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Poem Details | by elizabeth wesley |
Categories: love, heart, song, green, heart, love, song,


Enchantment of magic’s sweet passion has bound me
With minutes and hours I now must reclaim;
Spellbound, love calls to the spirits around me
And drifts into dreams at the sound of his name.

The breath of his memory awakens from slumber;
I hear the soft whispers of a loving refrain
That stirs in my heart such an infinite hunger
With incense to scent each exquisite strain.

The face of my love comes back in a vision
With sounds of his voice in the soft grey gloom;
In a twilight of stars when the scent is Elysian
I wait for him under the plum tree in bloom.

So hushed is the flute of a love song enchanted
With music he played when his mouth was stirred;
 I now hear the song so tenderly haunted
Invading my dreams with all that I heard.

As green leaves and blossoms twine and are braided
The strings of my heart have come undone;
When the lush of the green vine is woven unfaded
The binding of my heart with his is as one.

Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: appreciation, beautiful, life, love, music, romance, song,

We Found Paradise, Its Valleys Wide And Soft Green

We Found Paradise, Its Valleys Wide And Soft Green

When your heart sang to this downtrodden and lost man
singing birds stopped singing to hear that melody;
I was broken, walking through life without a plan
if sorrows were a joke, I was their parody.
Your kiss, healed aching pains, misery's deepest pits
before, living was raging hell, a sad lost cause,
blows falling, longer they came, harder their swift hits
life had been torment, day and night without a pause.

My darling, your gentle touch cast darkness away
dawn's sweet songs began to enter this renewed heart
each singing note, romantic blessing sent my way
we had love and life, beauty at each magic start.
Each moment a dance, a waltz that was heaven sent
I joyous prisoner of my Amazon queen;
all my mistakes, this soul did so gladly repent
we found paradise, its valleys wide and soft green.

No bars needed, love cast its beloved spell
each night this appreciative heart sang anew,
you are the rarest pearl, I your protective shell
with you by my side, gifting bliss long overdue.
In dreams, we see our future, its wondrous treasures
dance floors of solid gold, you the belle of the ball
my fantasy queen giving love's joyous pleasures
of my life before you, I now have no recall.


Written for Teppo Gren's -- Evergreens # 4 Cilla Black Poetry Contest
Inspired by all three wonderful songs...

Poem Details | by Terry O'Leary |
Categories: green, lost love,

Green Spanish Eyes - Part 3

Continued from Part 2
Ah Consuela! I’m watching as lightning at midnight in green Spanish eyes
kindles cracks within crystals like flashes from pistols
                 residing inside of the gloom
as it hovers above us betraying a dove as
                 she flees from the fountain of doom.

Ah Consuela! I’m watching, distilling despair in her green Spanish eyes,
and the bitterness stings like the snap of the strings
                 when a mystical  mandolin sighs
as the vampire shades suck the life from charades
                 neath the resinous residue skies.

Ah Consuela! I’m watching, she looks to the ledge with her green Spanish eyes,
for the terrace hangs high and she’s thinking to fly
                 and abandon fate’s merry-go-round.
At the edge I perceive her and rush to retrieve her –
                 she stumbles, falls far to the ground.

Ah Consuela! I’m watching the sparkles a’ spilling from green Spanish eyes.
As I peer from the railing, with evening exhaling,
                 I cry out a lover’s lament – 
there she lies midst the crowd with her spirit unbowed,
                 but her body’s all broken and bent.

Ah Consuela! I’m watching, she beckons me hither with green Spanish eyes,
and I’m slightly amazed being snared in her gaze
                 and a’ swirl in a hurricane way,
but the seconds are slipping, my courage is dripping,
                 the moment is bleeding away.

Ah Consuela! I touch her - she weeps tender tears from her green Spanish eyes;
as the breezes cease blowing, her essence leaves, flowing,
                 in streams neath the ambient light,
and the droplets drip swarming, so silent, yet warming,
                 like rain in a midsummer night.

Ah Consuela! I hold her, am hushed by the hints in her green Spanish eyes,
while her whispers are breathing the breaths of the seething
                 electrical skeletal winds,
and the words paint the poems that rivers a’ slowin’
                 reveal where the waterfall ends.

