Ruffly and pretty
in the colors of warm bliss
Windblown and silly.
Young, and with life, so giddy
Walled garden in the city.
Doric columns supported the xyst
with ancestral plane trees and boxwood
lining the spaces between and whispering
the secrets of ancient polished stone.
The promenade led to the gymnasium
where zealous athletes of strength and valor
practiced their regiment for the Games
to earn enhanced esteem and station.
So compelling now to amble and hear
their eager, raised voices of so long ago,
echoing through the walled garden
if one remains silent, and listens.
HIS FINGERTIPS
HIs fingertips brush over my shy cheek,
Softly plethoring an array of wordless sound
Into the unresisting ear.
We two no longer strangers meet
In a tactile encounter where
The way leads meandering
Through in pleasure
To an unashamed portrait of paradise.
"Come, taste and see that it is good",
Indeed the nectar of a thousand blooms
Will not be as thirst-quenching
As the hidden walled garden we inhabit
For ourselves alone - an abundance
Of colour and hue invading our senses.
We linger in the centre of things,
To draw our feet into the pools,
Dreaming of new dimensional space,
Where the supreme authority that reigns
In quiet power is what we know from moment
To sacred moment,
The knowledge we possess gives us
A gathered insight into the heart of
Love with no go-between or intermediary,
Love without ending or beginning,
Love that touches the hem of the eternal,
Becoming one with it,
Love that is love personified,
Complete in every way.
a bench with ornate arms and scrolling
bathed in shards of early light
inside four walls of climbing roses
grown entwined and trained to height.
within the silence of mid morning
perfumed heat that melts the hours
attracts the bees that prey and worship
on life's purple passion flowers.
the symmetry of formal hedging
leads the eye in one straight line
to where a sundial in the heat haze
casts its shadow marking time.
the joy and beauty of hibiscus
flowering bright where no one goes
down secret paths in secret corners
where the scented jasmine grows.
Ripe, juicy fruits and passing blooms,
Grow here in the walled garden wild,
Permeated with pungent floral fumes,
Deep hues where orange sun smiled!
Red strawberries and blueberries too,
Blackberries and two big apple trees,
Buttercups, red roses and iris so blue,
As daisies tango of an evening breeze!
Lilacs, pale lilies and orange marigold,
And plump, rich, tempting raspberries,
Forever brimming in old sunshine gold,
With birdsong drifting from pine trees!
Follow the rules
The old man sat in his high walled garden
he had been a traitor to his country not
a stern quisling but enough to be shunned
by the people of this town who had hailed
him a great writer.
His exile was self- enacted he still believed
he was correct his right winged policies
essential for his countries future, but he had
no one’s ear, so he wrote about the seasons
his garden was big and fauns danced
at twilight.
He heard the radio Europe was changing
people were tired of predictable democracy
liberalism, vapid as morning mist, leaders
were far removed from the people, freedom
had become borderless tyranny a dyke that
could not stop the flood of hatred of those
who were made to follow the rules?
Perhaps his time had come the people would
listen to him now.
A very special place, beautiful, magical and withdrawn,
It's happy and content, never sad and forlorn,
I imagine to portray it's perfection will be tough,
No matter how hard I try I can't seem to get enough.
With fields and woods, ponds and ditches,
A stone house, a tower a courtyard that bewitches,
With oak, ash, beech, willow, wild plum, crab and fir,
I lie down with holly, box, yew and hazel, I purr.
An orchard, a walled garden and a small chicken coup,
Kestrels that hover, ravens that bark and swallows that swoop,
Foxes, hares, rabbits and deer.
The sun, the moon, the sky, cloudy or clear.
But most of all when I stumble to bed,
I feel cocooned in tranquility from my toes to my head,
A sensation of floating, suspending in the air,
My paradise, relaxation, serenity beyond all care.
How do I tell you that you’re beautiful?
How can I be different?
How can I express my attraction?
When columns upon
Columns
Of testosterone filled wolves
Dressed in rented Italian suits
And discolored, mesh sneakers
Speak similar flirtatious dialect
Will this baby scented Sunflower do the trick?
I picked it from my walled Garden of Eden.
I spent 4 years mending these butterfly coated petals,
Solely for this moment
How can I express my need for your smile?
When tattered paper donations have been sent
To elicit short-term, newlywed goose bumps upon your flesh
...
May I have this dance?
You’ve never heard this sensual ballad.
But, it’s an element of my Spoken Word
Waiting for your translation
I await your palms,
Because this is not a Man’s world
This can be ours.
But, will you leap off from trampoline’s corazon?
My syllables are in your hands.
My book is within your misunderstood palm paths.
