Cerulean’s a vibrant hue that sounds so avant-garde;
if it were an aroma, ‘twould be hanging out with nard.
It’s found with fuchsia and chartreuse, out sampling IPAs,
with amaranth and indigo, takes in a Becket play.
It fought with a cetaceous crowd and nearly came up short,
but managed to reduce to ’blue’ their name in lower court.
Give thanks some morphine-addled poet saw it in the skies
and not within the bruises on his muddled lover’s thighs.
Cerulean’s a pigment with the power to compel
a poet to forget himself and fall under its spell.
Categories:
nard, color,
Form: Couplet
Anytime she passes through trees another making it gardens.
First meeting hurt her to imagine.
She knows it's not right but she keeps him right.
Loving him with all her might.
Only for or him to hurt and break her back.
Watching her always bark.
Showing her another he got.
She thought what had she got not.
Pass through hell stones perhaps she will heal.
Fight with urges to have a meal.
Put on a fashion robe to keep her lover.
Tired of seeking through her answer's mover.
Spread the wings of hope,the past hurt her most.
Bothered not who fight to be her host.
She gave him an inch, he took a yard.
She's broken when he make her fall,watch her shine with her nard,indeed she's a bard.
Categories:
nard, 4th grade, boyfriend,
Form: Rhyme
I hear your sweet song in the hum of birds
Come to be mine to meet the stranded bards
To revive life with the buds of nectar
As Radhakrishna's heir come to nature
For two eyes, your beauty is peerless guard
Where the mind is bathed lovely by pure nard
Not in heaven but want the love in sphere
For world we’ll be endless love’s explorer
March 26, 2023
Collaborate With Me Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joanna Daniel
(10 Syllables per line with Rhyme Scheme- aabb, aabb)
Categories:
nard, love,
Form: Rhyme
My thoughts arrive in short, staccato bursts;
the long lines never seem to want to flow.
Macabre at best, generally, worse;
uncertain, the direction they will go.
Romantic phrasing seems a foreign tongue;
a lilting verse on love just comes out forced.
Yet beetles drawn to steaming piles of dung,
as love language, are largely not endorsed.
On this, Hallmark’s most halcyon of days,
pray do not be incensed, thy count’nance marred,
if, in attempts to woo with lofty praise,
I do compare thy scent to fragrant nard.
Penned valentines, a Sisyphean feat,
but you’re my rock, and I, your paraclete.
—————
for the Valentine Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
written on 01/13/23
Categories:
nard, valentines day,
Form: Sonnet
Come from the East, they tracked a star and gave a king their gold.
Then leaving by another way, warned in a dream, foretold.
Another sought him - Rachel weeps; she will not be consoled.
Then frankincense for a high priest, to consecrate the child.
Grain offering: the bread of life was beaten, scorned, reviled.
Propitiation for God's wrath, that we might reconcile.
Last, myrrh, a precious fragrant oil for healing, it was said.
With nard, his feet washed with her tears and hairs atop her head.
When mixed with wine, a bitter gall; with herbs, embalms the dead.
There's naught else mentioned of these men, but this we know is true:
The Magi recognized the signs, and further followed through.
So seek this child; you don't need gifts ~ in truth, He just wants you.
----------
for the Writing Challenge - Write a Christmas Poem Poetry Contest
sponsored by Constance La France
11/27/2022
Categories:
nard, christmas,
Form: Rhyme