Ah Consuela! I’m fading in fires a’ flicker in green Spanish eyes,
as she plays back the past, she abandons and casts
                 away matters that no longer mend.
And she reached out instead, as she lifted her head,
                 and we kissed as she parted, my friend.
Ah Consuela! I’m tangled, entombed, trapped in tales of your green Spanish eyes,
in forsaken cantinas beyond the arenas
                 where night-time illusions once flowed,
for the ash neath my shoulder still throbs as it smoulders
                 some place near the end of the road.


Poem Details | by John Rhinem |
Categories: hope, life, love, timebeautiful, beautiful, love,

The Forest Green....

As early dawns sunlight, of golden glass....

Now drips from the ambient forest of green

Showers of light reflected, from across the pond

Gazing amid the cabins threshold; these love laced thoughts

A nightingale lingering; singing atop the windows ledge
Faraway whispers, from the preludings winds of time....

Ushering these images, beyond the corridores of ones soul

Still waters resurgent; resplendent, upon the silverish blue

Alluvions resillence, painted in criterion before my eyes

Lavishly renewed colours, brushed gently this heart of mine....

Fireflies and butterflies, floating through the turquoise sky

Melodies atop this brilliant canvas', carousels of life ~

But, as the pendulums gravities of truth sway inside my mind

I find myself within a fortitude of ponder; fortified
By the realization that not all is fairytales and or, ice cream rides....

Pestilence of plights befalling millions and who's wrong or right?

Thus in the referendum of self, one must choose and decide

The ways of justice, balanced upon the scales of conscious

Betwixt the pabulums dividing lines of love and hate?

And a poet writes....

Peering across the pond unto the other side

Beautiful faces beautiful eyes, beautiful hearts and beautiful lives

Red Robins sing and White Swans they fly ~

Embracing them all; this knowing; these treasures inside!?


The forest green....

Poem Details | by Bernard Colasurdo |
Categories: love, metaphor, romance, green,

Kaleidoscope Dreams

Green…you always reflected in my peripheral
And kept watch as I tried to color my world
But there I lay in my blacks and my blues,
lifeless and faltering In monotone hues.

Through kaleidoscope eyes, I envisioned my skies
But the pot at the rainbow was storybook lies
so with nothing to gain and nothing to lose,
I just shuffled around In my blacks and my blues.

Never did I imagine you!, Green… to be my savior
But there you arose, out of my dark abyss
With your bottle green dress and scarlet kiss
Your emerald  green eyes and unbridled bliss.

Now my kaleidoscope dreams have all been unfurled
Since you Green, have colored my world
You rescued my heart, Green
You rescued my heart.

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: green, heart, love,

My Wild Irish Heart - Kelly Green

My wild Irish heart - what could it do
that March when into my sweet girlhood blew
euphoria to make my heart careen?
Oh, heart as fresh as clover - kelly green -
when zephyr brought its scent of something new.

The breeze caressed me; all was made askew,
for what it had been carrying was you!
Beneath my tender breast there throbbed, unseen,
my wild Irish heart.

You bridled it and then you pierced it through.
Yet wilder than before and tough it grew.
For in your aftermath, I was to glean
the lessons that my youth had not foreseen -
and evermore would pulse in me - now blue -
my wild Irish heart!

Originally For Sandy Ivy's Go Green - what green means to you? (new or old poem)Poetry Contest  and now for Linda's Get your GREEN on!!! (Get into the spirit and Go Green) Happy March17 (old/new poems)Poetry Contest

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: beauty, gothic, green, imagination, love, time,

The Stalker

The Stalker

She sat quietly in her cottage house
I tried to be silent, not to rouse  
She was who she was, serene and my darkest luscious dream
Her heart may be broken, her desires were my theme

    A princess from the Celtic isles

I had no words, only wishes
Why if she’d have asked Id have done even the dishes
I followed her heart, soon she shall know
I will disappear like the wind, or ask her to throw

    Holding hearts of the ancients in Aix en Provence

I entered her room, like a thousand years before
With a fire burning brightly in my skies
I hold in my hand, my heart, that beats and cries
She saw the depth of the sadness in me eyes

    Sword of the Celt, in the river of Loire

I knew her as a girl in a dream long ago
A ghost whom I buried and forever let go
Wasn’t sure she would sense it was me
Running away for love, longing to be set free

Would she long for me now? Would she open her heart?
Darling, with a kiss a new life we shall chart

