"lushness" poems
oh, san juans, your riches beckon
your wealth, your beauty calls
your waveless, salty waters blue
my heart since childhood draws
your waters lap at darkened rock
'round islands, bays and inlets fill
with returning salmon teeming
your breaking waters thrill
your tide, oh ever river changing
charges muddy oyster flats
your thriving pods of orca leap
o'er spray in mid-air acrobats
from seabed swift, cold and deep
the lushness of your green hills rise
your sun falls fleet like shooting star
your sparkling waters mesmerize
sailing craft from ’neath horizon
angels spread their wings of color
skirt your shoals and ply your straits
find safety anchored in your harbors
oh, san juans, your wonder waits
your treasure and your magic calls
your waveless, crystal waters blue
my heart since youth still draws
calls me to return each year
to dip my paddle deep
when life averts the journey there
in dreams you beckon while i sleep
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 2:22 AM UTC
Years of neglect have
Covered my garden
Allowing brambles and weeds
To grow wild
The flowers unseen underneath
A cover
of cascading green lushness
Dotted with white and pink
Hidden by thorns
And winding weeds
Patient beauty is waiting
Yet uncaring laziness is
Suffocating tender blooms
Denying them light
Seduced by fruit
So sweet and tasty
Of a thorny vine
Lulled into complacency
Unaware of silent unfoldment
In darkness
Step by step
We uncover the secret
Cutting away thorns
Clearing out the
Dead and the dying
Shedding light
Into places of decay
Discovering flowers
We never knew where there
Glory in color
No longer hidden
Is finally able
To shine
© Jasmine, Wadebridge, August 2010
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 8:42 AM UTC
Beneath the shadow
of the Great Shepherd's staff,
in the green lushness of Life's plateau,
my spirit continues to laugh.
Despite the dumbness of this sheep
to His voice I've heeded.
For God's Love is greater than deep
and to His Principles, I've conceded.
My life is filled with abundance
beyond mortal imagination.
Enjoying protection from circumstance
came from obeying rules of His Holy Nation.
From displaying a submissive behavior
towards a God most divine,
I'm covered with blessings from my Savior
and reside in green meadows until Eternity's time.
Jul 26, 2012
Jul 26, 2012 at 11:39 AM UTC
Frozen in time, only sadness in your eyes
Winters snow had clouded your mind
A sleeping beauty in a forest full of lies
Who stamped out your fires, left you cold inside
Sunlight arrives, kisses your face
You start to heal in it’s warm embrace
Pain slowly melts, you are no longer blind
Hope awakens a glimpse of summer in your eyes
A scorching,slow journey on a road of upsets
But at the end of it all lies Golden hour sunsets
On a road trip to where your happiness hides
I can now see summer in your eyes
New growth chokes out old thorns of despair
Along your life’s path only lushness grows there
Happiness dances in summer breeze whispers
Your light again shimmers on overflowing rivers
Healing has painted over your winter scars
Joy brushed away the clouds, revealing stars
Love washed over all the ***** lies
You have risen up, you are now fully alive
Proved them all wrong, too strong to not survive
I now see summer dancing in your eyes
Jun 14, 2021
Jun 14, 2021 at 4:52 PM UTC
little lamb doing wolf damage
you watch me like prey
mouth open. drooling.
eyes filled to the brim with hunger.
i am filled to the brim and you can see it.
i’m blushing. bleeding.
you peel me like a plum.
plump and juicy in your palm. ripened you roll me
between your thumb and your forefinger.
squeeze out every last drop of sweetness.
still drooling over me. i am drooling over you.
i want to be eaten alive. anticipating it. dripping.
i am a forest and snails make their sticky paths down my thighs.
i am a forest and leaves bloom and swish as my fingernails grow.
i am a forest and branches grow in every place you touch. i am so big so tall so wise.
i grow and grow with each caress. birds fly out of my hair and sing love songs. my feet heady soil i am grounded. finally grounded.
i am a forest and you’re a seasoned explorer.
i am a forest and you’re the tiger stalking within my lushness for something to devour.
devour me.
i am tropical. i am palm trees and rare fruit. i am sap in your palms sticky and staying.
i am sitting open. staying open. i feel you crouch behind my reeds. you dig your claws deeper into wet soil.
you watch me like prey.
i watch myself dribble down your chin.
i am tropical. plum sweetness juice juice sticky sweet staying on fingertips staining your mouth.
i am coconuts cracked open on rocks ready ready to be consumed.
i am licked clean from ***** fingertips.
