Short Myrtle Poems
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Bits of crinkled purple
somersault
doubling the downfall
of faster falling rain
The hummingbird shows me
her green side
Two days in a row
cotton candy sunrise
seen through crepe myrtle trees....
pet pulls me
There once was a turtle named Myrtle
Stuck in a plastic ring girdle
It altered her mass
Into an hourglass
Leaving her deformed and infertile.
Myrtle, the sea turtle
Wore a sports girdle.
With green sneakers shoes.
She ran a fast race
Won for style first place.
Went viral, millions of views.
sad thoughts began to calm down
divorce had seemed like the end of her world
but there is something vastly calming about the sea
Myrtle Beach was healing her gladly
There once was a proud lady named Myrtle
To overcome a very big hurdle --
She inhaled very hard
Sucked up all her lard --
Then squeezed into her wedding-day's girdle
within the city
limits, 55 in 45 zone ...
crepe myrtle limbs sway
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Written: August 7, 2014
The red wheelbarrow
with its cement smudges
and rusty scratches
dwarfs the white rabbit
nibbling young lettuce
covered in morning dew
next to the flowering
crepe myrtle.
spider web hangs from
front porch ceiling to railing....
blooms 'pon crepe myrtle
spent petals drop 'pon mowed lawn
old man stumbles from mower
The Crepe Myrtle bursts
raspberry exuberance
in early August's burning.
Now's when I miss you.
Soon alder leaves like hearts bleed
red, pass my window churning.
8/14/17
A
Row
Of green
With blossoms
Crepe Myrtle in bloom
Magenta against spring green leaves
Evidence of summer displayed in full glorious colors
Spiritual, ravishing love
enthused about Verity.
A modest myrtle
elates the vibrant
leaves of zeal.
Unending forbearance
abides in His heart.
Full of bliss my kindhearted
soul.
finely coiffured hair
blowing in fall's swift cool breeze..
for sale: crepe myrtle
a hint of fall's chill
tinges the leaves crimson red...
auburn curly locks
crepe myrtle
fluffy gorgeous pinks
daring fall
lilac
long time dormant
first one up in May
daffodil
happily waving
feeling her beauty
dandelion
misunderstood and alone
feeling unwanted
Fertile Turtle On Beach Named Myrtle
We finally found out she had been fertile;
And marooned on a beach named Myrtle;
Her spoil;
A big boil;
Each egg did turn out to be a tiny turtle.
Jim Horn
sun greets me warmly
extra humid this morning
air feels muggy
trees at a standstill
not a whisper of a breeze
horrible august
nothing is breathing
flowers praying for some dew
pink crepe myrtle nods
bud
blossom
bumblebee
pollination
monarch butterflies
Queen Anne’s lace and bluebells
dragonflies and damselflies
a gorgeous flower garden
zinnias baby’s breath and tulips
marigolds, crepe myrtle and tea roses
Sukkot's a holiday seven days long
supplies to buy, a home to build
No one's inside in our neighborhood
The fragrance of myrtle
the esrog's beauty
Cornucopia of pageantry
harvest's heavenly booty
Stems of myrtle, mint
Bends and closer he.
One whiff, and delirious:
"Her loving feeling!"
Trunks of ficus*, fir
Draws and cooler she.
One hug, and proudly assured:
"His strength, sheltered in!"
*moreton bay fig
Alas this is a tale of overweight Myrtle
With help from ladies getting into her girdle,
They stressed and strained and pulled so hard,
When an exploding Myrtle caught them all off guard,
The ladies were placed in great peril.
Balms
saunters
besides deep
on a brisk breeze
through her nest of blond acacia saplings
their closeness is kept through striking senses
at scarlet dusk
starry day
fairness
times
Written: February 13, 2022
Winter Wonderland
Winter wonderland, white
icing on brown cake, mister
nor’easter’s icy breath, snow-
tires spin helplessly, caught in
eider down drifts, I would
rather be in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina!
Majestic maple trees,
Mixed coloured autumn leaves.
Mirrored on cool waters,
Montage miscellanies.
Myrtle, flame, silvered streaks,
Magenta, edged with gold,
Moonlight bliss, lovers kiss.
10 / 16 / 2024.
The Age of Man
Is but a brief, abbreviated span
Of seconds ticking in a moment’s course.
Infinity: the final source
Is like a charnel house, with cypress tree
And yew and myrtle, growing in the graves of Space,
Where decomposes Time’s own face.
Crepe Myrtle ablaze, set afire
By sunbeams peeking through
A heavy damp fog that settles
And kisses the fresh dew
Golden leaves contrast the Myrtles
Those leaves on the pecan
And amber needles hang weighted
Lovely in the new dawn