    The battle cry of a lovers pain, drowned with bloodstain


A princess from the Celtic isles
Holding hearts of the ancients in Aix en Provence
Sword of the Celt, in the river of Loire
The battle cry of a lovers pain, drowned with bloodstain

Poem Details | by Lu Loo |
Categories: color, green, love, passion,

Love Is Evergreen

United Colours: Green
Sponsor: Silent One

Escape with me into tranquility, my sweet, 
relax with me inside your vitality and growth.
Lead me into your emerald world,
full of balance and harmony.
Of all the seas I've sailed, your chartreuse
island seems to be the most romantic destination.
The seaweed may create difficult tides,
but our perseverance out shines resistance.
For my yellow has mixed with your blue,
and our love created natural green, 
full of prosperity and abundance.
Our wall built from olive branches,
proceeds to block out anything
that would get in the way of our wealth.
Our four leaf shamrock, I hold in my 
locket, wearing it while I travel this
journey with youHeal me with your moss, 
a stable piece of nature laid out for our fertility.
Oh, lift me to the top of our snow capped pine trees
All things green...has saved our souls...

Different Shades of Green:

1Emerald  2Chartreuse  3Seaweed  4Olive  5Shamrock  6Moss 
7Fertility  8Pine

Date Written: March 1, 2016

Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: brother, daughter, father, history, husband, life, loss, lost love, mother, people, places, sad, sister, son, wife

Marble in Columns on Green

On a slope graced with green
White marble stands in proud salute

For beneath these engraved pillars of memory
Lie the resting places of heroes

A solitary green fir looks down
As if sheltering the lost and the taken

So many names, from all walks of life
A father, brother a girlfriend or wife

On a sunny day, they glow radiant like their lives
On a dull day, they stand out against the greys

For the living, life goes on 
Tomorrow is another day

Poem Details | by Teddy Kimathi |
Categories: funny, funny love, green, humor, humorous, imagery, relationship,

Theory of Greenness

"What do we have for breakfast?"
"Lettuce and cabbage juice!" she
replies excitedly.
She had forced him to change
his blue pajamas to green
pajamas, then he returns
to bed -
the bed had to have green sheets,
green bed cover, and a green
"Why do you do this to me?!" he asks.
"I was born in StPatrick's Day!!!"
she replies.
He can't wait for a green light
to escape a world where
everything he hates is green.
He's afraid he's lost her love in the greenness....

Poem Details | by Christine Phillips |
Categories: change, corruption, lost love,

Green is Healing

At the end of the finishing line, 
a deep grouchy voice thunders in my ears
and said, “Welcome home”.
I stepped on the green carpeted grass 
and gazed at the slender bushy trees
waving peacefully in the hot summer breeze.
Happy squirrels scampering along
and merry birds singing happy songs.
But the moment swiftly fades and the 
tormenting sound of fire trucks sirens chimed in
Trash less garage truck put on masquerading scenes
and empty school buses appear on every corner
performing a deceptive drama
I gazed across the horizon and drowned out 
the intimidating sounds in America’s streets.
Instantaneously a hand touched me
I reached out and held on 
but surprisingly it disappears.
I held on tightly clinging to something that was not there.
Bequeathed by a mysterious will
my mind glides up a gigantic hill 
shades of wonders, throngs of danger
could not stopped god's destined will
With hand clasped and eyes closed
I whisper a prayer for my compelling soul.
I tried to detached but it kept coming back.
Something bigger than faith kept me going
more profound than hope itself 
It absorbs my innate being
and laden me with mystical dreams.
Weighing heavily upon throbbing heart
It was strong enough to melt my spiritual thoughts.
Thousand of them stand in the midst of the crowd
but only one I could make out.
That one gambled with my heart
Stretched my bone and pull my marrow apart
unmindful of the wounds it caused
smiling at me without an infinite thought.
most powerful and most worthy
Yet strong enough to rip up my aching heart.

                                                    ©2013 Christine Phillips            

Poem Details | by elizabeth wesley |
Categories: lost love, me, song, green, me, song,

How Could I Tell

I walk no more on soft green mosses,
Under the trees where green branch tosses;
Where scent of leaf and red rose flinging,
Perfume the wind with soft scent clinging.

