Blue blooms shine blue sapphires; red buds resemble rubies.
Leaf blades, tinged with diamond dew drops, tease the gentle breeze.
Green and yellow combine and coalesce to form green gold.
Glows of silver and gold flow through petioles uncontrolled.
The environs, with rainbow dust, create celestial scenes.
Kaleidoscopic paint drops ripple over crystal streams.
Pieces of peace pass through the concords of the moon and stars.
To swim into this sea of stillness, I feel no age bars.
The blood-red moon, merged with the sky, seems to sing lullabies.
For their late entry, the grey clouds humbly apologise.
Soul stolen body bemused I do not know what to say.
I stay there for a long time, like a child who lost his way.
Categories:
petioles, moon, nature,
Form: Rhyme
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Another streak of blazed discovery
tumbles upon this month's vanishing ember,
that I gaze at an abandoned coastline
washing off this season's tanned mist
with August dimming its flame:
An assemblage of blossoms poses to reveal its paling watercolor tips
bending like petioles of goodbye,
air- smoked by evening 's approach:
I feel the minutes pass in quick response...
where a different flavor breathes to
change the raw tempo pervading through
this season's reign, lusty and free--
Another cycle heralds a call, and yet
it cannot be the end of summer...
my heated fields are still aflame,
this mouth hungering for passion kisses on nights of fire--
The thrill of a sizzling landscape remains unfinished
when rosy summer lingers on my mind...still.
Categories:
petioles, august, goodbye, seasons,
Form: Free verse
Leaves-piles are seen plenty in our place,
During summer or winter or spring or autumn's race;
Our games of any sort in fall are incomplete,
Without hiding within or beside heap of leaves-suit;
Jumping within leaves-piles is true fun,
As though slipping through bed-sheets velvet-spun;
Sometimes their dry-hard petioles poke,
Who minds it, when exhilaration constantly does provoke?
Occasionally from under a stray leaf a disturbed spider creeps,
Or a snail, in surprise, from within its shell peeps;
We continue, as though we're not worried at all,
Who, for this sake, can afford to miss true fun of the fall?
Competitions are parts of such pile-jumping,
Who does faster and finer and without any bumping?
Who lesser shatters the labyrinth around the heap?
Who could longer within the warm pile sleep?
Thus goes our jumping and leaping game till moms call,
Each one, as though deprived of great treasure, does crawl;
We impatiently wait for a new day to dawn soon,
That we might resume our games within leaves-dune…!
08 September 2022
Fall Flavors Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Categories:
petioles, autumn, fun, life, nature,
Form: Free verse
That skin-and-bone-like,
Chocolate-colored veteran,
Fragile personality accession;
Ascends tallest of palms,
Committed to toddy-tap,
As it’s his hereditary profession...!
Driving upward and down,
Like a smart willing monkey,
He reaches the highest of height;
Sitting over the petite petioles,
As though it's a comfort car-seat,
Sets all spiders - meshes aright...!
Clears the now-soiled toddy-pots,
Crops the prolific flower-stumps,
Rectifies, like a surgeon, all clots;
Goes around the fronds gliding,
As though skiing on sky,
Support of nothing but angle-knots...!
Of all measures that attracts me,
Is his hurdling noble gallantly,
From one tree to another,
By way of stem-bridges;
There-from, like a rat,
Or as a missionary-squirrel,
On hard earth he reaches,
As though in water, he ditches...!
17 January 2022
Categories:
petioles, adventure, courage, life,
Form: Free verse
Color-change radiance of wondrous reign
showcases Autumn’s marvel to the sight
grandeur of nature midst glowing terrain
exposing sovereign artistic might...
God’s design for distinct season*’s delight.
Beauty of Fall surely shines in each hue
as bright leaves of magenta do prevail
along maroon petioles bidding adieu
while boughs of crimson and scarlet scale
yield toward pale russet or auburn’s hail.
Foliage exudes transformation bliss
midst phenomenon that’s iridescent
environment's creative work not to miss
making souls bask in festive Autumn scent
gracious moments packed with precious present.
*Ecclesiastes 3:1 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.
October 20, 2020
9th place, "Autumn" Quintain (English) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Francine Roberts; judged on 12/2/2020.
Categories:
petioles, appreciation, autumn, blessing, christian,
Form: Quintain (English)
A thousand dots of bulbs flutter wildly
exploding into my summer’s redness
to gather awed murmur upon these lips,
my amazement tossed beyond open sills—
How I watch you glitter from a dance
as late afternoon spreads the outline
of your voluptuous curves tapping
beneath warm sunset now giving way
to that quickened female rush ...Just then
against gauzy light—a steady pause,
another different movement quite innocent--
weaves on fine voile of your tiny bosoms...
Until comes the stillness. The nobility
enhanced by caressed petioles
delicate as slow flame unto night’s halo:
I claim tranquility. I become meditative
unaware that grind of day tears my sensibilities.
O you, dear Asian vine grant quiet radiance
hanging leisurely through my window's slumber.
4/03/2019
Written for Craig Cornish: Bougainvillea Contest
Categories:
petioles, dedication, flower,
Form: Free verse
Roses were glazed red
My fertile heart to woo
Cankering jealousy did spread
Bright petals now jaundiced hue
Violets were silted blue
Noble ambitions to thread
Blossoms with intemperate juices did stew
Now mildewed petals cloak our shallow bed
Tulips were glossed yellow
My cerebral chords to cue
Anon, savory tips did mellow
Now stale cortex in dark milieu
Carnations were flossy white
My purer instincts to hew
Your waxed petioles lusty suitors did invite
Now browning leaves on tendered stems accrue
Now barren soul rimmed by bland fescue
Heart heavy from chilling night's dew
No garlands around glib psyche to strew
Only drab, dense weeds to bid me adieu
Categories:
petioles, angst,
Form: Rhyme
Through each passing night
I profess the songs of my spirit
Into the darkening sable skies
Ever higher and uninhibited
A complete release of each aspiration
Reverberating into faint perpetuity
Softly through the damp silken strands
Through the restive web spun of today
My pining hopes softly tumble
Petioles of desire’s violet blossom
Onto the sleeping eyes of reverie
In perfumed hopes my essence stirs
Here I beseech the untapped promise
In sweet mint blossoms of Black Birch trees
On the seashore I profess my passions
To the moon I rise and fall in the reverent waves
Categories:
petioles, faith, hope, inspirational, nature,
Form: Free verse