white roses
profusely bloom~
s
u
m
m
e
r
in garden beds
exquisite their scent~
sweet perfumed
fragrance
in sunlight
they thrive
kept alive
far longer
in Nature's fingers
than in a crystal vase
s
w
a
y~
on stems in the wind
*Written in Edward Ibeh's unique 'Yalto' Form.
blooms in profusion
songbirds serenade at dawn ~
quickening of spring
purple profusion
pine green supported....
hummingbird's whirrs
A profusion of great heat
Rose up and oppressed my mind.
So few were signs of retreat
It stifled an alarm seldom heard.
Philosophy says the mind
And body are two different entities
And it’s not meant with scorn
But Invincibility disagrees.
profusion
camelia's pink blossoms....
30 degree night
P
R
Orchestra blazing Mozart, overtures fill a pining heart,
F
U
S
I
Overwhelmed ventricles part, passive piece a le carte,
N
By David Kavanagh
Kim’s Acrostic Play
Poetry Contest
09/11/2020
'Tis no collusion in the collision
or delusion in the decision
But the effusion of elision
in the intrusion of the incision
Accents the protrusion of provisions
in the suffusion of supervision
By which diffusion of division
in the exclusion of excision --
All goes to show
the profusion of confusion
~ in this here revision!
Poppies in Profusion on the proud chests of the Brave
Old and aging survivors, of a time when things were Grave
Stones on a hillside, edelweiss under Moon
Light on a bomber’s wing carrying canisters of doom.
White hot flames of children, screaming
Blue murder in the darkness, instead of dreaming.
Nightmares manifest in visions real, or of pretence
Starving, bloated young ones, strung up on a fence.
A fence, THE fence, a barrier between your land and mine
A hatred, a blaming, wrath crushing grapes into wine.
Perhaps your thoughts are different, the way that things are said
Somehow it makes no difference, for we both bleed blood…
And it is Red.
The blood which flows to the horse’s halters in the Valley
Of Death, with notches on a sickle for a tally.
What glory now?
It is drowned, in the red of the blood
Of the Poppies in Profusion: a war memorial in flood.
A profusion of sweet kisses
So that your heart is won
A profusion of caresses
To make you come undone
A profusion of lit candles
To bathe in softest glow
A profusion of warm colors
To make excitement grow
A profusion of tempting sounds
To move you with delight
A profusion of floral scents
To revel in tonight
A profusion of desires
To make this time divine
A profusion of tasty treats
Simply because you’re mine
Eileen Manassian Ghali
an early summer storm
white flurries over the lawn-
ah,the philedelphus blossoms
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