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Flower..Plants...Poetry
« on: March 05, 2007, 09:50 AM »
And...this will be the place for when you have a poem you want to share that has plants...flowers..orchi ds as a subject. I have a whole wall made ready to hang them...So don't be shy... ;D

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Re: Flower..Plants...Poetry
« Reply #1 on: March 07, 2007, 10:51 PM »
Vibrant Sighs

Dew drops beading on petals of blue
preserving their beauty still fresh and new
frilly, soft and light as a feather
nature's brilliance withstands the weather.

Beaming by day with the light of the sun
folding at dusk when the day is done
they'll rest and recover all through the night
not to bloom again until dawns break of light.

In the early morning while the moon still shines
the flowers awaken and begin to unwind
drops of dew falling upon their face
toils of the previous day to erase.

Romantic and fresh, so alive and new
the beauty of the flower God sends to you
colors so vibrant they'll bring out your sighs
remembering them even as you close your eyes.


Butterflies and Daisies

A patch in the field chock-full of daisies
this place, a favorite, where I slipped off to dream
twirling and giggling all alone I would dance
pretending that I was as free as a butterfly
silently flitting from here to there, admiring the flowers
and I would spin until the ground spun out of control.

Stumbling until my legs I could no longer control
sprawled on my back surrounded by daisies
thinking they were the prettiest of all the flowers
in my dizziness I slipped into a wondrous dream
wings and antenna were part of me; I was a butterfly
swirling and twirling I would fly around and dance.

There are those who insist that butterflies don't dance
and will suggest that my imagination is out of control
but my mind still drifts back when I see a butterfly
to my childhood days and that field chock-full of daisies
reminiscing of the times when I went there to dream
and carried home to Mother, a bouquet of flowers.

The air was filled with the sweet aroma of flowers
wind, warm and soft, made them sway and dance
once again falling into the trance of my dream
leaving adulthood behind, relinquishing control
from flower to flower in my field of daisies
I spread my arms, twirling, flying like a butterfly.

I told my Mother all about the butterfly
while she searched for a vase for her flowers
then she'd arrange my bouquet of daisies
and smile and laugh when I showed her the dance
even though I knew she would maintain control
her eyes said, "Let me loose, once again to dream."

One day she told me of her childhood dream
to my surprise she too, held in awe the butterfly
this time relinquishing all her control
stories spilled out about her fields of flowers
and how she had spent hours perfecting the dance
for that moment we were surrounded by daisies.

A child's gift of daisies are a dream to cherish
twirling together you dance as the butterfly flies
share a handful of flowers, release your control.



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Re: Flower..Plants...Poetry
« Reply #2 on: March 10, 2007, 11:49 PM »
Ohhhh wow daisy!! Thanks so much for posting those poems! I love both of them putting lovely images in my head...!

*Takes both of them and hang them framed on one the wall inside the Greenhouse for all to see*

I love the "Vibrant Sighs" poem even better cause it desribes to me so very well how I enjoy the precious and delicate flowers and true..some even look more beautiful in moonlight...the way petals and sepals seem to reflect(or atract who is to know...night insects, hummingbirds or...humans..lol)

To thank you for sharing this poems with me and the rest of Splash that may step into the Greenhouse a pretty orchid picture just for you. Not a real beginners plant unfortunately, so not suitable to start an orchid hobby with....but hope you will enjoy anyways!

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Re: Flower..Plants...Poetry
« Reply #3 on: March 11, 2007, 07:06 AM »
good morning Dutch

i use to spend time in the bulb field region
for over a decade i would go twice a year
well in the villages of sassenhime and lissa stay with friends
cant remember how to spell those names
any case this brings back to me good feelings and happy days
so i have dug out a poem from Zen i wrote a while back to post in your green house


blossom

Sometimes i wish
i was clever
knew words
fancy ones you get to hear in an ice cream store
when someone’s got their mouth full
but


so i look to nature for
words
to  understand
feel
even experience their meaning as
they follow one another
from blossom to peach to stone
renewing

Yet
It makes me empty
blossom blowing on a west wind 

and i laugh so loud a frog croaks

warm regards jack
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Re: Flower..Plants...Poetry
« Reply #4 on: March 11, 2007, 11:27 AM »
aaww thanks, Dutch ... glad you enjoyed them.  I didn't realize there were so many varieties of orchids.  I love the pictures you post of them, hope to see a lot more.  I know I have a few more poems about flowers/plants ... I'll have to dig through my files and see if they're worthy to post in this prestigious forum.
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Re: Flower..Plants...Poetry
« Reply #5 on: March 15, 2007, 03:31 PM »
Hello there Jack,

Thanks for your contribution with your Zen poem. I really liked it and it made me smile big time! Thanks for posting it and its on the wall next to the ones of daisy.