I walk no more by the ocean dreaming,
Where sunbeams fly with grey gulls screaming;
Over the cliffs where wild waves falling,
Sweep up the sound in echoes calling.

I hear no more the sea shell's story,
Along the shore with sunset's glory;
Only the song from the dark cave's hollow,
That siren song I dare not follow.

Words you spoke leave me broken hearted,
For now I find you have departed;
For I loved you well but you left me lonely,
How could I tell if you loved me only?

Poem Details | by Glen Enloe |
Categories: life, love, passion, seasons,

Beneath Cool Green Shade

Beneath cool green shade
we roil in inner undulations--
a fever of hands, a pox
of sunlight glinting
high canopies of summer trees.

Creeks crackle, clear
water molding speckled
pebbles as laughter
churns cooling shade
slipping past memories,
holding moments briefly --
white seeds of cottonwood
spinning in sun, settling
listlessly on a skin
of stream.

Poem Details | by Debjani Mitra |
Categories: daffodils, dance, desire, green, love, music, nature, spring,

Spring Sensations

Rubbing it's eyes, the year wakes in yawn.
Hibernating winter last it's gone.
'Hello, my dear Spring', "Good Morning".c'mon.
Advent of the vignette....embraces the dawn.

Look!..A child has just learned to walk..
His excited to knock.
March and April and roll and rock.
Woodpeckers make home.....patient round the clock.

Clothes of Primrose, Lilies....Daffodils and Tulips.
Petals unfold blushing buds....hiding in eclipse.
Burgeoning vibes of love...nature in partnerships..
Orange Yellow Green and Purple drips.

In vernal color of wild music,...nature is a gypsy.
The hymns of hummingbirds...cuckoo chirps...crispy.
Cadence of bass and treble...the breeze.soft and tipsy.
Oh Sensuous Spring !....."I Love Thee"..
               Won't you now kiss me?

Dated 6th November 2018
Seasonal or Unseasonal Poetry Contest
Sponsor Kim Rodrigues

Poem Details | by Kevin Shaw |
Categories: green, growth, love, meaningful, nature, old, summer,

English Oak

English Oak

Standing in this field two hundred years,
Witnessed your lives, your loves and tears.
Growing taller with every day,
I see over hills, so far away.
Through Winter storms and Summer sun,
I never hide and I never run.
For I am Oak, proud and strong,
In England’s pasture, where I belong.

Poem Details | by Matthew Brackley |
Categories: imagination, inspirational, love, uplifting, green,


Deep in forests of green, 
beneath majestic timbers, 
in soft woody light 
wild roses are to be seen 

Achingly beautiful, 
wild roses 
The colour 
as I imagined 

The wild rose, 
wends its' way 
through the green 
The colour 
The purpose 
All knows 
All can be seen 

For where there are shadows 
A wild rose will burst free 
For it knows, 
knows it is part of me 

Petals of velvet 
Fragrant scent 
The place we met 
My heart 
All it meant 

A wild rose, 
deep in forests of green 
Shadows cannot mask 
The beauty I have seen 

Poem Details | by Valentina Iljina-Pechenova |
Categories: love,

Road with Green Light

You’re awfully kind to me yet you feel a strangerTell me you like me?
Though you know, I'm not a gorgeous girl, not even a pretty one, 
Still I wish you'd tell me that you love meYou're such a charming man
I'm always dreaming of youDon’t flirt with meJust tell me the truth.

I simply want to hear the truth from youI believe you, in all you say.
As I’m the biggest fool you've ever known, you knowUse sweet words.
What am I to do with my love if you’re away? Where will you live?
Let our emotions be stormy, not stillOnly in love is our future.

You're the only man for meI’m naiveGive me the hope of loving you
Or tell me there is no word of truth in itI’ll believeGood or bad, I’m ready
I thought of the past and I became blue...Is there a road with the green light
For us?


* "When you start thinking of the past it means you ain't got no future, don't it?" William Somerset Maugham "Theatre".

