She's a girl in a pretty veil.
She dresses herself in blossoms,
treasures those little daisies.
But I see her, soiled,
in a resplendent turmoil.
She's exultant
in a catastrophe.
I would clasp her hand
and run past this dismal truth.
But she has long kept me
her prisoner—
A deity,
one she'd never offer glory to.
She's a winner,
the vanquisher.
And yet all she ever flaunted
were her ruptures before me.
She lives her days in summer,
yet yearns for a long-lost winter.
She cherished daisies,
now she has only ever liked orchids,
the ones that bloom in blue.
She dons her pearl cloak,
yet ruins slip past her pearls.
She's vigorous
within a melancholy,
terrified it might perish.
"Verses in the Ash,"
is where my soul was born.
Where hot coals singed me,
as ashes covered my tiny body.
My soul was,
"Trapped in Your Pulse."
This body has me trapped,
as a helpless baby.
"I am the asylum of your ache,"
in time as it goes by so slowly.
"I taste your truth,"
the truth of life is bitter.
"Where orchids dream,"
is a place I wish I could live.
A place away from the hot ash and pain,
in a place of beauty with pretty orchids.
Love is where orchids dream and roses bloom
offered to the soul
where lover's tongues speak
and moist eyes hold tender whispers
where breath is shared
the universe is folded small around a graceful embrace
of our emotional melody
We cross the heart's bridge as wandering sparrows
looking down on the stream that carries our reflections
toward the horizon
lifted by golden wings of enchantment
into a misty realm
inviting our hearts to a banquet of peaceful fantasies
We drift on wishes of our desires
our senses filled with fragrant perfume
as we dance through the flowers bloom
spinning and spinning
along a cobbled path beneath a night sky
where small lighted candles glow
in our open palms
their glow shines upon our faces
shadows of wonder are captured in the light
as our hearts melt like the candles we hold
summoned by a siren's song calling our names
drawing us closer to forever
trapped in Your pulse
I feel the quiet trembling
of something sacred~
a soft, soulful thrum
where the Holy Spirit
moves like breath
through my heart’s
hidden chambers.
I taste Your truth
in the silver hush
between heartbeats,
a sweetness rising
like dawn-light
on the rim of the soul~
God whispering
in the language of stillness.
I dwell in that stillness~
a place where orchids dream~
the air glows faintly,
petals holding
their own small prayers.
In that pale radiance
I pause sensing the nearness
of the One
who shaped my soul.
from mother's garden
radiant orchids are plucked---
adorning her crypt
10th place premier
Jaws of a shark, a ferocious bite,
Always protecting with all their might.
My teddy bear holds me through the night,
In my garden, orchids and daffodils fill with light.
High on a quaint little hill,
In a quiet, quaint little town.
Wild Orchids, once plentiful,
Were nowhere to be found.
It was a mystery to all there,
So sad, such beauty, now gone.
What once blessed their vision,
Amber sunsets, golden dawns.
A pall fell upon the town,
All their sunsets disappeared.
Such beauty lost, bred sorrow,
As another Winter drew near.
Then tragedy struck the land!
War ravaged their small township.
All young men were called away,
All the women knelt in worship.
Time seemed to wane wearily,
Anxious hearts feared the worst.
Then news came of twelve casualties,
And every heart there would burst.
Twelve, flag-draped coffins, carried,
Every young man, bred and born.
A million tears would rain,
Every broken heart would mourn.
The Winter, bleak and barren,
Each day just like the last...cold!
A lifeless, loveless town died,
Unsure of what would unfold.
When, on a bright and infant morn,
The whole town flocked in waves.
By the light of Spring's first day...
Wild Orchids lined the graves!
True highbrows can't hear commoner's pleas
Stuck sitting on their swanky settees
Status fades as affluence recedes
I'd prefer pink orchids if you please
Elitists applaud wealthy reprise
Fake posers deceive masses with ease
Think that they deserve all that they seize
So send purple orchids if you please
Fools imagine themselves on marquees
Those who would toss it all to the breeze
Who can't see the forest for the trees
Bring me more red red orchids if you please
Cultures erode when no one agrees
Innocence shrinks slowly by degrees
Fairness appears a tawdry tease
I sigh for white orchids if you please
Feel for the needy brought to their knees
My selfish world of ten thousand mes
Flowers fail as empty pleasantries
Making these moments mere niceties
Pure, white and flawless
Fragrant, beautiful to see
Charming to the heart.
Passionate purple orchids wither -I myself am vibrant and moods
Orchid blooms in soothing light,
New year's hope shining so bright.
Elegant petals unfold,
As hopes and dreams take strong hold.
Their fragrance, gentle perfume,
Bringing joy as the year blooms.
In this new year start we find,
Beauty and growth intertwined.
A year of promise and cheer,
Orchids swish, "Happy New Year!"
colours' festival
~ wakes up imagination~
by different smells
the orchids parfum
~wild scent attraction for sense~
glamour to be seen
rich food for many
~flying seeds taken somewhere~
for a new onset
Your divine beauty
ignited my euphoria
in a novel dimension
fusion of your presence
under cloudless climes
a paradox of rarity
possessed by the scent
I’ll be patient waiting
for you to flourish
White Egret Orchids
with graceful
white fringed wings
Orchids
Beautiful orchids in
My garden shimmering in
Sun all the day
Shooting stars in various colors
We, viewers and spectators adore
Gliding at gardens and forests wild
Passersby touch or pick-- all beguiled.
Bunches in lobe petals bloom so bright
Like fairries' earrings worn day and night
I’m madly in love with each hue of these flowers
I’ll get them all for you my love and offer.
Aug. 28,2022 8.40pm
Eight Lines of Rhyme - Your Favorite Flower
Contest Judged: 9/4/2022 1:58:00 PM
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Place 4 (up to 5 multi-w)
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