How awesome that you have been so many times to the bulb region, then I dont have to tell you anything about the colorfulness of the tulipfields in flower season. Sassenheim, Lisse and of course Hillegom...all in the midst of the tulip fields. Hillegom is a big magnet to tourists from all over the globe who come to the bulb gardens of "Keukenhof" every spring.

All the best from The Netherlands!

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Re: Flower..Plants...Poetry
« Reply #6 on: March 15, 2007, 06:30 PM »
Dutch, that picture is beautiful ... has to be the closest to paradise that I've ever seen.  Think of the inspiration we poets could find in that setting.  Lovely!
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« Reply #7 on: March 15, 2007, 08:58 PM »
Hi daisy!

Yeah did enjoy them very much..I have some Orchid poems, but they are in the Dutch language and we all know that translating isn't going to work in 9 out of 10 times. Still working on getting my English poems and rhymes better, but sometimes I feel it's like learning to walk all over again, lol. I would love to read more of "flower related" poems when you go through your folders, as you can see enough room on the big wall for more poems...

It's a very true thing..the Orchid Family is a very large, and evry diverse Family of plants. I do love roses don't let me be misunderstood...but...w ell except for a wide range of colors, that's about it. And when you take orchids, with the species in the wild going into the 50,000 and every Genus(that's what the Orchid Family is divided into) having it's very own appearence in plant form and flower color and shape, you can imagine how different orchids look.

So to give this post another view on orchids... Here a  picture of the smallest orchid on this planet and one of the biggest on the planet.


The smallest orchid is Platystele jungermannioides which has flowers only half a millimeter or one-hundredth of an inch in diameter. The entire plant is only about a quarter of an inch or half a centimeter tall. They grow naturally in the cloud forests in Central America, principally in Costa Rica. The flower, when viewed through a magnifying glass, is a pale greenish color with a purple lip.


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The largest orchid is generally agreed to be Grammatophyllum speciosum. It can weigh up to 2,000 pounds or 900 kilograms and is reputed to produce up to 10,000 flowers on a mature plant in nature. The pseudobulbs reach 10 feet or 3 meters in height with leaves along the full length. The species is found in Malaysia, the Solomon Islands, Sumatra, the Philippines, Papua and New Guinea.

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Re: Flower..Plants...Poetry
« Reply #8 on: March 15, 2007, 09:09 PM »
Happy you liked the picture daisy...I saw the picture and thought...thats a nice one to give Splashers a good impression how The Keukenhof Gardens look like in spring!

So often we(and Iam no exception to that rule) look too much to far away countries, and seem to forget the beauty that is laying there at our feets so very closeby.

And what you just wrote, so very true..it's a wonderful place to be. I haven't been to the gardens there in ages, but very true would be a lovely place to be inspired, being surrounded by all the colors and different shapes. Soooo Iam going to go there for sure when it opens in April. Will let you know if any poems came out of that visit! So thanks for bringing that idea to mind!

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Re: Flower..Plants...Poetry
« Reply #9 on: March 16, 2007, 04:40 AM »
good morning peter

jeez
that is one beautiful photograph 
and i say thankyou

this is a very beautiful place to come and look at flowers
i congratulate  you

warm regards jack
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Re: Flower..Plants...Poetry
« Reply #10 on: March 16, 2007, 06:48 AM »
How I enjoy being in this place! Wonderful poetry and beautiful flowers.

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Re: Flower..Plants...Poetry
« Reply #11 on: March 16, 2007, 10:06 PM »
I found a few more, thought I'd share ... hope to read some from others soon


Iris

mesmerized by the beauty
by the rush of the wind
flowing gowns of white
as an angel descends
mesmerized in time
lost in my dreams
the beauty of an iris
much more than it seems.


one that I wrote some time ago for a picture of a fairy sitting on a flower

Nature's Symphony

Morning Glory as light as a feather
softly flutters her elegant wings
iridescent they shine in the morning sun
while she sits on a flower and sings.

