Short Lavenders Poems
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Lavenders “allure,”
they “lure” bees, butterflies, folk,
toxic air immune,
flower on spike, fragrant vent,
evergreen shrub in svelte perfume
when I die
I want the striped planet to come get me
not angels or Jesus
I want the stripes to be pinks, lavenders, oranges and reds
I am particular
a wonderful birthday wedding cake
two celebrations in one
the baker stacked roses and carnations high
in peaches, pinks, and lavenders
delighting she was asked to cater her daughter’s wedding
I spied the pretty painted lady on a summer day.
The lavenders and pinks blew my imagination away.
If this was a bed and breakfast, I would love to stay.
It is not said the owner, so please go away!
Urchin on a cedar swing,
summer mist inhaler,
noonday shriek and frolic,
mother blowing fragrant blossoms
at her golden offspring.
Lavenders amid the shrouded reverie
pave a mystic wonderland aglow
Zombie Jack is the most fashionable ghoul around
He never wears dull colors like tan, gray, black or brown
Today he is dressed in purples, maybe lavenders too.
His stitched up lopsided mouth is looking at you.
Trapped in the chaos of life?
Words echoing in my mind?
Random shivers all the time?
Everyday, I try to revive. ? ?
For what's going on, ?
Need sight beyond horizon?
Maybe no one waters my lavenders?
As I can see it to be.?
Flowers on lovely morning
Fresh from every sight
Field full of lavenders adoring
Flank side of daisies makes eyes excite
Flying kites eyebrows raised playful children
Funny feeling engrain every face therein
Fair standing dandelions beauty glisten
Faint of smile shining from within.
Peonies, lavenders, cherry trees
Clef romancing Pachelbel's Canon behind the emerald maze
Summer breeze Tudor breathe
Vavasour Anne, hail thy Lady!
Homecoming carrage drove by quiet road, thus awakens
Ghouls, spirits, elves, butterflies
Celebrating Hazlewood
For thy Lady hath returned.
The Lavender Scent
dearest, do the walls crawl
with many sutile fingerprints...
sweet one, does the air hold
tightly upon the lavenders scent...
honey child, is it the waft of the spirit
that causes us so much closeness...
alls I really know is I'd rather
never be letting you go, stay angel
5-7-09
Form:
this stained-glass sky was created by a master painter
dominated by azures, purples, lavenders, fuchsia, plums
toward the bottom of the sky was a bit of dull yellow
a sliver of green also reflected in the pond
tall skinny black shrub trees surrounded this magnificence
I began designing my stained-glass cathedral window
knowing I could never do this scene the justice it deserved
My home
Has a low-rise skies_
Three glazed green stars lived in.
The sun laughs at the flanks,
The wind hits wherever wants-
Transparent as water,
Solid as a mountain,
The lavenders smell, plays within.
From the mouths of windows,
Grunts September, chants,
As a melodious tune
My home
Which I coloured by my hands,
Happily holds me, as if I slept
In the heart of a dove
Written by © Fatima Nusairat
Cotton candy colours
stretch across the sky.
The summer heat is waning
as day goes floating by.
Sunsets here are glorious.
Too beautiful to ignore.
So I take a moment to step outside.
It leaves me wanting more.
The violets and lavenders
and pinks of several shades,
they only last a few minutes
as into darkness it fades.
A moment on the deck
to just enjoy the view.
The perfect time of day
to whisper "God, thank you".
horned violets peep
creeping thyme and phlox blossom~
purple landscape glows…
…bergenias stay fresh
lilacs sway midst lavenders~
purplish flowers* reign.
*Song 2:12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.
April 14, 2022
9th place, "A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 4/14/2022.
Lavenders “allure,”
they “lure” bees, butterflies, folk,
toxic air immune,
flower on spike, fragrant vent,
evergreen shrub in svelte perfume
dilute blob oe’r skin,
red blotches, wrinkles, acne,
stoma clogs clean flush,
witch hazel spoon scoop fold in,
with mauve plant a face fillip
Sweet, spiced and salty,
courses, with subtle mint hint,
wild herb a chef’s boon,
its honey glaze gels with greens,
or muffins, waffles, ice cream
Butterfly princess landed in the garden on a warm May day
She isn’t local, must be from an ever land far far away
Her gown was refined, with corals, lavenders and sky blue
She had dainty features, and wore a silver bell on each shoe.
Tinkling while she walked, she approached the lilies first.
They needed a drink, so she stopped and quenched their thirst.
The tomatoes needed weeding, so butterfly princess did that too
She impressed the radishes and carrots. How about you?
alone
I am home
painting
I promised you
I would not panic
my lust for color
now painstakingly clear
I am frantic
the subtle hum
of the wind mixed with the waves
it befriends me
I
I paint for protection
to
to show mercy
not for perfection
but for grace
Grace still, find me
on the spectrum of lavenders
capture this
within shades of darker blues and rich grays
lost
in the sunshine
I am captivated
not anxious
nor gasping for air
nor weeping
nor drowning
Waves of pale blue wafted through the quilted Texas sky
Highlighting the tangerines and lavenders of the evening
Grandpa’s old windmill looked picturesque in the distance
Sundown believes in imagination, adoration and fantasy
I stared into the ribboned distance, wondering if the trees suspected
They had an essential part in the mystique of the moment
Birds were reverent, none of them flew through the backdrop
My camera captured the night’s beauty, but not her silent ambiance
As a shimmering sea mirrored such scarlet sunset wonders,
The last of a languid day, left a sky of livid lavenders.
This calm, capricious, charming act, captivated with color,
That moved on monotonous, madcap waves, in midst of summer.
Purple, placid, pleasing clouds, seemed painted on purposely,
In scintillating, searing, sunset rays, also seen in the sea.
A timeless, torrid, torturous, twilight, farewell surprise;
And the magic, magenta, moment was also mirrored in my eyes!
The sun gleams gold on the perennial clematis,
And bees hum low sucking honey from the lavenders.
A brisk breeze brushes the old sturdy sandalwood,
Accepting their delicate shade from spring sun.
The arch entrance exhales its jasmine perfume,
And lizards climb the stalks and hide in stone cracks.
How pleasant is the large ornamental garden
Where hidden crickets sound their constant song.
On such a day, my soul will find repose.
It seeks meditation as I sit beneath the oak.