Mind Flower
Velvet as the soft caress of light that falls upon the night
fall afresh on me mind flower of my beating heart.
You, ne'er defined by power of sweet seduction,
are my embrace of earth, wind and fire!
Luxurious as the satin look I see within his eyes
your silky feel of human touch is more than I can take!
Ultra light and plush, feathery like a bird of paradise
you fly me to the edge of time, then take me to the stars.
Your words like snow and rain
melting against my window pane
only to return to me,
time and time again.
Velvet as the soft caress of light that falls upon the night
fall afresh on me mind flower of my beating heart.
5d ago
May 29, 2026 at 8:12 PM UTC
I am writing, for all the lilacs in my range of vision
and for all the siren summers that beg for my return.
I am writing for my heart to bloom and flower,
beneath the cupid bow of heaven's hour;
I am forming a poem on the tip of my mind
then dotting it with flourish letters of love.
I am shaping my poetic thoughts,
above the sky line of a bran new day.
I am a poet of old in the body of a young one
with poetic flair I have climbed every wrung
but for all the tea in china, I could never stop
writing my verses, ... for poetry is my life.
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 12:38 PM UTC
When the open curtain finally smiles
releasing the light of a thousand suns
Every mote and speck of dust
from yesterday,
shall remain suspended
in time...
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 12:02 AM UTC
A squadron of wild shoots and greens, plum tomatoes soaked in brine
a tad of this a tad of that and suddenly you got something quite divine
A fleet of mushrooms, a pound of four leaf clovers, a pinch of fever few
and soon you'll have them lining up, for a bowl of that flavorful stew...
Inner bark of cinnamon a sprig of thyme, don't forget to lick the spoon
and if you prep it nice and early, it shall be ready by half past noon
Perhaps he's just a crazy elf throwing caution to the wind, wink wink!
but as far as I know, this stew can only be eaten aside a good stiff drink
So go ahead ask the mountain gnome to leave you some on your porch
and try not to cry when you taste it, even if it's hotter than a blow torch
Chili peppers hotter than the beef side of hell, go ahead sit for a spell
eat some and soon you'll be walking funny, all zig-zag and pell-mell.
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 11:49 PM UTC
She wanders round the light of morning
like a cat contented at the hearth of mother nature's girth.
The coffee is on, the poem is just about finished.
The porch light is on
and the siren calls of the first bird
has not yet been chirped...
Her mind is like a fleck of light full of great ideas,
laying unbroken and unchained, by a dapple of light.
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 11:17 AM UTC
Quiet light in avenues obscure yet clear as water
deeper still than stars encased by heaven's door
Blinking eyes that know not how to sleep awake
and yet the moon draws out her deep dark light
upon her...
Steady as a sentinel before the rippling dark sea
telescopic eyes, aligned dark lashes, she sifts
As memories of sepian photographs draw cold,
the moon draws out her rich dark light of peace
upon her...
Silent as the stars above that bling then mute
she wanders by the waters like an ebon bell
Vibrating like the night, she begins to settle in
as the moon and the stars cloak her tiny frame,
it begins to rain.
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 5:34 PM UTC
Healing waters of life flow through me, as if I were a river
Scented pines of green green grass please take me home
Celestial whispers from on high release your Sacred sighs
and when I come to lay down on your gentle pastures
take me to the foothills of your peaceful surrender.
Oh Nature...
Relight this fading spirit and kindle it with fire from within
with gentle steps take me to the water's of pure refresh
Grant me the desire to achieve the best that I can be,
as you dance me to the end of summer's sweet caress.
Oh Nature...
Remember me when winter spells have finally come to cease
and bring me souvenirs of spring with all its flower fests
Healing waters of life flow through me from far remote
extend yourself and draw me close, like you would a rose
Oh Nature...
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 8:29 PM UTC
Cool as a shiver in the snow, warm as the evening sun
dressed in a taffeta dress of white and silver she glows
Beneath the moonlight a shimmer of gold in her eyes
tendrils of magic escape and the real Queen appears
Ice blue nails fire at a crystal mirror that talks and walks
scarlet candies glitter in snow, ... frozen snow cones.
Red hot chili pepper snowflakes fall on your tongue
gelid stars of heaven on icebound wings, a Moth!
Arctic breeze and glacial stares, she holds it in her hands
a Snow Queen Moth who never cries, on a frozen land.
Ice white lips blow out frost, the little moth gets lost
inside her ruddy palm, a hill of powdery white snow.
Cool as a shiver in the snow, warm as the evening sun
mottled shingled wings, resting on a florid hand of old.
Inside a marshmallow Castle of Lumicor coral and ice,
beats the heart of a Queen, as warm as Indian Spice.
Written by: Mystic Rose aka Vienna Bombardieri
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 7:55 AM UTC
With an aquiline beak to die for he aims to scare those little pip squeaks
who are sitting by his talons waiting for a little Mexican cuisine
Little Basil and Tiny tot- 0 Parsley, two mischievous mice from out of town who don't know the meaning of cowardice, nor how to play nice!
Mr. Raven Piloncillo thinks them mighty salty da
"Andale Andale" he says while shaking a head full of beads
Little Basil pulls on the Raven's hair while Tiny tot-O Parsley squiddles on
"what were you hoping for? asks Raven, ..."a little Chalupa?"
One look from his amber deep eyes and the mice run up to hide
deep inside a fancy doo-penacho made for Raven's just like he
With an aquiline beak that could sniff out most anything at anytime
he closes his eyes and grins " "Duerman, mis ratoncitos, duerman."
and so they close their little pip squeak eyes and sleep !
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 9:55 PM UTC
Emerald whispers muffled and inaudible inside a verdant water dream
aquatic wild plants rocking back and forth aiming for a mermaids gleam
Blue fin tail and seaweed hair that flows like waves inside a sweet menagerie
Clupeiform fish and deep sea dwellers living down below the foamy sea
Soft and gentle kisses layed upon a flounder named Little Rounder Du-Plaice
bizarre golden orbs, rhythmic beating of the heart it's all a treasured mystery
Upon a soft green mossy rock the feathered look of one who beckons by a tree
her Siren sweet cajoling voice is finer than a chime and so he counts to three
then jumps inside the deep blue sea like a Knight without his sword or armory
entering a world of myth, each and every sound from her is purely poetry
He kisses her and suddenly coral castles rise deep inside her turquoise eyes
she takes him to a sub-aquatic realm of truth and no disguise.
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 10:51 PM UTC