Long Tulips Poems
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They float rather than fly with their kite-tailed long wings,
watch them descending on tulips, blueberries and lilacs:
these butterflies are yellow-green striped and love pawpaw trees;
imagine Nature without their fluttering sounds and stunning colors!
The zebra swallowtail butterflies work too hard as they constantly move,
sipping the sweet nectar found on flowers and trees, but not on clove!
Oh, they are as delicate as petals...ever wondered where they came from?
Their life span is brief and before winter arrives, they'll be gone and won't roam.
Plant more shrubs and fragrant flowers and your garden will be
visited by them on cool and warm afternoons so scented and dandy,
and they will leave as the shadowy evening brings on many lady-bugs
to replace those lovely zebra swallowtails with their constant glows.
Yesterday around noon, a zebra swallowtail butterfly fell into my open hand,
I tried to console with my human touch...she was badly hurt;
her wings were broken and she could hardly crawl or look...
perhaps she wanted me to keep her and remember her after she was dead.
Flowers speak
the Gladiola is never sad
says words with a smile.
Tulips are the pun
not one but...
sound it out, you'll see.
Daisies reveal secrets
she loves me,
she loves me not.
Buttercups
lay it on thick
compliment everyone.
Carnations rev their engines.
Express themsleves from land to land.
Freesias
my personal favorites
blow a fragrant line.
Sweet Peas,
are still babies
they're still learning.
Patience wait
as long as they need to
before they speak.
Snapdragons
can fly off the handle
but please forgive them
Orchids tend to fib
are they adults Or .....!
Bluebells sing
a soulful tune
and I love the blues.
Paper Whites appropriately
recite their written words.
Roses bloom
the most beautiful
of words.
But the best flowers of all
don't need to say a word.
With love you gift them
a bouquet of their faves
as they gently kiss your lips!
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Contest Name: Encounters with Flowers
Bell-shaped English Bluebells
Violet face of lilac landscape
Charming tints of scarlet
Exuberance of Maple Red
Red, white, upright Tulips
Preening of vibrant spring
Whistling breath of wind
Kisses swaying Daffodils
Laden droplets refracting
Gleam of rose-petal gems
Bluebird’s pine-needle nest
Home of blueish green eggs
Crocus purple flowers
Amethyst glory of jewels
Scented Lilly of the Valley
Blooming white charmers
Rainbow colors of Hyacinth
Jewels glinting window sills
Spicy fragrant Dianthus
Apex of prized decorum
July 4, 2020
Placed 1st: Strand Completely New Poetry (5) Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Written: June 18, 2023
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In a land where tales of old still thrive,
A garnet ring on her finger strives
A symbol of love, like a dove's wing, in spring
Holds a story of love's rousing, curious thing,
A tale of two souls, both feeling shy,
Their souls are linked, yet were unsure why.
Destiny's hand brought them together,
Bound by a ring that would last forever.
In a region rich with myths eager to be said.
Where memories ignite and legends are read.
Lies a story of a soul's great quest,
To overcome the ache, nostalgia's bequest
In the realm of hours of leisure,
There resides a priceless treasure,
A joy that knows no earthly measure,
Your presence is my ultimate pleasure.
Within the depths of my poetic mind,
A masterpiece, a tale we shall find,
Tears mingle in leisure hours, and time stands still.
In the realm of dreams, my heart does thrill.
Here, unmoving, on the sill of a window.
June's embrace, with passion and awe
Wilting like the petals of a tulip's grace,
Yet never do the eyes truths efface.
Under the canvas of the endless blue sky
She and I are bound by a love that won't die.
On this window sill, I find my repose.
In the gentle breeze, my spirit knows.
In June's embrace, the world comes alive.
With vibrant colors and hopes that thrive.
The tulips, once vibrant, now wilt away.
Yet their beauty lingers, like a sweet bouquet.
Daffodil majorettes lead the spring parade
Mom fox had lured out a reluctant kit
Verdant grasses are growing lovely shade
For dainty dulcet purple violet
Gentle nurturing rain from day or two
Coaxes her lace lilac to gently wake
Meadow rainbow chiffon a lovely hue.
Faerie-felt awe surrounds beautiful lake.
Carpet of tulips arrive on the scene.
Growth can be felt every hour or two.
Resurrection of weeds, not being mean.
Cyclical magic for me and for you.
The woodlands, the meadow, the lake and the dale.
Rebirth of spring yearly, without fail.