8 Song-inspiration: Frank Sinatra "Strangers in the night"

Poem Details | by HGarvey Daniel Esquire |
Categories: life, love, passion, green, love, i love you,


             Sitting in the meadow green grass shimmering in the Sunlight
                     Jade green eyes Sparkle in a mist of long lost  TEARS
              A cat picks it owner SHE sees  LOVE: SHE LOVES HIS HEART

             Contrasting  stripes of  POLISHED JADE  Shining in the Sunlight 
                      Dew drops on Meadow grass Sliding down  like Tears
             Rolling Through  the Clover Purring LOVE from HER Pure HEART 
                               FOREVER  ALWAYS  Entwined in ETERNITY

                 “NOOoo, NOOoo, Unfair YOU said THREE Lines no Longer
              My next stanza is four lines long THEN “WE” go back to THREE”
             “ OK, OK I’m sorry  but I do LOVE YOU  FOREVER AND ALWAYS “
                         “ I   K N O W  and I LOVE YOU FOR ALL ETERNITY “

            The Green TIGRESS seductively  LURES HER MATE to Fondle
          To Caress and Probe  MY inner SOUL Discover the Estacy of  LOVE
          A Contented PURRrr, a Contented groan of arousal from HER LOVE
        “ Nubbies “ for HER LOVE,” Nubbies “ from HER EVERLASTING LOVE

         “ My DEAREST and Only MOST BELOVED LENORE, No [ “Nubbies” ] 
              Our POEMS are of a HEAVENLY LOVE : not the lust of Mankind
                    Our EVERLASTING DAY is still three long months Away”
                   “ I said EVERLASTING LOVE not EVERLASTING D A Y "
             Now finish the POEM  in YOUR LOVING and HEARTFELT WAY
                                             IN JUST THREE {3} LINES”

        If YOUR in the jungle YOU hear the ROAR of the Mighty  White Siberian
   Fear for YOUR Life , when YOU listen to the Sirenic PURR of a Green Tigress
  Hug and Embrace HER for all of YOUR Tomorrows She ; YOUR EVERLASTING
                                                      W IFE                                                                           

                 Dedicated  in LOVING Memory to the Co-Author Of this POEM


Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: appreciation, candy, green, love, sweet,


One Two Three
   So pretty to look at
      Yummy on my lips

Delish on my tongue
   Sprinklings of sugar
      Squishy between my teeth
Spearmint jujubes
   Perfect shapes of leaves
      Three Two One

And they're all gone ~

posted on November 3, 2018

Poem Details | by Andrew Fairchild |
Categories: absence, death, loss, love, wife,

Green Is My Love

Green is my Love, and all she touches, blossoms!
And from her fingers, golden flecks appear!
Green is my Love, her lips always Truthsaying,
She does not even know the name of Fear!

Green are her Eyes, as dark as moss, as agate…
And from her heart floods forth the Healing heat!
Green was our Love, whene’er Life took her from me
And Green the way on which, Life set our feet!

Green was the night, when came the spiraling winds!
And from them, blew a whistling, like a train!
Green was my strength, when I held her sash, long moments,
But dark swallowed her and tore my heart in twain!

Green my good-bye was, pale, and wan, and thin,
And from my eyes, cold diamonds, frozen, fell…
Green, all I saw, shadows weaving, all about me
That day, I knew the surly name of Hell!

Green were the demons that tried and tried to stop her.
All that they did failed heartily at the end!
Carried her off to the ends of sanity!
Up, up in the sky, where the merciless lightnings bend!

Green is my Love, now all she touches, flowers!
And from her fingers, golden sparks do flow…
Green is my Love, now, lies in her Presence, wither!
And from my Heart, like a lark, she’ll never go!


Poem Details | by Neldy Jolo |
Categories: inspirational, love, nature, nostalgia, peace, people, philosophy, places


A gem of a nation
An abode of peace
A treasure of empire
A haven of tranquility
A kingdom of treasures
An oasis of modern empire
A space of warmth greeting
A den of hospitable people
A neoclassical form of politics
A gateway to beyond comports
An avenue of understanding
An environment of treasures
An ancient Sultanate kingdom
An indeed pampering Brunei Darussalam

