Offshoots Poems

Passion Flowers

They bloomed together
within the same state of mind
though separated
by zones of time.
Sultry words sprouted
sprig-like inklings flourished
as they bound each other
to a burgeoning erotica,
yo florid images.
O such efflorescence!
O how the swelling vine
can cling and clutch
at far distant hearts,
sadder yet the perfidy
of too hungry a need,
for indeed
he also tendered
to many other female offshoots,
and she herself was a veritable
Venus Fly Trap.
In such a way,
they wove their sensual spells,
a hothouse sorcery
doomed
never to be close enough
to ever take root.

honeysuckle tree

honeysuckle tree
blossoms rain on summers day
yellow parachutes

she grows renegade
her offshoots grow wild too
commandeer the yard

Orange Blossoms

On a tree
Overcome by the scent of citrus
Sitting on a branch plucking fruit 
With the rhythmic sound of grass below me 
The wind blowing the grass like waves 
Filling the air with musicality 

The blossoms
Yellow and white 
With the possibility to be greater then buds 
Tightly closed but ready to open
Offshoots of the bigger, stronger branch 
I have this quiet moment to myself 
To admire nature at its finest 
Chewing on honeysuckle 

The blossoms are shaped like stars 
Soft and round petals 
But pointy, 
Permeating through the casing they are trapped in 
A star, that when pollinated, grows
Growing into the tangy fruit that we know and love

Portal of Spring

offshoots and flushed buds
                               a wide stretch of motley leaves ~
                                    woods molting old skins

                                   
                                       a whiff of cologne           
                                       an opera of fliers~
                                    spring's guard of honor


                                      canvas of spectrum                
                                   nature's portrayal of life ~
                                    springs like a phoenix





A Haiku Collection of Three - Nature Themed Poetry Contest
Haiku poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin 
Syllable Count: how many syllables
Date: 22-09-2022

Don'T Be Afraid, Love

Come out with me, my love.
The sun is shining bright today.
Come let’s enjoy the calm
Despite this mighty winter’s day.

     For look ominous dark clouds gather
     On the periphery of the horizon.
     But it will not rain today, it's calm.
     Only wispy white clouds can be seen rising.

     Sure the trees are bare and icicles
     Hang lonely here and there on darkish branches.
     Still there is no cold wind to speak of.
     Leafless offshoots will be still, not one dances.

Come out with me, my love.
The sun is shining bright today.
Come let’s enjoy the calm
Despite this mighty winter’s day.

     Slowly follow the uneven path
     Until a meandering rill we detect.
     It leads towards a homely tavern
     Two cups of hot black coffee we won't reject.

     Night will soon creep upon our cold world
     Back home we must soon repair as the dark clouds
     Silently gather above our skies,
     Back to our home, away from maddening crowds.

Come out with me, my love.
The sun is shining no more today.
Let’s enjoy the calm at home
Despite this mighty winter’s day.

Twigs

as we mortals trim
trees do not pare their offshoots ~
sense of nail and flesh


08 October 2021

Obsession

Obsession

Obsession with "O's"

Oh, obsession’s obfuscating oligarchy
Oceans of oblivion
Outrage in ostentatious obsession
Overrun in hurricanes named obdurate and obstinate
Overtures of oxidized compulsive orchestration in
Obbligatos overflowing obituaries -
Overbearing octaves of the obsequious –
Orations of overt objections
Objectivity overpopulated by opportunistic obtuse –
Obsession outweighing optimist’s objectives –
Openness offspring overrun by
Ominous hunters of sweet oblations ordained
Oscillating between logic and obsession unchallenged
Orthodoxy obscures opportunity
Officially ostracizes open-mindedness –
Original the outsider - occupied the outlier -
Observes only obstructive operations
Obedience to the one-track offertory
Of overstocked outdated ordinances,
Offshoots of outmoded operatic ornaments
Odious opium overdose of the obscene
Onyx odors overpowering odes
Offered on the altar of originality - 
Obliterating oligarchy of obsession 

9-23-21 
Sponsor: Constance La France
Contest:  “O” Contest

Elephant In the Room

By: rontwigger

Never make believe that you do not see
That monstrous elephant in the room.
So you would be cleared in your doom,
Spread the sick beans of someone you'd never be. 

