Archegonium, arcanum.
Shaped like a flask or tom-tom drum.
Sagebrush and pitcher plant, sweet wine.
Red rhinoceros, yohimbine.
Ricochet, round rebound ride roil.
Oracle, bad dreams within boil.
Karyon, at the center found?
Nucleus, cell. Synapse, surround.
Terminal, termite, thermite, torch.
Chew through the floorboards. Borax, scorch.
Yataghan, yashmak, christen clepe.
Hound, underground linger and leap.
Ktenology by kumiss?
Knissomancy, thy kurtosis?
Yperite, yon ypsiliform.
Poisonous gas, the foe keep warm.
Yonderley yucca, yex yusho.
Stain their skin as you kill them slow.
Xiphoid, thy sword-shaped clenching force.
O katabothron, at thy source.
Xography, cast a xoanon.
Tridimensional, O black swan?
Ballerina, thy blessed balm.
Dancing like dew down frond of palm.
Keckle the kedge, keelhaul the keeve.
Languidly, liquor, lest love leave.
Kier filled with kilderkins of kif.
Cannabis grown by coral reef.
Oceanic rift, occipital.
Taligrade, talionic, trull.
Knarred knobber, knubble. Knor, sore knout.
Krasis, kraurosis. Crisis, clout...
Daddy brought it home to mother
She did not like it at all, in fact it made her angry
Those innocent tough spikey, sword-shaped leaves
Centered with white rosettes in tight buds caused anger
Today when I see those buds appear
I think of you~ Sadness wrenches my heart
You meant well and that Yucca has spread
There are many white rosette buds dripping dew and rain
You called it bear grass while laughing
Finding it in the woods you dug it up
Those rosettes still in bud waiting to open
Mother did not laugh~ she wanted a lilac bush
Years later I told my husband not to dig it up
Let it stay, memories flood my heart, mind and soul
Each spring when the spikes appear straight and strong
Loaded with rosettes of your laughter~ my grief wanes
Then joy fills my being because
Yucca's creamy buds remind me of your love and joy
How your emotions could change
When seeing the beauty of the simple Yucca buds
I think you were a poet and romantic at heart
I know this is not a quatrain but is more free verse.
To me, yea, Iris is like bleu
The scent of yours all imbued
Behold your face all-rich,
When I close my eyes bewitched
Wordsworth's daffodils to me,
Membrane of the eyes of glee,
That gives light to me in turn,
Light that misleads the morn.
You are the genus iris,
With sword-shaped leaves,
Showy colored flowers,
Displaying rainbow colors.
Your eyes green and deep,
Deeper than the depth,
Stilled waters at even,
Eyes, break of the day, enliven.
I see a heart full of love,
With the gentleness of a dove.
Feel, in her eyes, March,
September in her heart.
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October 8, 2014 (A Repost)
Form: Rhyme
Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest: The sweetest touches of verse by Gautami Phookan
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August 31, 2014
Form: Rhyme (Song)
Third Place win
Contest: Song:Craig Cornish
To me, yea, Iris is all alighting
The scent of yours all pervading,
Behold your face chastised
When I close my eyes.
Can’t see you in flesh and blood
But I can paint you in words.
You are Wordsworth’s daffodils
Membrane of the eyes reeled.
The eyes give light at the dawn
The light that misleads the morn.
The eyes green, sexy and deep
Deeper than the depth to peep.
Genus Iris, sword-shaped leaves
Displaying rainbow colors to relive.
I feel March in your swirling dart
September in your pearly heart.
I see a heart full of love,
With the gentleness of a dove,
You be a window flower freeze
I am your summer breeze.
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April 3, 2014
Form: Couplets 10x2
Dr. Ram Mehta
Fourth Place Win
Contest: "If" by seren Roberts
To me, yea, Iris is invisible,
The scent of yours all pervading,
Behold your face all-rich,
When I close my eyes.
Wordsworth's daffodils to me,
Membrane of the eyes,
That gives light to me,
Light that misleads the morn.
You are the genus iris,
With sword-shaped leaves,
Showy colored flowers,
Displaying rainbow colors
Your eyes green and deep,
Deeper than the depth,
Stilled waters at even,
Those eyes break of the day.
I see a heart full of love,
With the gentleness of a dove,
Feel in her eyes March,
September in her heart.
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Fourth Place Win
Contest: Convert a song into lyric by Giorgio V.
*This is the revision of my Poem entitled "Break of the Day" posted on this site in 2005 based on Elton John's Amoreena. Actually it was dedicated to a Denmark Beauty.
**The fleur-de-lis is a stylized lily (in French, fleur means flower, and lis means lily) or
iris
To me, yea, Iris is invisible,
the scent of yours all pervading.
Behold your face all-rich,
When I close my eyes.
Wordsworth's daffodils to me,
Membrane of the eyes,
that gives light to me,
Light that misleads the morn.
You are the genus iris,
with sword-shaped leaves,
Showy colored flowers,
displaying rainbow colors.
Your eyes green and deep,
Deeper than the depth,
Stilled waters at even,
those eyes, break of the day.
I see a heart full of love,
with the gentleness of a dove.
Feel in her eyes March,
September in her heart.
Dr. Ram Mehta
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Tenth place win in
The poem was written on June 29, 2010
Contest: Why Oh Why by The Rambling Poet, Constance
To me, yea, Iris is invisible,
the scent of yours all pervading,
Behold your face all-rich,
When I close my eyes.
Wordsworth's daffodils to me,
Membrane of the eyes,
that gives light to me,
Light that misleads the morn.
You are the genus iris,
with sword-shaped leaves,
Showy coloured flowers,
displaying rainbow colours
Your eyes green and deep,
Deeper than the depth,
Stilled waters at even,
those eyes, break of the day.
I see a heart full of love,
with the gentleness of a dove,
Feel in her eyes March,
September in her heart.
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Seventh Place win in
Contest: My first (second) poem on the soup by P.D.
The Poem was posted on 16-6-2005, the day I joined the PS. The first being Sonnet
written in Optimist Park have been entered in the earlier contest. This is second poem
posted on the same day.
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