Pink magnolias sway in drizzling rain,
Sunny marigolds laugh, all bright and gay,
Carnations croon in colourful array,
Laid-back lily droops in lazy disdain,
Ravishing blossoms in cool wind astir,
Sparkling drops of passion softly kissing,
Radiant blooms, sunrays hardly missing,
Faintly falling blobs form a blissful blur,
Dazzling daisy dilly dallying slow,
Lush lilacs look luxuriantly lax,
Saffron daffodils sparkling in smooth stacks,
Charming snowdrops nod in snuggling shadow,
Dancing buds, a visual distraction,
With wispy fragrance in Aurora's chill,
Such mystic ambiance in background still,
Calls for avid floral satisfaction.
9th January 2023
Categories:
luxuriantly, beautiful, flower, rain,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
Three realities there are:
the reality of dreams,
the reality of life,
and, though some dispute,
the reality of eternity....
The world of our dreams
is as real as mortal life--
each dream recalled but a
fraction of myriad forgotten.
Yet in every dream we live!
We act, the hero or the fearful,
as we move in those dreams--
perhaps luxuriantly soaring
like a human eagle o'er
hill and dale, town and city,
feeling freer than we've ever
felt in the life of day and night.
Or maybe we drive a car
far faster than we'd ever dare
when awake in a prosaic world
limited by cause and effect--
and always we defeat villains,
overcome the absurd,
and bring beauty to love....
In the daylight reality of life,
we sweat and toil, hate and
love, destroy and create.
Never really sure why for
any of it, are we?
Each of us acts out our roles,
almost like animated puppets
it seems at times--until we are
abruptly yanked off the stage.
Then--only then--will we realize
it was all just a bit part, like some
walk-on role, and the real drama
has finally begun as we enter
(some in glory, some in shame)
the last reality-- Eternity....
Categories:
luxuriantly, allusion, angst, appreciation, death,
Form: Free verse
There's something wrong with my life,
But it's not my fault,
I got a strange sign,
He signaled through his dreams.
Maybe I'm already going crazy,
And I see things that aren't there?
I'm confused in my own life,
But what can I do? I live like this.
People look right through me,
And the soul begins to feel sad.
I am blooming more luxuriantly day by day,
Like a white Jasmine Bush!
What do I really have?
Who will remember me later?
How tired everyone is of these questions,
They keep me up at night, too.
Parting glances and lingers,
All this suggests a breakup.
Only evil tongues work everywhere,
And all live in its flickering.
Life brings us together and separates us,
People in life are like transit.
Here is has found native soul like,
But no, we won't be family…
Categories:
luxuriantly, fate, for teens, literature,
Form: Free verse
There’s one special moment during your day,
When you can be honest and open and true,
And that’s the moment after you roll,
With your one special lover and you,
And your words should be coated with honey filled love,
And then luxuriantly spread,
But in that moment with peace in your heart,
This is what you might whisper instead,
“Do you still have that concentrate mouthwash,
I think you should go to the doc,
And where’s the closest taxi rank,
And I hear you’ve been ‘round the block,”
Also, “I think the condom I used just broke,
And what was your name again,”
Just beware, you should not say this,
Between you and your most intimate friend.
Categories:
luxuriantly, funny, humor, humorous, love,
Form: Quatrain
Wisdom is rain
Its rain from the head
When one with wisdom talks
The landscape of humans
Cannot remain the same
New seeds sprout eagerly
Foliage grows luxuriantly
Birds and animals rejoice
And soon the ecology changes
Who cannot benefit but a fool?
Categories:
luxuriantly, metaphor, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
There is small garden fertile and proud
behind a big rolling hill situated
animals passing there in adventure
go head on against each other all times
Foxes fight each other with no mercy
dogs chase and scatter old and young cats
chickens have it with grasshoppers daily
bitterness make the garden barren and bare
Whenever there is season of inactivity
witch weeds grow in hurry luxuriantly
black jack covers the garden in hurry
thorny weeds lay in ambush for stray feet
But what grows after these scuffles
shock the crops that the farmer grows
the farmer worries and prays for luck
but the animals do not listen any way
The lone farmer’s war-torn garden shames
but it is his garden he cherishes
what to do but own up to all the mess
probably one time the war will subside
Categories:
luxuriantly, metaphor, world,
Form: Elegiac Lyric
The primroses still continue their welcome bloom on the commons on a May day,
With scattered oaks and rich thickets the birds chirping the days are longer,
Hundreds of nightingales singing together, sad songs from an enchanted forest,
A cuckoo is heard from deep in the fairy forest and the rich grasses knee deep.
Mornings now are not so dark, the pools and streams flow white with ranunculus,
Foxglove leaves are springing up, firm and green in the woods and on many banks,
Soon it will be time to dig and hoe, the red and black spotted butterfly flies,
Time to wander over ancient commons, the ichneumon flies are out busy and alert.
It's so nice to see the spring again in gardens the common current is so lovely,
Hedges luxuriantly green, the perfume of hawthorn, everything is just beautiful,
The woods to which the young people used to go out before day break, a-maying,
The sky with dark whitish clouds scudding their way to the sea, maybe some rain.
Categories:
luxuriantly, nature,
Form: Prose Poetry
The primroses still continue their welcome bloom on the commons on a May day,
With scattered oaks and rich thickets the birds chirping the days are longer,
Hundreds of nightingales singing together, sad songs from an enchanted forest,
A cuckoo is heard from deep in the fairy forest and the rich grasses knee deep.
Mornings now are not so dark, the pools and streams flow white with ranunculus,
Foxglove leaves are springing up, firm and green in the woods and on many banks,
Soon it will be time to dig and hoe, the red and black spotted butterfly flies,
Time to wander over ancient commons, the ichneumon flies are out busy and alert.
It's so nice to see the spring again in gardens the common current is so lovely,
Hedges luxuriantly green, the perfume of hawthorn, everything is just beautiful,
The woods to which the young people used to go out before day break, a-maying,
The sky with dark whitish clouds scudding their way to the sea, maybe some rain.
Categories:
luxuriantly, nature,
Form: Prose Poetry
THE sun superbly smiles in the world
The faces of the people become impeccably bright
And the birds brood, sing softly enraptured,
Wet green grass glean with dew light,
Various flowers loutishly bloom bright and fresh
And the dull, dark night stars disappear,
A breeze cuts through the world without brash,
Hearts of people beat lightly the rhythm they endear
And their souls unburdened duly of dubious oppression,
Their formerly bowed backs now straitening,
Some jubilant wiping the sweat of emancipation
From their victorious visages, now blatantly beaming;
And the mountains seem to recede down to plains,
The burly, bullish bushes let sun rays penetrate,
The rivers flow on sun shined land, colorlessly sedate,
Seas now smell of edible, huge fish’
And thence, the long eagerly awaited tuneful liberation
Emerges from the sun-coated east horizon goldfish
Spreading luxuriantly to the west with expectation
Categories:
luxuriantly, hope, life, political, people,
Form: Free verse