Long Verbena Poems

With these lines I’ll relate an intriguing tale of dubious accuracy
For I Hope to unveil sordid affairs of more than one conspiracy!
Be warned, that though you might be disturbed by the facts I relate?
They are...

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I am an Outlander
Who lives on a high hill
Overlooking a man-made lake
That once was a rapidly rushing river
Along whose banks the Ozarks Bluff Dwellers and the Osage and then Delaware
Hunted, fished, and created shelter
For their...

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Mother nature oh! Rose of roses!
Mother of all flowers' and smell,
Ylang Ylang! You don't know what it causes!
An aphrodisiac turns you on like hell!

Sandalwood with its masculine warmth poses,
Rosemary clears the head, you can tell,
Peppermint...

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“Where is the Lover?”



Where is your Lover?
He is in your smile
where he kissed you
when you were fast asleep
bodies pressed into
burning heat
the fruits of passion 
tasted hours ago
before you walked out 
the door onto 
the white...

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Sometimes, when 
your sparkling spirit 
waltzes with me 
to the perfumed 
periwinkle grooves 
of saffron breezes, 
I'm lost in a forever gaze, 
within those 
flickering ferns
of a nascent nightmare, 
where I ain't any 
velvet-purple orchid,...

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I once was a
sea lavender star, 
soaked in sunsets, 
draping evenings
with soft yarns of
hydrangea haze ~
before you stole
me from those
sangria skylines like
a windswept wave,
and placed my
hyacinth heart upon
the tan throne of 
your verbena soul. 
Never...

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Amassed in flamboyant Azalea blooms when my garden is free of the cold.
Bird of Paradise, dressed in purple and orange,  wear their colors so bold.
Crocus bloom when the mounds of snow finally melt and...

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“A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in–what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.”
          ...

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Orange cosmos flowers inside a circle
along with the canna indica flowers;
A big smile of welcome at the front entrance.                                 ...

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hummingbirds are God's gift to us . . . 
          with their unique "flight" -   their agile hovering and darting
   some with...

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Enchanted was I with a cloying scent...
whiffs of wild magnolia
mingled with the woodsy tang
of her lemon verbena perfuming the air
Like Samson's strength, the sun's threads of gold
were clipped by silver shears 
of an ascending pearlescent...

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Imagine.....
Scrunched lazily in a bed of your chosen leaves each and every night
To pacify your senses in the richness of earthy-scented legacies
Our ecstasy would prompt our dreams to drift away the moonlight
In nature's cupboard saturating...

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New Mexico bears the burdens of its once-sleepy past--
when awakened to join the current century at last.
To give birth to the fledgling Atomic Age
It still wears the perfume of fusion and sage.

They must go to...

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And in my dream-  I am a yesterday dreamer,
I am transported to a long ago summer;
and become lost in a sea of blooms and glitter,
where I roam touching each fragile flower.

I know this...

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A walk through the meadow seems in order
The sun is peaking through some wispy cloud,
Coreopsis is in full bloom along the border
While verbena and cosmos are standing proud.

I make my way through the overgrown path
Pushing...

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He was jaded with prostitutes.
The young ones were vacuous,
their bodies unleavened bread.
The mature models scored
by the violence of disappointment.
Both the naive and the world-weary
were dull molds.

The sculptor and anatomist, 
delved deeply into the inquiry of...

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And in my dream-  I am a yesterday dreamer,
I am transported to a long ago summer;
and become lost in a sea of blooms and glitter,
where I roam touching each fragile flower.

I know this place-...

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Here in the trash I found a wonderful thing,
Slightly sticking up from the furniture bin.

Covered in dirt with four legs and a stand,
Was a wonderful piece that needs my hand.

I reached down to grab it...

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You were once strong
Never wrong
Now you are dead
I have so much pain
To swallow this verbena
You are indeed dead
I have so much pain
Deep in my heart, no stamina
And of course no legs
It's raining cats and dogs
I...

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He was weary of prostitutes.
The young ones were vacuous,
their bodies unleavened bread.
The mature models scored
by the violence of disappointment.
Both the naive and the bitter
were dull molds.
He had dissected women, both old and girlish.

On moonless nights...

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My ornamental garden is one of the rare ones
It requires of course "green fingers"
a lot of patience and love
With complementary colors
Allysum, Lion's mouth, Tagetes,
Petunia, Soffila, Bluegrass,
Sinnia, Verbena, Surfinga,
Diligent Lise, Asters, Cosmos,
Million Bells, Pegonia
and Fuksia is...

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Early spring crocus
Hardy purple pansies
Tall clusters of verbena
Vines of morning glory
Arabella clematis
Ornamental allium blooms
Lupinesque wild indigo
Slender wild hyacinth
Faithful canterbury bells
Dignified cattleya orchid
Vibrant effervescent cyclamen
Statuesque gladiola
Cosmopolitan heliotrope
Spiked liatris flowers
Grandiflora petunia
Magical mystic merlin
Unfurling crested iris blossoms
Climbing cascades...

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Oh, let me leave
everyday life
and just dream
of my garden
beneath the snow.

The bright
flowers are waiting
in vibrant hues
inspirational.

All the different shapes
and textures . . . 
and the birds will return
and butterflies too,
and silky spider at my door.

Reds...

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Flowers cream and violet to brighten the pale summer
Bleached out houses against painted green lawns
Vanilla beans from Madagascar stiffen and crumble
Kitchen heating up with Peruvian songs
Dandelion soup for dinner, picked from the patch in the...

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With deep rich currant I will paint my lips,
or perhaps with purple raspberry gloss;
upon my lush scented lips his kiss drips,
and we will lay on the grass soft like moss.

O, how heavenly is cherry blossom,
or...

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