my words are like the creeping vine of a bougainvillea
they climb and intertwine
words are shadows on the wall of time- poems the flowers
bougainvillea . . .
with thorny spikes like the struggle of life
a nestled bloom within
with a sweet petal protection
hiding the scars on my soul and I am chained to this vine,
scrambling, struggling, colliding and tumbling down
words flutter for release
dripping from my pen a bougainvillea vine curling
I am fighting . . .
for soon my safe fortress will be vine ravaged
with bougainvillea crawling
vines drape over me like a net
yet words still stir beyond this thick curtain of bougainvillea . . .
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March 19, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/Bougainvillia
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1126-004-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Bougainvillea
sponsor, Craig Cornish
Twelveth Place
Teenagers, Gods wonderful treat
They start out as babies
Are always under your feet
But you know they are so sweet
They are our blessings
We can't deny
Even though all they do is cry
First year, second, made it threw
Third year, fourth, getting the groove
Fifth year, sixth, made it to school
Seventh year, eighth, it's running smooth
Ninth year, tenth, there growing up
Eleventh year, twelveth, they don't shut up
Thirteenth year, they hit the spot
Now look what we got, teenager
Teenagers are wonderful creatures
Was put here on earth to be small teachers
Turning their parents gray headed over night
With worry, pacing, and all the fights
But they are our children
No matter what
A blessing sent from God
Each parent got
To nurture, love, and help them grow
And watch our teenagers sow
Their seeds in life
We love them so
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