorrow
Morning to God's council
Let me reach saying Allah
Written by Dervish Jonah (Yunus Emre)
Translation Onur Ünlü
At first you see the flower fields
Of yellow, white or red,
Though soon machines will do their job
And clip each tulip’s head.
For that’s the way to save the bulbs
So they’ll be best for selling,
A fact that must make sense, I guess,
Since no one is rebelling.
But then you enter Keukenhof,*
A floral park so vast
It’s hard to comprehend how many
Tulips they’ve amassed.
The colors take your breath away –
You’re dazzled, awed, amazed;
And as you stroll, each vista’s better
Than where you’ve just gazed.
Varieties you’ve never seen
Are artfully arrayed,
With hyacinths and lilies
Intermittently displayed.
The tulips only bloom for weeks
So I was thrilled to visit
And get to view what Nature’s made
With palette so exquisite.
Such beauty’s there for all to see
But sadly, just a few
Will have the chance to make the trip
And get to tiptoe through.
*flower garden in Holland, known for their tulips
On the hunt to find one
Painted eggs wait for me
Hide and seek, let's go play
The game's begun early
On this Easter Sunday
On the hunt to find one
Wooden basket in hand
The orange egg was mine
Lying there in plain sight
'Neath the rising sunshine
On the hunt to find one
Shaded by my bonnet
The blue egg was sky high
Nestled in an oak limb
Hidden, and acting shy
On the hunt to find one
That dear old Bunny placed
Low 'neath a tulip stem
Pink and purple eggs sat
Just my eyes noticed them
On the hunt to find one
Skipping my way along
The middle of the hills
A yellow egg I seek
Lost amongst daffodils
On the hunt to find one
Spying the last green egg
Amidst the grass so tall
I ran back to Mother
Shouting, "I found them all!"