Short Bougainvilleas Poems

not left to be tall
jealous of palm trees grow thorns ---
bougainvilleas


19 March 2022...

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The rain washed,
moon. I am going to talk,
to clouds, 
for a pause.

*

A serene 
quietness. 
Rain comes down in rhythmic dance. 
No bird will sing now.

*

I will watch, 
the bougainvilleas. 
Shedding the coloured bracts 
on velvety grass.


Satish Verma...

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Warm sun comforts you
You are all green and light gold
Your beautiful hold

Sunrays on red lips
Buds open out in flowers
My story-stirred hours

And the violet
Bougainvilleas on your arch
In a lovely splurge 

Hold on little more
On your flowing river shore
In your lush lyric
__________________________
O5/5/2016...

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Shadowy figures reflected in the panes
Framed with aloe and bougainvilleas,
Unaware, they move furtively like spirits
Dancing in another dimension of space,
They whisper of happier times long ago
When they were young and I was not here.

written November 15, 2021
in a Puerto Vallarta restaurant...

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Writing Challenge - B Word 
WRITTEN: 1/28/23
 

BLESSEDNESS
Your blessedness and bouquet gift of bougainvilleas 
leaves me breathless
the beautiful and beloved butterfly bereaved 
and brokenhearted sees humanity lying lifeless 
on the bloodstained dying fields of greed
the perpetrator’s brouhaha will die with their arrogance
without blessedness...

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Morning Sun to Wash My Skin,

Air So Crisp and Clear.

Musical Songs From Every Bird

Soft Laid Upon My Ear.

Bougainvilleas and Magnolias,

Beauty From Every Shore;

Upon My Face, all Heaven Placed,

I Could Not Want for More.

Yet Somewhere Someone Waits For Me, 

For Whom My Heart Completes

Who Sees In Me The Birth 

Of Every Moment 

Their Heart Beats....

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I love Bougainvilleas
Mighty thorny showstoppers
Though be careful if you come in contact
As they will cut you good and proper!

A flower of such magnificence 
With a defiant mind of its own
Growing fast and wild
Uncontrollable left unattended and alone!

Miraculous colours abound
Pure nature personified
Occupies it’s space with perpetual colour
Portraying independence and pride!...

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Consensual drop.
White bougainvilleas
were falling
on green eyes,
as I climb the sun.

Not a loss.
The seeds will carry
an image of a fallen
hero on the hairy chest
of a spilled sperm-

into the rippled lake
of a crowd chanting the enemy’s
death. The heritage
of corrupt state will bury
the memorial of a honeycomb.

Do you hear a meltdown
of an ululating monk ?
A piercing trill comes from
a scalp scooping the wardrobe
of a dethroned king.



Satish Verma...

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