Bandar Seri Begawan
Negara Brunei Darussalam
December 30, 2008
Muharram 2, 1430

Poem Details | by stark hunter |
Categories: love, green, universe,

The Endless Green Meadows

The Endless Green Meadows

On those long ago sultry days
Out in the endless green meadows
The virgins of the ancient sun would roam.
Roam they would, talcumed and perfumed,
With white lacy sleeves and bare feet,
Hiding like ghosts in the lusty shadows.
Hiding and peeking from behind sweaty branches
With leaves and pears and throbbing flowers.
Out in the endless green meadows
Seeking just a peaceful moment of repose,
A sensuous peaceful moment
In the intoxicating shade of new discovery.
Seeking the virgins of the ancient sun
The lads of stone and metal and rock
With desire as billowing as a relentless storm cloud,
Walk and saunter in the exalted sunshine
Walk like antic heroes with swords prepared and unsheathed,
Finding and embracing and enveloping
The gasping virgins of the ancient sun
With lemons and oranges and red ripe apples,
And a pulsating pink universe of wild overwhelming sensations.
I was there too, 
Running as free as a wild thought,
And as light as an ethereal dream
That had miraculously come true.
I heard harps and violins in the distance
And she and I
Both naked and breathing heavy, 
Stared deeply into the soulful recesses.
Our moist lips met in the shade there,
Out in the endless green meadows.

Poem Details | by Terry O'Leary |
Categories: bird, dark, green, lost love, me, night,

Green Spanish Eyes - Part 1

Ah Consuela! Invoking vast vistas for visions of green Spanish eyes,
I discern them again where she left me back then,
                 as we kissed when she parted, my friend.
Through those ruins I tread towards the footlights, now dead,
                 where I’ll muse as her shadows ascend.

Ah Consuela! I’m watching, she teases the mirror with green Spanish eyes;
her serape entangles her brooches and bangles
                 like lace on the sorcerer’s looms,
and her cape of the night, she drapes tight to excite,
                 and her fan is embellished with plumes.

Ah Consuela! I’m watching as spectators savour her green Spanish eyes;
taming wild concertinas, the dark ballerina
                 performs on the music hall stage,
but she shies from the sound of ovation unbound
                 like a timorous bird in a cage.

Ah Consuela! I’m watching, she quickens the pit with her green Spanish eyes;
as the cymbals shake, clashing, the floodlights wake, flashing,
                 igniting the wild fireflies,
and the piccolo piper’s inviting the vipers
                 to coil neath the cold caldron skies.

Ah Consuela! I’m watching the shimmering shadows in green Spanish eyes
as I rise from my chair and proceed to the stair 
                 with a hesitant sip of my wine.
Though she doesn’t deny me, she wanders right by me
                 with neither a look nor a sign.
Ah Consuela! I’m watching, she looks to the stage with her green Spanish eyes,
(for her senses scoff, scorning the biblical warning
                 of kisses of Judas that sting,	
with her pierced ears defeating the echoes repeating)
                 and smiles at the magpie that sings.

Ah Consuela! I’m watching faint embers a’ stir in her green Spanish eyes,
for a soft spoken stranger enveloping danger
                 has captured the rhyme in the room
as he slips into sight through a crack in the night
                 midst the breath of her heavy perfume

Ah Consuela! I’m watching, she gauges his guise through her green Spanish eyes
 – from his gypsy-like mane, to his diamond stud cane,
                 to the raven engraved on his vest –
for a faraway form, a tempestuous storm,
                 lurks and heaves neath the cleav’e of her breasts.

Ah Consuela! I’m watching the caravels cruising her green Spanish eyes;
with the castanets clacking like ancient masts cracking
                 he whips ’round his cloak with a whiz 
and without sacrificing, at mien so enticing,
                 she floats with her face facing his.

Continued in part 2

Poem Details | by Caryl Muzzey |
Categories: dream, green, love,

Curled In Grandmother's Arms

As I lay curled in grandmother’s arms;
dreaming intently of butterflies fluttering.
Scented fields bestowing pungent charms; 
where I envision honey bee wings a puttering.

Dreaming intently of butterflies fluttering;
weaving amid long blades of green grass.
Where I envision honey bee wings a puttering;
in the soft breeze that blows abruptly pass 

Weaving amid long blades of green grass;
I stalk a lumbering caterpillar marching by.
In the soft breeze that blows abruptly pass;
suddenly I am aroused by a doting sigh

I stalk a lumbering caterpillar marching by;
scented fields bestowing pungent charms
Suddenly I am aroused by a doting sigh;    
as I lay curled in grandmother’s arms.

