Beneath the glowing stars
our hearts whispered
the scent of roses claimed our souls
and we caressed the face of love
in starlight
before us was a sea of roses
fragrant and aromatic
a lover's paradise of blooms
that intoxicated us as we fell into the sea
to reveal the passionate universe within
and dream of nectared ambrosia
beneath a heartfelt sky
of wondrous wonder
where kisses were meant to capture
and crushed petals made perfume
filling the air with the scent of roses
As you are my love beneath a full moon
a rendered silhouette in splayed light
our arms are empty as our eyes consume
in wondrous dreams that lay before the night
the scent of fragrant love shares its rapture
fills the senses with our sensual glance
when emotion overtakes and capture
we treasure the heart of our jeweled romance
how quiet and naked is our desire
how tenderly warm our hands are when held
closer to the edge of moments prior
when lips softly touch and begin to meld
as the mouth of lover's drip nectared bliss
slowly their lips will part from their first kiss
sweet is the nectar
chosen you are a flower
milkweed and aster
~
favorite blossom
preference "bee" popular
pollinated plants
~
borage bee come in
inside me lick access my
nectar juices source
~
daisies water me
my patient honey bee year
round my coneflower
~
provide juice for me
ahh! the butterfly and bee
my Blackeye Susan
~
sweet is your nectar
I love beyond your juices
I suck flavor juice
~
preference blossom
chosen you are a flower
milkweed and aster
9/26/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
kaleidoscope view
butterfly flittering floats
suspended in the
~
sky by your nectared
plants ever so
succulent flies and
~
colorful beauty
beautiful butterfly floats
soars spectacular
8/14/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
green meadows waving
bees drink from nectared blossoms ~
elements of spring
April 1, 2022
Nature in Spring Haiku Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
checked with HMS
All Clouds Lead to You
Imagine us, high above the earth,
Laughing on a silver-lined cloud,
Filled with sensuality and mirth.
You, feed me luscious grapes,
With such love and joviality.
Beyond normal,any conviviality.
Gentle droplets of rain, on us fall.
Brilliantly, prism-colored.
They invite me to your lips'soft call.
Where there is joy unsurpassed.
And not the least bit of sass!
Glad to leave the earth behind,
You, the only one, I will love.
For the rest of nectared time.
9/8/2020
Nectared graces overwhelming must
Underline your pulse-halting charms;
Utopian opal spelt by honeyed terms,
Resistless pearl cased in mortal dust.
Fair-miened nymphs kings did melt;
But such sly vixens, like old Phoenix
Acing artful Death's ambrosial tricks,
Would find your rig a conundrum yet.
Dead fancy's fairy in gowns of wool,
Would vote this trim flawless figure
Finer than fiction's gildings meager;
Nature’s art unsullied by apish tool.
Nor would pageant-lauded beauties,
Though posh their foppish styles be;
With roses laureled in limitless glee,
Dim this time's own queen of cuties.
Where lurks this sure paragon high,
Beauty-capped acme of poets' tales;
Yet glamorous and unbeaten in vales
Of breath and death where jewels lie?
Mightier than fibs and sharp swords,
Manacled truth will with time prevail
Against high peak and gigantic vale,
And glossed lips' deodorized words.
Sharper than lucre's nectared studs
Stabs tested truth's right-driven nail;
Till all wrong-worn tongues wax frail,
And fain betray old veneered guards.
Unfettered truth predates olden floods.
Earlier than Noah's Ark and hasty hail
Unbowed stood her long-tenured trail,
Defanging vibes of fact-twisting nerds.
Unbent still won truth's candid cards,
Outlasting every knavish fibbing tale;
And justice bespectacled favored jail,
Where oft cool heels of reptiled duds.
Why not tell it to blank wingless birds:
If stoutest truth's tempest-tossed sail
Long neutered was by wealthier gale,
Over gold's Monsoon-storming girds?
~~~Magna est veritas et praevalebit~~~.
