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Waves eroded the stones
on the shore line where
for ages the days and nights
had been subject
to the tides of the sea.
Such habits of the sea
the high tides
and low tides
make the hungry visiters
here caustious
they gather here in morning
to harvest the crustains
for breakfast
somemussels, periwinkles, limpets,
and oysters, naturally live and cling
to shoreline rocks in intertidal zonede
puration or purging
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Pateuxent County Md.
My dreams are to swim in stars above.
Just to gaze at starry sky :I love.
Wonderful blue sapphires to twinkle
like clusters of pretty periwinkles.
In charcoal night solemn solitude
stays in serene sublime placid mood.
Phases of Moon not that important
Tapestry of stars always to enchant.
From garden comes jasmine aroma.
Up above starry panorama
Pristine peace , I can feel as best bliss.
Flashed sweetest memory of first kiss.
Hazy silhouette spreads on Milky Way .
Cosmic glaze of distant stars to sway
with reminiscence of my amour ! Though
long lost : Only despondency to glow.
Come and climb these
Broad bony branches and
Have tea on this tree
with me,
Let's talk our hearts out
Into the poems unsung.
Sleep silently singing in my sizzly eyes,
Sleep might snap with some pumpkin chai,
The sun is seeping in my sulky bones,
Soon the milky moon will mysteriously be alone,
Here, have some squishy scone
While the sun is setting sleekly,
I reckon we should have tea weekly.
Sandalwoody sultry summer,
Hyacinth, hibiscus and hummers,
Poppies, primroses and periwinkles,
The night in esoteric eyes twinkle,
Starling singing on a starless night,
No gloom, a moon , no light,
In this sordid slumber silence,
I can hear your eyes speak.
Let's tell each other
All our hearts hanker
To say,
Drink tea and recite
The poems and make
No delay,
I'll have chamomile tea,
I'm not Mrs. Bennet
But it'll calm my nerves,
You like your tea with herbs,
Spearmint, rosemary and thyme,
And make sure the poem rhymes.
"My soul ceases to stroll ~
in the ruffled leaves of lotus letters,
whose paper sun
has never surfed to your seabeds..."
~ quote by the poet.
Say, I'll be the saviour-spell
...for your champagne stars, sinking
in eyes eclipsed by cupid
where orphans of daylight, dwell
when I am nothing... but pain
a puppet princess, dethroned
I dream to be your heartbeat
...pearled in peace periwinkles
when poetry is Psyche
...freckled in my fogged marrow
and petals fall, pulse by pulse
ink me feathered, in grape-golds
if the hydra hymns forget
to breathe my name in silence
O' love, I'll bask ~ laced with lores
healed in you...like a poem
On the back of her pony
the universe lay
comets and starbursts above
periwinkles below spreading love
O, princely pinto
you're all I need
Gallop the galaxy ~
mane streaming free
Candescence
Auburn plains spread before me while the sun dips in curtsy to the moon.
Violet hued reds against pastel periwinkles radiate out in a cloud of color amongst the obscuring fog, becoming spirits.
The weeping willow bows in its lonesome and waits for autumn's death driving gaze.
The warm grasp of steaming apples and the cool whisper of winter's arrival blooms moments so unique and so familiar.
Cinders and ash pierce through cavities barren and hallowed by years of sheltering storms.
Proffered supplies of acceptance present problems for denial.
Piceous
ON STARRY NIGHT
Starry night.
Darkness fights.
Sapphires shine
glow. glisten.
Periwinkles
to twinkle.
Moon crescent
looks descent.
Ambient
Calm silent.
Tranquil:
Peace to feel.
Stream flowing
Breeze blowing.
Ripples gleam
in Moon beam.
Waves on haste
propagate.
On stream strand
couple stands.
Two dreamers
Leaves murmur.
Happy pair:
Drowsy stare.
Face to face
Tight embrace
Kiss with thrill
Love to seal.
09/ 16/ 20
First Place
'Threes Please' Contest by Beth Evans
'Completely your choice (37) Contest by Brian Strand
Garden is set for my dream to carry.
Flamboyant, Magnolia standing proud.
Butterflies fly, grasshoppers in hurry.
Slow snail dumb on ground, flocks of birds chirp loud.
Periwinkles twinkle as glance of Mom
Garden is set for my dream to carry.