But,
If you’re going to read between my lines,
Do not be illiterate to my heartbeats.
Your move…
©Drake J. Eszes
The fairest of all the roses
in the walled garden’s afternoon hush,
this blossom delicately poses,
making the other blooms blush,
In the walled garden’s afternoon hush,
while standing enticingly
making the other blooms blush,
is a beauty gazing at me.
While standing enticingly,
with her soft upswept auburn hair,
is a beauty gazing at me.
She answers this lonely man’s prayer!
With soft upswept auburn hair;
in her long flowing gown of white,
she answers this lonely man’s prayer,
making the garden grow bright.
In her long flowing gown of white,
this blossom delicately poses,
making the garden grow bright -
the fairest of all the roses!
For the George Dunlop Leslie Poetry Contest of Isaiah Zerbst
The Picture is called "In Walled Garden" See at this link: http://www.ebay.com/itm/GEORGE-DUNLOP-LESLIE-In-Walled-Garden-print-NEW-/190409030838
SONG OF SONGS
Let me pluck ripened apples and strawberries for your delight
And put my hand under your head to soften the ground on which we lie tonight.
You are the white marguerites in my meadow flowing with deep grass,
The melodious tinkling of small bells shaped from shining glass.
Oh, the perfume of your soul is as a thousand roses at sway
In a walled garden on a wet and thunderous day.
Let me not stray from this place for it is the centre
Of the very heaven I hope to find; and when I enter
The dales of Paradise, let me first see
Your sweet face smiling - as it does now - at me.
For you are the heaven I have known
Before I approach God’s golden throne.
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Entered in Sara Kendrick’s Contest "Song Of Solomon"
White rain showered the walled garden;
the bridal bouquet becomes a wreath
Amongst the honeysuckle
and morning dew
A Hummingbird
Of iridescent blue
Darted back and forth
In a garden
Made for you
For, in the walled garden
Flashing blue and green
Red too
The whirr of wings
Hummingbirds are to be seen
Such beauty
That lies in a magical world
For, whirring wings
Iridescence
Flashing green and blue
Lies in you
Such colours
Amongst the flowers
Melted the heart
A Hummingbirds' flight
A joy to see
I sat upon the wooden seat
Wished you were here
With me
A gentle look...
From a girl , so fair
Everything she touched,
she loved too
A chance meeting,
in the walled garden
Filled with Sunfire roses
and foxglove
A knight, fell in love
The beauty of a Sunfire rose
laid at her door
A girl borne on a South Wind
Everything she touched
Everything she saw
She loved too
It was the beauty of nature,
that drew them to the walled garden
A noble Knight
With the kindest blue eyes
Saw Larissa, in the sunlight
A touch of finger tips
A sunset of gilded pink
A kiss upon her lips
A Sunfire rose
Everyday laid at her door
To a woman...
Who touched the heart of a knight
Whom she loved
To a knight...
Who saw a beautiful woman
Standing in sunlight
Larissa
Borne on a southwind
Warm and sweet
A girl, so fair
A girl, so pretty
Everything she touched
She loved too
The Prince of the North
Carried the gem
Through Whispering Trees
To the castle
Passing through Knights and men
From his hand...
A Shadowfires' wondrous light
For love will always win
In the battle between day and night
Across the walled garden
Flowers began to glow...
The Prince of the North
Strode forth...
To the Great Hall
The Shadowfire...
Gave off beams of lilac and blue light
The love inside
Conquered the wraiths bitter night
The Great Hall door
Silently swung open
Faeries danced
The colour bright
The Heartstone,shone
the Dreamstone,gleamed
The battle, won
Under a Heartstone moon
The Aurora Borealis flickered
Faerie light shone
Golden bright
No light could compare
To a Shadowfire
A castle...
Bathed in beautiful light
The passing of the Ice King...
On a wraiths' bitter night
Lilac and blue
Filled your heart
Love too
These things cannot be taken
Only given
If you let your heart awaken
A Shadowfire...
That lies in your heart
The colour known only to you
Forever...
Will love you too
The sun clothed the castle in gold
Before twilight
Magic to behold,
in the time before night
Such a colour to inspire...
A rose...
The colour of sunfire
The Faeries at twilight...
To make a rose, so beautiful
It would shine under starlight
Such a delicate bloom
Soft as a babys' cheek
Magicked by Faeries
A Summer Queens' perfume
A rose to seek
Emerald leaves glowed
Wrapped a rose
The colour of sunfire
In a walled garden,
that the Faeries showed
The Sunfire
Such wondrous light
A Faeries desire
Illuminated the garden
To Heartstones delight
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