Nature awakens to her voice so sweet
like magic the colors display
she sings good morning in all her glory
night is gone, time to start your day.

Insects humming, bees begin buzzing
all in a wondrous tune
harmony begins to sing along
wind whispers, good-bye Mr. Moon.

Robins and blue jays fluffing their feathers
preparing to add to the story
a symphony of nature conducted each day
by the pixie they call, Morning Glory.


Orchestra of Night

Picture perfect, tapestry of color
beneath the willows, weeping in the breeze,
spring extends to the vibrance of summer
and the sun slips away with grace and ease,
darkness descends from the tops of the trees
while time stands still without need for a clock,
the orchestra of night begins to rock.

A foggy mist arising from the lake
fireflies display their symphony of light,
nocturnal stretch and begin to awake
spiders weave silently throughout the night,
and the warm wind blows in the pale moonlight.
Time carries on without need for a clock
the orchestra of night begins to rock.

Feathers ruffled in the musical wind
crickets serenade, violins in tune,
fish jumping, frogs singing, harmony blends
boats gliding silent in the month of June,
ripples glisten in the light of the moon
while time stands still without need for a clock,
the orchestra of night begins to rock.

Creatures of darkness come creeping, crawling
buzzing, whirring, drawn closer to the light,
hear the distant cries of lonesome howling
shadows will be shifting throughout the night
and the willows sway while bathed in moonlight.
Time carries on without need for a clock
the orchestra of night begins to rock.

Flowers renew for the coming of dawn
from dew drops weeping from high in the trees
adding its touch to the symphonic song
that continues to grow with grace and ease,
and travels through the park upon the breeze,
while time stands still without need for a clock
the orchestra of night continues to rock.



Rose of Love

Upon the nightstand lay the rose
that you gave to me this night
the soft rich tones of yellow
mixed with streaks of white.

Half undressed getting ready for bed
reaching for the rose once more
breathing in its fragrance
as I danced across the floor.

Holding the rose to my lips
remembering that special kiss
lingering upon your every word
for nothing I wanted to miss.

Then you presented this rose to me
and told me how you feel
you said the petals stand for us
and that the love you have is real.

Each petal woven together for strength
to protect the other from harm
yet still can breathe and open up
allowing others to see your charm.

A chalice of water will keep it fresh
as I dream all through the night
your rose of love still on my mind
as dawn brings us the morning light.



Window Box

He always bought her geraniums
in the brightest shade of red
they reminded him of mommy
is what he always said.

Because they were so colorful
and were sure to bring a smile
she'd plant them in the window box
and nurture them for a while.

Don't cry mom, I'll be home soon
I'm off to start life on my own
she stood there waving goodbye to him
then she noticed the flowers were grown.

Geraniums for her window box
in the brightest shade of red
they reminded her of her loving son
and the things he always said.

Time passed by so quickly
he hasn't been around for a while
but each time she sees her geraniums
they continue to bring a smile.

In a recent letter he told her
he was starting a family of his own
his wife had planted flowers
and he'd noticed how much they've grown.

Geraniums for her window box
in the brightest shade of red
they still remind me of mommy
in his letter, is what he said.




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Re: Flower..Plants...Poetry
« Reply #12 on: March 21, 2007, 07:36 PM »
Hi, Dutch,
Here's a poem that I posted quite some time ago. I thought I would share it here in the greenhouse. Hope you find merit and enjoy!
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"Beauty of May"

Songs of early day-break
Play sweetly through the trees
As tiny singers begin to wake
In a chorus of melodies.

Clouds of pink and white
Across a turquoise sky
Dance like Sylphs in the sunlight
Where the airy spirits fly.

Colorful jewels on fields of green,
Trillium, violet and phlox;
Nature's beauty, so serene
The sun opens Pandora's Box.

How to describe the glory
Of a perfect spring-time day;
Words cannot tell the story
Of the beauty that is May.
Cookie...

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Re: Flower..Plants...Poetry
« Reply #13 on: November 12, 2007, 12:30 AM »
Love these poems and pictures...wonderful!

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