Copyright © 2013  By Caryl SMuzzey

Fifth Place Winner ~ "Write me a poem …(about an adorable picture)” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Leonora Galinta
March 20, 2013

Poem Details | by Mark J. Halliday |
Categories: creation, flower, food, fruit, garden, green, love,

The Gardener's Song

There’s no greater spiritual healing,	
Than planting vegetable seedlings,
And feeling living soil on your hands.
You might get tired from aerating,
Watering, weeding, and cultivating.
A kind of love that’s hard to understand.

There’s just no better money investments	
Than organic compost soil amendments,
To improve the structure of your tilth.
Add to that mycorrhizal fungus—
Watch your fruit flourish in abundance,
And feast upon your fresh garden wealth.

To make your garden more prosperous
Dig in some nitrogen, phosphorous,
And potassium rich amendments;
Sulfur, calcium, magnesium
Copper, manganese, molybdenum,
Zinc, iron, boron-- trace elements.

Don’t just plant flowers to please your eyes;
Attract honeybees and butterflies
To pollinate those vegetable blooms.
Whether you’ve got sand, silt, clay or loam;
A garden’s the best part of your home—
Make your gardens your favorite rooms.

Soil’s beneath your fingernails.
Green stains are on your hands.
Your face is weathered by the sun,
And manure’s on your pants.
You might look like a redneck,
But whatever your background…
There’s just nothing that tastes better
Than what you grew from the ground.

Poem Details | by Shawn Sackman |
Categories: lost love, song-miss you, day, green, me, miss you,

These Green Hills

Driving this old country road always puts my mind at ease
Gently rolling hills, some cows, creeks, some trees

It's another rainy day drive
The green hills look so alive 
Full of life, not the usual brown
How I wish you were still around..

These green hills..These green hills...
I miss you baby, I miss you so..
I see you everywhere I go..

It’s the first day of a new year
And it still feels like you're here
The drive is different this time, I know
Miss your smile surrounding me, can’t let go

I remember we stopped at that farm over there
And sipped lemonade in the warm air
They took our picture on the front porch swing
You laughed so when i tried to sing..

These green hills..These green hills
I miss you baby, I miss you so..
I see you everywhere I go..

Passing mile marker ninety-three got so mad at me 
I wouldn't stop to see the baby calf
I wish i did, now makes me laugh

There's a lot I'd do different now
I know our time is past, yet somehow..
Green hill memories, they won't let go
They're part of me, this I know..

These green hills..These green hills
I miss you baby, I miss you so..
I see you everywhere I go..

I'm ok for now, I still go on..
Life's still full, maybe its just begun
But I know these green hills will not compare
With those we'll see in heaven's air

These green hills..These green hills
I miss you baby, I miss you so..
I see you everywhere I go.
Everywhere I go…

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Poem Details | by Terry O'Leary |
Categories: green, lost love,

Green Spanish Eyes - Part 2

Continued from Part 1
Ah Consuela! I’m watching the vertigo veiling her green Spanish eyes,
while the drumbeat pounds, droning, the rhythm sounds, moaning,
                 of jungles Jamaican entwined
in the valleys concealing the vineyards revealing
                 the vaults in the caves of her mind.

Ah Consuela! I’m watching life’s carnivals call to her green Spanish eyes,
and with paused palpitations the tom-tom temptations
                 come taunting her tremulous feet
with her toe tips a’ tingle while jute boxes jingle
                 for jesters that jive on the street.
Ah Consuela! I’m watching, she rides ocean tides in her green Spanish eyes,
and her silhouette’s travelling on ripples unravelling
                 and shaking the shipwracking shores,
as she strides from the light to the black cauldron night
                 through the candlelit cabaret doors.

Ah Consuela! I’m watching, she dances till dawn flashing green Spanish eyes,
with her movements adorning a trickle of morning
                 as sipped by the mouth of the moon,
while her tresses twirl, shaming the filaments flaming
                 that flow from the sun’s oval spoon.

Ah Consuela! I’m watching, she masks for a moment her green Spanish eyes.
Then the magpie that sings ceases preening her wings
                 and descends as a lean bird of prey –
as she flutters her ’lashes and laughs in broad splashes,
                 his narrowing eyes start to stray.

Ah Consuela! I’m watching fey carousels spin in her green Spanish eyes,
and the porcelain ponies and leprechaun cronies
                 race, reaching for gold and such things,
even being reminded that only the blinded
                 are fooled by the brass in the rings.