When Cupid comes with arrows he goes straight for overkill
and for this tender type of ailment well there is no magic pill
you have to join the cherubs as they clang their cymbals loud
for Valentine's Day is a day for passion, and for losing crowd
A room full of candles with hearts that are dipped in light
Valentine bonbons and sweetened kisses taking flight
lips of rouge and tender whispers, lovers everywhere
there is no gender when we parachute, without a care
February moments, red ribbon wraps on diamond rings
long proposals on bended knee Sinatra croons and sings
magic spells and velvet nights in love commissioned souls
releasing the splendor of this special day we sappily enroll
When Cupid aims and shoots with bow and golden tip
you have no other choice but to take that nectared sip
come join the celebration heed the writing on the wall
Valentine is a day for loving so go ahead, take the fall .
Written by: Pixie
your eyes, your face, your beauty
my dreams flow to no more than this
in timeless pause
we search the eyes of wants and needs
to find the depth and breadth of our souls
knowing Hell's fires could not release us from this moment
where the universe melts away
and drips nectared bliss upon the skin of our first kiss
held between my silent palms
where the warmth from your face is felt, burning
from soft trembling lips
12/29/19
contest K-old or new
sponsor Constance La France
As a loosed bird and the broad liberties of the sky,
So have been long life’s borderless freedoms and I;
I often have kissed countless trolls’ decoying lips,
And thought their lush mouths such nectared tips.
I severally have ridden on the precarious backs
Of seamless airs and on swift-swimming sharks,
Whereon Fate and Time had gigantic glutting turn;
Soiling the white soul in which raging embers burn.
I never have seen vast humanity’s single heart,
Kind enough to lend even a distant aiding hand;
Always have larger world’s gloatingly fired eyes
Weirdly relished this one-man’s lamenting band.
Never have greenest dreams and rawest sorrows
Met so juxtaposedly on bullish life's shifting plane;
Nor guillotined goals thus defied Destiny’s gallows,
To pay with hope such low lot as only pariahs gain.
He's never alone who with his intact dreams abides,
For fortune will someday show her soft hidden sides.
to kiss your lips, to drift away
and feel the allure of palms burning
soft tremors from love's timeless enchantment
where time trembles, and grows still
to wait shimmering souls
lover's hearts meet in crescendo
to bathe in warm eternal bliss
hunger's fluid floating motion
fill wishful wishes from this kiss
warm nectared petals
where beauty's bare blossoms bloom
plucked from lover's lips
feel sensual sensations
in rendered realms of romance
4/2/18 contest It's All About Four
sponsored by Broken Wings
Because love's desire trembles
like a beating heart in need
I live timeless days and nights
with memories that come like raindrops
that that fall upon me
as I cross empty seas in worn-out shoes
seeking a shore of rising tides on battered canvas
moving towards horizon's thin red thread
searching for love's welcoming arms
that gives birth to blossoms of such fragrance
I will linger and yearn to see tomorrow
For on the farthest hill I saw your silhouette
and crossed the narrow bridge to your heart
like a sparrow seeking refuge from a storm
It was my wish to find you...in dreams of silent pause
where you filled your lungs deep with love's breath
as your eyelids lifted to accept my gaze
in smiles of welcomed silence
like butterflies hovering above a nectared flower
waiting to be nourished...by love
9/8/17
Across the wide meadow of verdant green,
splashes of pastel pink waved in the breeze.
One of the lovliest wildflowers I've ever seen
appeared to ebb and flow like restless seas.
Delicate, the buttercup, its veins finger-traced.
This wildflower beauty with nectared center
stands patiently waiting with an upturned face,
welcoming pollen seekers with, "Please enter."
Enmass they flourish as a grand gift of Nature.
Growing in profusion, untended, they live and die.
They've inspired artists to paint their portraiture,
and innocently open their petals to the butterfly.
April 12th, 2017
Ode to a Flower(s) Contest
Shadow Hamilton
This may be a morning dim,
Yet the sun will shine.
The day has just begun
And all the luck is mine.
The week has just started,
Birds sing in buoyant welcome;
This time around I’ll win
As long as I’m calm.
The month is still virgin,
Not a single day is spent;
I will have all the long days
Till pleasures begin to torment.
The year is new and all is fine,
None of my chances is spoilt;
More pleasured I will be this year
And spend more time under my quilt.
Everything’s unsullied new:
I’ll use every bit with thoughtful care;
I’ll taste all the nectared wines
And feel the whispery music of the air.
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