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purple orchid
South Africa    (not) in the swing of things
PurpleOrchidSpirit
Maybe the wolf is in love with the moon and each night it cries for a love it will never touch.
Orchid
20/F/England    Parietal Vision

Poems

Derick Van Dusen Dec 2010
If your favorite flower is the rose
Do you not then liken yourself to a rose
Is not your beauty equal to that of the rose

Behold I stand perfect beauty
A white rose among the thorns
Behold I stand for you to see
A perfect beauty inside of me

If mine favorite flower is the orchid
Do I not then liken myself to the orchid
Is not my beauty equal to that of the orchid

Behold I stand handsome beauty
A black orchid among twisted roots
Behold you stand for me to see
A handsome beauty inside of you

A single petal of the rose so delicate of it self
A single petal of the rose so flawless of it self
Delicate beauty equaled only by delicate perfection
Flawless beauty equaled only by flawless grace

A single petal of the orchid so sensual of it self
A single petal of the orchid so ****** of it self
Sensual beauty equaled only by sensual grace
****** beauty equaled only by ****** perfection

Where there is white rose there is you
Where there is black orchid there is me
White Rose Black Orchid You and I
Wherever you go there too will I be

Does not the rose equal your grace
Does not your beauty equal the rose
Does not the orchid equal my strength
Does not my strength equal the orchid

Doth not the white rose possess the black orchid
Can not they bee one can not they be the same

Doth not you have mine heart
As the white rose has you
Doth not I have your soul
As the black orchid has me

The orchid has fallen for the rose
Has fallen for the orchid
And in my field of white roses
You stand a sultry orchid black

If only to look if only to feel
If only to hold if only to love
A rose white is me this night
Take from me this rose white

This rose white this orchid black
Together as one we cant take back
Wrote in 05
Caroline Aug 2012
people drank and swayed as you stood up there

and oscillated your hands over the surface of the synthesizer

Ambience

all I heard was the thereminEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

I heard that as I boarded the subwayEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

and I thought about an orchidEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

You resembled an orchid.

An orchid, save my soul.

And so was I.

I went and saw you again playing the back alley

and you did it a cappella while people shrieked from their acid trips

Sad

and all I heard was your voiceEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

and I heard them as I fell onto the pavementAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

and I thought I saw an orchidEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAA

You still resembled an orchid.

An orchid, save my soul.

And so was I.

I bought the paper because it was routine

I read you had vanished, but your face was on the page

Smile

and all I heard was my voiceAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

and then I pictured the fireworksOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAOOOO

they looked like orchidsAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

You didn't resemble an orchid.

An orchid, save my soul.

And so was I.

I pulled over on the highway, I saw a ghost

He got in the car and it was so cold, I thought about my disbelief

Disappointment.

I looked in the rearview mirror, I saw a ghost

Its hand were big and nimble, its head a large inflorescence

Pretty

and I heard the thereminEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

the fireworks in my headOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOO

and our voices.

You resembled an orchid.

An orchid, save my soul.

An orchid, save my soul.

An orchid, save my soul.

And so was I.
Sjr1000  Apr 2018
Orchid Dreams
Sjr1000 Apr 2018
The orchid is flowering
Opening,
a living mandala
Next to my bed
I hear it in my dreams
It's telling me very strange things
About the chemistry between us
And what being a flower really is
And what it really means.

There's a lot to learn.

The orchid whispers in chemical symbols

I danced through the night one night
I drank water in the desert
The sweetest taste, I've ever known
I heard a sound I've never heard before
The buzzing of Chi
Blowing in
while the curtains fluttered
In the night time wind.

Our time I know is limited
Forever wilts away

But while the orchid is flowering
That's for another day

I find myself longing for the scent of the night and at least
One more dream to go.
This came as a total surprise, 100%! Never expected. We all channel our internal poet, a conduit from within, dictated somehow. My experience at Hellopoetry has been life changing  and the community we are all apart of is truly a sacred circle, for that and this moment in time, I am grateful.
The poet, well, he's sleeping now, but I will pass it on when he awakens. Many thanks, to one and all, you continue to teach me what it means to be human and an artist in this world.