Ah Consuela! I’m watching, she shepherds the shadows with green Spanish eyes,
but as evening sinks, ebbing, the skyline climbs, webbing,
                 and weaves through the temples of stone,
while the nightingales sing of a kiss on the wing
                 in the depths of the dunes all alone.

Ah Consuela! I’m watching the music and magic in green Spanish eyes,
as she dances enchanted, while firmly implanted
                 in tugs of his turbulent arms,
till he cuts through the strings, tames the magpie that sings,
                 and seduces once more with his charms.

Ah Consuela! I’m watching, the citadel steams in her green Spanish eyes,
but behind the dark curtain the savants seem certain
                 that nothing and no one exists,
and though vapours look vacant, the vagabond vagrants
                 remain within mythical mists.

Continued in part 3

Poem Details | by Nicole Sharon Brown |
Categories: love, urban, visionary, green, love, paradise,

Green Paradise

For a long time, we had black hell.
Now, we both exhale in green paradise.
Now, we live quiet as mice.
Green everywhere, isn't it nice?
Not much fighting, like before.
Lots of loving and much more.
Green all over the floor.
Not just cold hard cash,
Not just a long love rash,
But growth and multiplication,
Of our legacy and the world,
Being shown that we are,
Actually meant to be
The hood's best of both world's,
Unite and soar, green and high
In the bountiful, blue sky.
Green paradise is more than nice.
It's delightful and insightful.
It's not jealous and not spiteful.
Green paradise in the pastures,
Of pure love is a life togehter,
That's destined by the one
Up above.
copyright 2012..Nicole SBrown All rights reserved.

Poem Details | by john beharry |
Categories: beauty, bird, children, forgiveness, green, love, moon, nature, night, old, peace, song, tree,

The Old Tree

It is strange
how things that we see
and take for granted
in everyday life
should suddenly instil
in our minds
a new awareness
of their presence

A silent moment
a brief pause
from life's ever quickening pace
a moment of peace -
in times like these
a common thing
like a dried old tree
becomes alive with beauty

It stands like a quiet sentinel
who has witnessed 
many an event 
through time
Time has passed by 
but it remains 
silently standing there
O Tree!
What secrets do you store
in your noble branches?
How many events have you recorded
that man knows nothing of?

In your younger days
when you wore your mantle of green
you nested the carefree birds
to their offspring
you gave protection
When the sun scorched the earth
you gave them cool shade
On a cool windy night
you gave them warmth
How pleasant was their song 
to your ear 
as they sang a song of thanks
to you

You were a playmate to the children
When they romped at your feet
or climbed on your branches
you smiled
Time grew older
and the children became lovers
You saw them kiss in your shade
soft with the light of the moon
The aura of their love
touched your leaves
and you blushed

they have all gone away
but you still remain 
silent sentinel
still waiting and watching
How many untold events 
have you witnessed
faithful keeper of secrets?

O that my soul could commune with you
and share of your rugged beauty!
Most Noble Tree!
forgive me for my
once-waxen eyes

Poem Details | by Caryl Muzzey |
Categories: butterfly, dream, green, love, me, smile, woman,

Into My Dream

I dreamt, I was a butterfly or was I, a butterfly dreaming
     Peacefully detained by a delightful young gent,
Lying in green mead where buttercups were beaming;
     Releasing an enchanting aromatic scent.

Peacefully detained by a delightful young gent,
     His fascinating smile lured me in my slow stride,
Releasing an enchanting aromatic scent;
     Where enrapturing view overtook me inside.

His fascinating smile lured me in my slow stride,
     Entrancing flitter hypnotized to restful sleep, 
Where enrapturing view overtook me inside;
     When into my captivating dream he did seep.

Entrancing flitter hypnotized to restful sleep,
     There he envisioned I was his true love to be,
When into my captivating dream he did seep;
     Making a woman without wings to set me free.

There he envisioned I was his true love to be,
     Lying in green mead where buttercups were beaming,
Making a woman without wings to set me free;
     I dreamt, I was a butterfly or was I, a butterfly dreaming

Copyright © 2011 By Caryl SMuzzey

July 9, 2011

Third Place Winner ~ "Daydreams and dreams and dreams” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France~ A Rambling Poet
Aug5, 2011