Long Verbena Poems
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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 from within the trash,
I noticed a beautiful ruffled bright sash.
The sash was bright yellow wrapping the leg,
So I pulled it all out to see what I had.
To my amazement I found a wonderful petina,
A flowery design of old paint like verbena.
I unwrapped the sash so very carefully,
As I set it on the ground, it sets perfectly.
I put it in my truck to take this home,
A wonderful piece to fix up and call my own.
Did some careful washing and scrubbed the sash clean,
That yellow sash would look great with the light green.
Moments went by as I brushed on some varnish,
Then let it dry before I added the sash garnish.
Now, with a slight curve from the bottom of the legs,
A beautiful planter stands with a sash around the edge.
This is my story of a lone Saturday trip to the dump,
Never knowing something like this was hiding in that clump.
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 say, "Goodbye."
Daffodils display delightful faces and seem to be greeting me with a, "Hi."
Easter Cactus in pink and salmon, adds bursts of color in hanging pots.
Favorite in my garden are the carpets of romantic little Forget-Me-Nots.
Gardenia shrubs line my walkways with sweetest scent to tempt the bees.
Hyacinths are compact flowers on a single stem, but cause me to sneeze.
In early Spring my beds of Irises trumpet that a new season has begun.
Jasmine on the vine attracts hummingbirds in my garden spots full of sun.
Kerria bushes keep my yard enhanced in shades of chartreuse and gold.
Lily of the Valley is said to bring lots of happiness to the young and old.
Mock Orange, a pretty perfumed flower, prim and proper in purest white.
Nandina, Heavenly Bamboo, have bronzed red leaves of medium height.
Oleander clusters are a riot of color on the end of green foliage so tall.
Peonies add charm and grace in pink pastels all along my garden wall.
Queen of the Prairie in the landscape, reach up to the sun and the sky.
Rusty Foxglove is a late Spring perennial, I find very pleasing to the eye.
Sharing a treasured vase with them, I will select the lovely Shasta Daisy.
Three Lobe Spirea (Bridal Veil), is so easy to grow it could make me lazy.
Under the shade trees grow Urn Bromiliads, on driftwood from the river.
Verbena is Queen of the rock garden, in shades of burgundy she'll deliver.
Wisteria, in white or lavender, hangs in sadness until it withers away to die.
Xylosma blooms in masses of berries, in hedge rows of separation they lie.
Yarrow's blossoms are medicinal, likes dry soil and an occasional drought.
Zesty Zephyr Lily can grow in the wild but it's one I could never do without.
{April 23rd, 2016 ~ Shadow Hamilton's "Spring Flowers" Contest}
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 form.
As an artist he craved perfection;
a risen Venus, immaculate.
He dissected, he plucked at visions.
On moonless nights carried their corpses
on muffled barrow wheels.
By the light of a hundred candles
he eased flesh apart,
nose swathed in verbena drenched rags,
hands tweaking tissue, tracing
once sensuous shapes under sallow remains.
He worked with live models,
hired women of every class.
The rich were flattered, vain,
the poor always eager to earn.
None made the stone under his
hands blossom.
It was a matter of timing,
catching Venus as she emerged
from her littoral crest.
It seemed his models
were always coming to, or moving away
from that conjunction,
yet he kept opening mythical shells
until death took him.
At his funeral
his straight-backed widow,
adorned in darkest weeds,
hid her anger well.
Despising those cold hands
that never did understand
the revelation of She.
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 and purples
tulips and pansies,
phlox and dusty miller
all woven together
in waves of color.
Verbena will be trailing
of course, wild as nature.
There will be red primrose
and blue daisies
and yellow marigold.
Oh, just winter dreaming
of my garden to be.
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December 22, 2019
Poetry/Verse/Beneath the Snow
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1208-825-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to Strand Special 8
sponsor, Brian Strand
Honorable Mention
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 of wisteria
AP: Honorable Mention 2021, Front Page Pick 2021
Submitted on May 30, 2022 for contest PURPLE FLOWERS sponsored by NAYDA IVETTE NEGRON FLORES - RANKED 2ND
and on March 10, 2022 for contest GARDEN INSPIRATIONS sponsored by BJ LEGROS KELLEY - RANKED 3RD
Across the road wild verbena
Wide open arena display
A field's array phenomena.