Scent of gardenia reminds Grand Mom.
On the swing sits my daughter: Fair Fairy.
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On nascent leaves crawls caterpillar hairy.
Fragrance of Jasmine brings blessings of Dad.
Garden is set for my dream to carry.
Greeting grassy blooms, non-mowed lawn feels glad.
Torn rose petals in amorous essence
to reminisce lost love under sky starry.
Glowworms shine in bio-luminescence
Garden is set for my dream to carry.
Soul,
"Even the mind fades with time . There’s no escaping it. One has to make the most of it (the mind) while they still have time and some youth left. What stays beautiful is the soul." LLB
Laid down with the dropping of the ball
the joyous clinks ringing in a year,
party hats, strange first kisses,
inconspicuous memory lapses,
time marching on,
in seconds it all but disappears
fresh starts, disrobing dissertations
interludes
listening to music, assessing the wind
moments meant to be held
not without meaning
sharing what we have
not what we have not
pressing your being on top my chest
laying claim to your riches
engulfing the scent
for you alone it carries my name
twinkles amid periwinkles
surrounded in a gaze
pure harmony and grace
a place
to call more than just a home
the bells of Saint Raphael are ringing
gently, my heart beats in tune, singing
flowery words quietly are filling up
the vastness of the oceans
there is no need to rush
slowly we build
fortunes fulfilling foundations
freedom to breathe
forevers to live
Moon,
Through the periwinkles it rests
rich, red, radiant, persuaded
in lines
we soon would not forget
jubilance unfurled
a jade resemblance of romance
resounding and reminiscing
in every word
in every field
in every feel
the moon gifted to my hand
brilliance burst at the seam
of time
of rythmn, of rhyme
reflection of sun, not
but an inflection
of what has just begun
hints of honeysuckle
dripped upon your trail
where lost can be found
and the desperate resound
sun showers have turned on
heat of the night warms up to the day
take no mind, birds, or what is sung
flawlessly,
all your flowers have sprung
I was wandering a meadow,
Rather far away from home—
Still I had no destination,
Save for this, to simply roam.
And so it was I wandered,
Then I wandered even more—
Discovering the grandest things
In my efforts to explore.
And about the vibrant meadow,
I discovered something new—
The daffodils were yellow,
And the periwinkles, blue!
So it was I learned a lesson,
As I did, when but a child;
No artist has yet fashioned—
What it is painted in the Wild!
Periwinkle
Growing in my garden in the Texas heat
blooms of periwinkles so petite
lavender and pink and white
ever smiling bright
in array
luscious
grand display
showing graciously
bowing ostentatiously
to the summer breezes blowing soft
greeted by the puffy clouds that drift aloft
July 3, 2019
Blue it is, when turquoise sparkles its thoughts,
Blue are the skies of romance, when lovers walk, hand in hand.
Blue, though in vivid contrast and saturation is the ocean,
Blue, very blue: forget-me-nots and periwinkles too.
Blue skies so bright, warm and welcoming, behind the sun’s guiding light.
Blue are the skies that glow in a little child’s dream,
Blue are oceans that roar their stories of power,
Blue, still it glows over the bright red sunset when lovers kiss.
Blue is the velvet of the breeches of royal footmen, glowing all its different hues.
Blue is solemnity, colour of sadness and despair…
Blue, through all its breathtaking hues...
Colours our lives with its own radiance.
01/05/2019
Blue contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish
Reflection of Dreams
Our dreams reflected on the shallow pool.
Wild elephant grasses in panorama.
Spent myriad moments, beautiful!
Pink Periwinkles spreading mild aroma.
Shadow of broken bridge partly visible,
reflecting shape of an eye just under
round stone at the edge looked like black pupil.
We got amused observing eighth wonder.
Enjoyed the kaleidoscope of butterflies.
Fed ducks-ducklings, listened to loud cricket.
Swift squirrel scrambling, scudding, climbing trees.
Dreams reflected on two hearts. Days went great.
On the broken abandoned bridge we met
to experience first kiss on First Date.
06/23/17
Prior to March
Sunlight streams brilliant
Streaked silver veils.
Periwinkles bloom in amber dew;
Glossy azure blossoms
Rusty vermilion.
2/20/2017
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