Short Lushness Poems

like wild cicada
your throbbing lushness reflects
memoirs of twilight...

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Roseate Spoonbill 

Pink wadding bird rosy lushness showing, glowing.


© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 14, 2010

Poetic form: Monuku...

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They say it's French
but it feels more Machismo to me.

You know, that firm lushness
creamy smooth smushiness
moist but not too much
to whet appetite

for more
avocado....

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lushness of seasons
come with motions of the sun
down time's corridors

bees hum and birds sing
among vivid teeming life
petals on the breeze

sunrise sunset days
all based on quantum magic
God is everywhere...

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Spring
in all
its glory
bursts upon the 
scene with vibrant pinks,
greens and golden yellows.
Wisteria's lavender
lushness fills the atmosphere with
a heady fragrance, while nature's choir
of birds and buzzing bees welcomes new life.

3/8/17...

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Oh, tempter, displaying your unripe ruby fruit,
Easy pickings for the lazy, raffish masses
While staying your ripe royal lushness out of reach
Behind thorn barriers to tear the hides of men
Greedy to press their lips against your swollen skin,
Then gentle bite, receive your bitter-sweet reward....

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cascades of color
creates fragrance enigma
bougainvillea

purple sun pastime
and lushness now has a name
sangria dawn fame

peach noon honey glazed
lends sparkle to cherry blooms
like Mars sunset rooms

frozen beauty falls
just past the time of tulips
in gold sun closeups...

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Man the tall mountain,
    
    Protector to pose,

    Flexing of granite,

    Willed flesh to propose.


    Woman the valley,

    Soft curving flow,

    Stretching of lushness,

    Receiving to grow.


    Leave them as different,

    Equal or bold,

    Embracing of matter,

    Completing the mold....

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once was fertile the world 
now nowhere the lushness,
becoming barrenness the womb 
the landscape full of desert flood
drought the throat of flying souls
the gigantic abdomen of the ocean full of food poison 
hemlock- the every roots of the ground 
venom-the breast of pregnant woman 
all, everywhere antiserum weeds!


27.07.2020 Chattogram...

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I sink into plushness
Of soft silky lushness
Of dreamy round clouds
Of angel veiled shrouds

I fly up to meet 
The Man in the street
The rich golden hue
Underneath my soft shoe

I fall down to find
The One of a kind
The Beauty within
The resplendent skin

I reach up to grasp
With deaths’ last gasp
The Hand held to me
As the Man sets me free...

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Simply delightful
Just like trifle
Sticky Toffee
Or even banoffee
New York baked
Yummy carrot cake

But you can't beat the sugary taste
That sticks to your lips and clings to your waist,
Of the lushness of strawberry tart
Tingling your tongue and melting your heart
Crumbling of pastry, licking of cream
Juicy bite of strawberry, heavenly dream

23 Oct 2015...

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My teeth have gotten crooked.
My eyes sport puffy bags.
My lashes lost their lushness
And my neck, once taut, now sags.

My wrinkles now have cousins
Come to line my washed-out skin,
But it isn’t any mirror that
Reveals the shape I’m in.

For that white-haired older lady,
Peering back across the room,
Is the way the whole world sees me
When I’m on the screen on Zoom....

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The rain dashed itself against the asphalt.
Angled, silver, shards, pummeled the pavement,
Pelted puddles in a staccato rhythm.
Rapidly expanding and contracting circles,
Cha cha-ed to the sound of castanets.

Drain grills gaped and filled gurgling.
Geysers erupted from the centrifugal spin of tires.
The din of tin-tapped metal brightened the air.
And with the lushness of life and rebirth;
A spring day dawned....

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Our life-- 
in a poetic form 
follows 
certain rules, 

such as

the do’s 
and don’ts
of love,

and the color scheme, also, applies;

as Ernesto P. Santiago wrote that “in man's 
existence, the most essential thing is love, which 
often goes along with the essence of maturity, 

and it’s certainly best showed with 

infinite sweetness, 
the lushness of heart,
written in red, the color of blood, of which is life.”...

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From wide garden beds little faces rose
To behold my mother’s face.
They knew from where their water came,
So gave to her their beauty and grace.

Though rocks and sand had been her plight,
Before wide rich black waxy loam,
Nothing stopped her loving hands,
Her garden was her home.

Somewhere in heaven is a greenhouse,
With a lushness ne'er here seen,
As mother with her watering can,
Humms amid blossoms’ colors and greens....

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Blooming in the open fields,
pretties fertile mother earth yields,
swaying with a gentle breeze,
a symphony on which my heart feeds,

A tender, loving view for all,
sweet scents you purchase at the mall,
fed with the fullness of the skies,
that drift up high before our eyes,

They feast on the light from up above,
and drink from waters swirling deep below,
Their lushness breathes life to earthy greenery,
Flowers are for you and me....

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