Would modena clover bouquet
More buffet my heart's cortina?
No! Verbena made this sweet day
A form called Wreath
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Definitions:
Verbena is a lavender or light purple blossoming plant that can be wild or hybertized
Phenomena_ something remarable
Modena_crimson
Buffet_beat upon
Cortina_cobbwebby veil consisting of silky fibrils
“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.”
– Victor Hugo
Amassed in my garden are Azalea and gladiola blooms of gold
Bird of Paradise in purple and orange, wear their colors so bold
Crepe Myrtle trees offer shade when the sun is high in the sky
Daffodils display their faces... their charm is pleasing to my eye
Each morning I'm greeted by bougainvillea, flowering on its vine
Fairy statues along paths where ruby throated hummingbirds dine
Gardenia line my walkways with a sweet scent to tempt honeybees,
Hovering among red hibiscus, swaying in the bower upon a breeze
In abundance are Irises, trumpeting that Spring has at last begun
Jasmine scents my garden, planted where they get full sun
Keeping cool is easy, for beneath twin willows I've hung a swing
There, I'm quite content listening to songbirds trilling as they sing
Magnolia will soon open to reveal their petals of purest white
Nature surrounds me in my sanctuary from dawn til moonlit night
Oleander are a riot of color within green foliage, standing tall
Pleasantly charming are the climbing roses upon my garden wall
Quite peaceful is this refuge where I spend hours writing poetry,
Reading romance novels while drinking glasses of sweet tea
Sharing my hideaway is something I very seldom want to do,
Though I'd gladly invite you to see my hydrangea in shades of blue
Under a trellis of Morning Glory, I've Bromeliads in pots of clay
Verbena grows near the bird bath where tiny sparrows play
White and lavender wisteria, hang in bunches that look like grapes
Xanthic blooms of yellow, capture my vision as daylight escapes
Yet, I know the beauty of my garden will not be lost in the night
Zealous fireflies will swarm, attracting mates with their glowing light
May 21, 2022
ABCEDARIAN CONTEST
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
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 just a few
of the plants that can be found
in the many flower beds and pots
A paradise for bees and butterflies
they sip sweet nectar from my plants
Nature's compositions are complex
and nicely customized
A sense of Nirvana and deep meditation
Welcome to my garden
share the ability to enjoy the sunshine
and the flowers in simplicity and harmony
25/10/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Writing Challenge, October- Flower or Flowers
Sponsored by: Dear Heart- Wiishkobe Ode
1st place in the contest
Each year the earth returns
to its annual remembering~
a vow stitched in root and rain.
I stand along the garden’s edge
holding the morning
like a mirror tilted toward hope.
In its silvered surface,
the world gathers itself~
petal, stem, sky~
a dress rehearsal of becoming.
Purple arrives first,
a subtle rush of color rising
from the cool breath of soil.
It whispers through the lupine,
the verbena,
the small wild blooms
that refuse to be anything
but brave.
Their voices are subtle,
but I lean in~
listening for the way
they say again,
the way they say still,
the way they say yes
to another turning of the year.
And in that whispered violet,
I feel the season
lift its face toward light,
reminding me
that hope is not a shout
but a soft returning~
a color that keeps blooming
even when the mirror of the world
seems dim.
Purple persists.
Nature remembers.
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 a dripping bouquet of verbena;
I just love it - because it is awesome,
and will dance- float like a ballerina.
In my small garden is airy sweet pea,
a mingle of scents sublime- romantic;
have you ever just sat under a tree,
and just dream, dreams - of a love gigantic.
With deep rich currant I will paint my lips;
or perhaps with purple raspberry gloss.
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July 2, 2019
Poetry/Sonnet/"O, How Heavenly"
Copyright Protected, ID 19- 1163-662-02
All rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.