Fuel not the system of, for and by the few
For you know it triggers so much pangs,
Pangs that are the offshoots of their angst
Would never ever be in your court I knew.

Keep calm in your fight against the enormous one
To be the epic victor of the world's history.
By not embracing the attitude of mercury,
You've subdued your foolish fears 'til the end's done.

Now, it's high time to take the elephant out.
In Hades where Lethean waters abound.
And have him drink until oblivion is found
While garbing his ivory tusk and trunked snout.

Familial Relationships

A spider plant* with many offshoots --
The mother firmly holds onto her little girl's hand at the nursery.


*Chlorophytum comosum

Who Is To Blame

Who planted the wild berry bush?
I am not raising my hand quickly 
Yet I know it was me

She has eleven offshoots
Taking over my garden
Ruining my flowers

I cannot annihilate her
Now that she has these followers
And to think I started the whole thing

You As a Tree of Life

Maybe you ignore it.

You as a Tree of Life radiate sparks; 
successive generations of offshoots.
Offshoots of the second, third... generation. 

Sparks of your own greatness 
enlighten successive generations.

Afterwards the primal tree burns and self-destructs
but that beneficial destruction
spreads and radiates over all of them,
sparks alike golden fireworks from heaven.

Poetry Portfolio--Chemical Engineering

I, Davis, am the founding father of Chemical Engineering
It is something that many new scientists find endearing
The American Institute of Chemical Engineering started
When jobs, which I helped create, came and imparted
Unit operations is the Chemical Engineer’s key
To what we are truly desiring and meant to be
Other offsprings of the field are coming nowadays
Process Systems Engineering is one that stays
Bioengineering is another area at which I brought
So many offshoots did I create just by my thought
Chemical thermodynamics sounds hard to do
That is just another thing that I did venture into
This field is growing which I knew it would go
I put everything into it, all that I could know
Have kept an eye out for the difficulty factor
But I have never left this field, I’m not a defector

Russell Sivey

Rooting For 8 To 5

Rooting for 8 to 5

Atop the hill an Oak tree stands tall,
With seedlings dropping to the grown in fall,
While nestled beneath, winters white blanket of snow,
Mysterious rooting begins, with offshoots ready to grow,
Soon on display, Mother Natures’ spring fashion show.  

Written © 1/4/16
Submitted for: Rooting For 8 to 5 – Poetry Contest 
Sponsored By: Nette Onclaud

Farewell, November Trees

 November trees of russet lace,
Where birds roost high on boughs and sing
A hymn for cycle’s  last embrace
That  graces Autumn’s  flight, winging.

Though lustrous fig robed in full bloom
Pours hued leaves from its tinted drape,
As  rush of  stems expresses  gloom
While  flakes descend  to grate, to scrape.

And maple hangs along night’s lane
Each branch a mark of life’s romance, 
When offshoots glaze praising her reign
For days’ ending, a farewell glance.

O trees bow downcast on ash limbs,
Till fall returns, her  chimed promise.



Eve Roper’s Sonnet  11/22/2016

Permutations of Logic

Permutations Of Logic

The     truth   was     concealed    with   many   branches 
hidden  through  flossy  blossoms   unknown roots  to be 
found  holding   swings  charms  and  roundabouts  from 
one  single acorn  to  coax oak and  seedlings once more

Hiding   hidden going   gone   oblivious    and   obviously 
sprouting gently  again from unexpected twiglets’  bright
side   of the sun  dark side  of the moon  meta-morphing
the  bigger  picture  of  life  offshoots  veiled  in  mystery

Some  branches  and  ramifications  were torn  crumbled 
withered like an epitaph of that epic  journey from womb 
to tomb  a foreplay to  afterthoughts hindsight glistening
light  playing  shadows  where  candid  veracity  prevails

The   branches   were    concealed    with   many   truths
hidden through  perceptions un-ventured  thoughts to be
exposed  containing  swings  and  roundabouts from one
singular  premise to  conclusion and take off  once  more

Camouflage Me A Poem contest  -  Theme used: 
The  Truth  Was Concealed With Many Branches
08th August 2016

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