Written Feb 24, 2019
Contest: Springtime Rebirth
Sponsor: John Hamilton
In what a dazzling look she comes tonight
Cerulean sky laughing in her brook
Obsidian orbs in eyes to ignite
A crimson lust for every longing nook
In charcoal ash of roses on the floor
He stares how she makes them blossom again
In smoke of love birds go wild as they soar
As he strokes her smooth skin like porcelain
Her pearls and sable as they unfasten
A drink of absinthe he holds up to her
Ivory mist invites horses that stun
A surreal quenching of wild hunger
As the night train north and southward they meet
The tulips of snow blush in their heartbeat
October, 18, 2018
For the Poetry Contest: Midnight Romance Contest
Sponsored by: Dale Gregory Cozart
THE TULIPS WERE GLASS
CHARMING COLORED GEMS
ORNAMENTS
THEY CHIMED FROM THEIR
MOVEMENT IN THE WINDS
THEY INSPIRED SONG
THEY INSPIRED SONG
THEY SANG IN VERSE
THEY WERE CONCERTED AND
RANKED
RANKED BY THEIR PERFECT TONE
BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS
PERFECTLY BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS
ART PIECES AMONGEST THE STONES
THESE FLOWERS WHISPER IN EVENING
THESE FLOWERS SING AT NIGHT
THERE LYRICS ARE PERFECT LITTLE
LOVE SONGS
SONG BY THOSE WHO WISH TO BE HEARD
After the misty snow, with the sun’s Aurelian caress,
Men get out of their homes to feel the kiss of the early beams
The air is now resonant with avian chatter.
Jungles echo the joys of untrammelled life,
As birds and animals have reclaimed their space
There is a newness as sprouts appear on every tree.
Daffodils and tulips push through the crust of the earth.
Their delicate petals unfold one by one,
As the breeze at dawn nudges them flirtatiously.
Fields of wildflowers stretch endlessly.
Oh, what a beatific lovely sight!
Verdant leaves flutter in sweet murmurs
Which can be heard only by attentive ears.
The wind too sings a sweet serenade.
The creek that flows down the hill with grace
Makes a sweet dulcet sound.
A chant builds amid the wavelets of the stream.
Life comes alive as musical incantations flow out,
From the open beaks of the cuckoo and the thrush.
Do you hear as I do the serenade of nature?
The warbling of birds, the murmur of winds
The babbling of the brooks, the sound of the soft landing
Of delicate dew drops on the stretching meadows.
As I listen to the symphonies of lovesome spring
My soul dances like a dew drop on a rose petal.
Take me there, where the daffodils dance,
Preening with joy, flaunting nature’s art,
Where birds have assembled to watch
Sitting atop, prancing from tips of treetops,
Tuning lyrics of cherry blossom prompts,
Strumming rhythms of spring sonata
As crimson tulips, with lilies purple waltz,
To music of willows breezing with dawn
When sun breaks through haze of clouds;
Traversing over the mountains and valleys,
Over green prairies, burbling tributaries,
Besides garden of multicolored pansies,
Amid bell-shaped bluebells, red hyacinth,
Frolicking on meadows of wild blue Iris,
Rejoicing pink blossoms of magnolia trees,
Glistening verdant knolls, lush foothills.
Take me there, where rivers meet oceans,
Merging the passions of fiery emotions
Riding with tides of romantic notions
Vying allure of love, emblazoning now;
Love that sustained in summer storms,
Love that survived through wintry wrath,
Love our souls extol, in spring’s warmth;
When I decipher your esoteric response
Where verses tender stem from my heart,
As day retreats humming nightingale’s song,
And eve’s dreams blush on magenta arc;
Take me there, my dear, where you are,
On the apex of love, on cusp of romance.
The Empty house sits alone, no one home anymore, if it could talk, would we be sad…. weeds are growing in the front where roses, flower tulips once bloomed, tended to by a sweet mom of four boys, who hands of motherly love..
As you enter the front door, you sense the emptiness of the home, come in and have a seat, glance around the walls, you will be comforted by Our Savior’s face on the walls.
The kitchen is bare, only nick nacks gathered up over years and years of Christian fun family gatherings, where many home cooked meals were prepared.. with a mothers love of 4 hungry boys and a dear loving hardworking father, husband enjoyed his sons company as well as town folk, friends gathered as well, his loving memory is truly felt in this Empty house..
The kitchen table once covered in Christmas sugar cookies, many board games, laughter, brotherly, family wise cracks jokes were told, now is full of bills, old magazines never read.
The Empty House may be empty of four boys and two loving parents who became like family to me, but you can see, feel, hear their voices, laughter, smiles, brotherly love in its walls, photos and on the walls…