Short Stamen Poems
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night flames male stamen
drenching my tender lattice
as bloomed groans explode
Richard Lamoureux's Sekyku Contest
2/21/2017
Soft petals protect a stamen
-- pollinate, procreate --
they cheer the act on
-- reproduce, recreate --
Feel the winds blow
~ soon they'll be gone
burnt orange stamen
six fuschia-spotted petals
stargazer lily
spirit begs for cloudless nights
awaits meteor shower
for Line Gauthier's Bite Size Contest #19
with a yellow trumpet nose and orange stamen
the lovely daffodil lead Michigan’s floral parade
always the first flower to push through to March
natural leader of the garden band
Garden queen wore her florals like a dress
They swirled around in the morning sun
Shaking off their slivers of warm dew
The produce watched in amazement
Wishing they had petals and stamen
Along the roots of an unbidden rain
rises the estranged stamen,
casting its violet shadow
into the cup of tea.
I eat the steaming violet
along with my tea.
From the sanctum of the jasmine flower,
even the winds arise,
wandering winds
and a life strung with severed heads.
stamen spurt pollen like sparks from live embers
florgasmic release from hot, swollen members
flowering sexpots that make noses run
viewed in this manner, just plants having fun
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fun fact: this sings to My Favorite Things pretty well
The pistil and the stamen
stood upright and waiting
for the bee.
Honey, can you pollinate me?
The wisteria pods burst
on the cicada's feet
as off it flew
to more vines so sweet.
Every day
within the play
of insect and plant,
sex provides the wonder
of evolution's dance.
Feel the aurora breeze,
The Universe is a forest of trees
Roots of impossibilities
Infinite uniform black seas--
Petals casting away into Hera's hair,
Condemned to pollinate the air
Rising from the soil of wormholes
Rich in dark matter-- beware.
The stigma and stamen are the vortex,
Under a hex--
Dying indefinitely
The overall cortex.
I want to hold the little wonder
I want to feel the little thunder
Of the strength in the pedicel
Of the union in the receptacle
Of the calm in the pistil
Of the adventure in the stamen
Of the smooth flow in the sepal
Of the endless beauty in the petal
I want to learn of the tubule wonder
I want to learn from the weak thunder
A virginal blush,
blooms sojourn
inside their female purses.
Yet this bright morning,
Adam seems rampant.
Stamen
trumpet a brazen phallus.
A raindrop alchemy,
charms and countercharms.
Roots sift through
the genders of earthy
knots.
By evening, Eve will return
to fold lips
around a twilit womb.
Ying and Yang
have rung their temple bell.
it all begins
as One
the pistil and
stamen
inseparable
within the
white lips
of your
petals
pressed perfectly
paused
perfumed
perfused
by the hint
of desire
to see you
open
unfurled
awakened
moistened
held in palm
of angels
ready
ready
ready to be
born
in the
love of lilies
Originally published in "Dance of Divine Lovers"
Poems of Sacred Sensuality © 2014 Joseph A Adler
I have a bowl for a head
I have a bowl for a head
Hollowed out for flowers
You'd think I'd be dead
I hold my soul in a lotus
My soul is in a lotus
My soul is a redhead
As you already noticed.
In this rhyming epistle
I've got ivy and thistle
Hear a tune that I whistle
To my stamen and my pistil.
Butterflies are my persons
We set out on excursions
Such pleasant exertions
Cuz my head is a bowl.
Rolled twenty four hour emblem
Seraphim wing big bugle salute
Brass hark sinking eve rendered
In mango skin peach bleed fruit
Feeding starved ice vivid sphere
Jelly spread scone sweet revere
Flambe set circle tart crumbles
Untouched chains gold dissolve
Serpent thin silhouette humbles
Orange scorch ball's Hell resolve
Tempers the tepid forget me not
Stamen seed violet hippopotami
7th March
Sunset Marvel
She traces line from terra-forma
receptacle arises
from stalk;
winding flow,
imagery appears as
sepals blanket bud.
Ovule gives way to fruit,
an arising style
with stigma flares pollination;
marriage of pistil and stamen
and a new life is revealed;
a celebratory blush and
petals shield gentility of bud;
light waves meld with pigment,
a thirsty flower births,
sips mother’s milk as
Gaia sculpts her 3D garden.
A vage blush;
her bloom sojourns
within its female purse,
yet this bright morn
Adam is rampant,
his stamen a brazen phallus.
A raindrop alchemy,
charms and countercharms.
Genders gather together
as one blossom on a single stem.
By evening, Eve will return
to fold moist lips
around her twilit womb.
Adam will sleep
at ease in his dreaming sap.
A floral erotica
has climaxed to silence.
Ying and Yang
have rung their temple bell.
Mouth-watering Honeysuckle!
Your irresistible scent lures
Me to your tubular flowers
As you do the lone hummingbird
And moth and for the same reward:
To taste your abundant nectar.
Thousands of your golden flowers
Have quenched my springtime craving
For your flowery sweet liquid
Hidden deep within your dark spathe.
Once more I slowly extract your
Center stamen out through your scape
Dragging behind your small pistil
And the bead for my waiting tongue.
Shards of listening sunflowers, she's trapped in the gardens reflection,
contaminated shattered seedlings was not the topiary's intention,
inside the stamen, her severed particles, causing an afflicted defection,
scraps of glass and plastic lies beneath the roots, depleting the petals complexion,
the world divides into pieces from this stagnant pollution infection.
Date Written: February 23, 2016
For The Contest, Fragment of Life, Sponsor, Broken Wings