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC
First came the German Shepherd dogs
Next came the water hose
Bodies lynched, then set ablaze
Flesh singed, then meshed with clothes
Innocent black lives lost, on a blood stained Poplar tree
Even now, I hear the Slave Overseer's words
Echo inside me - echoing epigenetically
****** run, ****** die, ****** free"
I am he whose antecedents
Suffered and survived the Middle Passage's arduous trip
I am the progeny who sprang forth from their chained *****
As human chattel, my antecedents suffered the sting of the whip
Their humanity, dignity and pride
Was debased and denied
Deracinated, their bodies were beaten black and blue
But it was the bruises inside, they tried, but could not hide
Innocent black lives lost, victims of the lynching rope
Even now, I hear the Slave Overseer's words
Echo inside me - echoing epigenetically
****** run, ****** die, ****** hope"
I say again, I am he whose antecedents
Suffered and survived the Middle Passage's arduous trip
I am the progeny who sprang forth from their shackled *****
As human chattel, my antecedents suffered the cabotage of a slave ship
In 1964, they were granted civil rights, but denied civility
A denial rooted in the flowering bloom of racial hate
And the verdant lushness of white supremacy's wicked fertility
So many innocent black lives lost
Because of "Negative Eugenic's" lies and untruths
Even now, I hear the Slave Overseer's words
Echo inside me - echoing epigenetically
****** run, ****** die, ****** choose"
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 2:10 PM UTC
Allure
Beauty from the sultriest with even steady glow exquisite soft lines is perfected in the creature
Dreams are resonant the eyes smolder all tender entry viewed from lips of lushness
Crowned with hair beyond mortal texture it perfectly accentuates loving doll quality’s full mixture
The promise held forth borders crossed unable to envision your dumb all filled with doubt as she pouts
The soul engages as the eyes flame and burn with passion the heart beats with hard thumps
Heavenly body formed from flesh in its force you reel emotional exhilaration extends to enthrallment
Hands touch the visible world seems altered the blood seems to halt its flowing the mind *******
Reconsider the alignment of the stars surly you have passed them in the silver moons glowing stream
The exotic has burst forth on a common stage all has juxtaposed the delirium takes free course
The dance now begun the coupled whirl started here ends among the marveling distant clouds
Enchantment has found its boundless geography it not on any maps it’s truly the heart at it’s source
Governed never the reins to this wild and free spirit has never been made that would be injustice
Has loveliness limits are the galaxies measurable how can they when their ever growing and bestowing
Featureless flawless curvy arts greatest inspiration told through a form that’s made to love and hold
If genius is ever is to be expounded bring the beloved of all men set her in the midst her essence flowing
The world speaks of desirability its fount its ever coursing real ideal is found in timeless womanhood
Jan 1, 2012
Jan 1, 2012 at 8:47 PM UTC
*Warmth in human form, she wore an electrifying charm,
when she passed him from behind even without a glance,
his heart felt a yearning forgotten for a long time.
Prithee, mercy on me, his heart cried in the voice of an abandoned child,
didn't feel below his dignity to plead the ray of light to kiss his brows.
Then she gently turned back and smiled, grace transmitting her fragrance,
both were blessed by that moment, the caress of angel's wings.
One look of the girl evoked, a caring feminine lushness: mother, sister or lover,
her evanescence in him brought a pleasantness that lasted for ever.*
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 6:47 PM UTC
I know not what to say
Or see
As your tardy empathy
Breathes along my sutured neck.
Your lushness of waves hath borne
Golden glimmers of fragrance too sweet
That nerve endings fray.
Smirk so softly into my soul
Your pheromonal whispers
So that dreams may weep syrup,
So may my cheeks dew with sugar.
Lusher are your fallacies
Than your twirled smirks of incandescence;
Lusher are your maladies
Than your smoldered iridescent kisses.
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
the lushness of the land
the ruggedness of the rocks
pictures can capture everyone's view of perfection.
but have you sat on a cheap beach chair,
with sand in your toes and curly hair,
across your sunburned face?
subtly smiling at the distant crash of waves,
or listening to the live music
that sounds like the band "summer salt?"
lava lava beach club
with cats wandering around the island
just as your heart wanders around the lovely memories
that you count one by one
to taste their delicious ideas
and finally, finally
feel.
Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 1:15 PM UTC
Hummingbird perched
atop deer fence high wire
Taking time to feel
the pink cotton candy sky coalesce
Listening to crickets chirping choir
thrum the cadence of summers' closing song
The nights grown longer
as dusk drifts a slower river ebb
to the next impending dawn
The cool lushness of mirror pond's
margin greenery, draws June's bashful fawns;
Twin spotted frolic in their dappled
shadows innocent splash and play
Evanescent white pokka dots
fleeting to another shade of tawny pale
In the blink of an eye life passes
one day at a time
The teasing scent of honey crisp red
wafts with summer breeze
Nature's nascent love
awaiting impatiently
to fall free from Eden's tree ...
someone you used to know
Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 5:16 PM UTC
hidden beneath your
pliant skin your heart
sensuous you are
I penetrate this lushness
cracking your veneer
seeking inner warmth
Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 3:15 PM UTC
Dear April
I have no Sunflower
And no seeds
I have acres of space
And one stem
...me
I have a few women skipping through
With Sun hats on without a brim
So their eyes are squint
They can't really focus in on their desires
So they end up on the other side of the field where the lushness has expired
In no man's land, but in everyone hands
I only want to be sprung by one woman's spring showers
April, may you rain down on me?
March right onto my grassland and uproot a beautiful flora
I wouldn't mind if you carved a river right in my bed
A deep river
With a steep Fall
That keeps us streaming through Halloween and Thanksgiving
April my lady, currently how warm you make me feel I don't think there's no degrees below that can put our flow on hold
So we'll never have to intervene throughout the blizzard or thaw out after winter
April can you be my sunflower
And one day allow me to pollinate
So we can have some seeds?
I'm no longer interested in summer, although she is hot; however, summer has always been a drought for me
Not anymore
In June was the last time I allowed Julie to Lie to me (july)
April I've done all my spring cleaning
Now can you comfort me with your yellow petals, and promise me a bunch of Florets closely packed in a spiral?
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 9:01 PM UTC
Nature adorns her vacuums:
Eden, in lieu of Gardener or Keep, overdrives the breach;
garland wreaths, julep leaves, Clover carpets
the well-dint of the fleeing heel,
just as Vitality, from Lushness, deserts to humbling Humus.
I bargain that We will
be survived by teeming hosts of white Chrysanthemum.
Our grim miracle resembling, so, fish and loaves;
of Manna eked of Woe.
Staid amatory shall cater the craving of a brood;
from our tears rich elixir brewed,
our tender flanks yielding stew.
Scarcity is Her own aphrodisiac,
abused in company of more than two.
But sure as Man, worms lapse at their hour
and they, their own kind, must consume
giving back Space, where is room.
So, must we, our own Passion’s devour,
that made manifest they replenish their expanse,
as when a hand replenishes a glove--
it first breathes upon the absence of Absence.
Let us, then, dine. Let us then, Love…
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 6:27 PM UTC
i will die.
the sun,
and by the way
did you know?
(i do)
in the summer it
leaps wholly freshness
into the sweating backs of knees
a yowl
a dream
a distinctly arousing
a corded and steeply ***** shyness.
it peters sharply
from girl cuts
into niceness
a cringing of night
to less darkly foil
the trees
(amongst 'em
where will sleep
me when i
cease my hands to try) roots
reachness of worms
and the rushing of oceans
wind
wind
wind
coolly teasing
with teeth so
cruelly pleasing
(upon which rise
the curving hushness
of body's plummet
isthe
falling of darkness' lushness
Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 3:40 PM UTC
Largeness
It’s a mighty fine word
Until today, that is
That is, today as in society (nowadays)
We are
“encouraged”
To be small.
Small waist
Small nose
Small arms
Tiny brain
They can’t handle this muchness
This lushness
They’re afraid of our size
The history of our hills
And mountains of skin
Lofty mountains
A landscape to make an artist sing.
But as they shove us into our
Small shirts
Skinny jeans
Tiny shoes
They forget that this size, this extra-largeness
Cannot be contained.
We’re busting out of here.
We’re claiming our space with our
Large feet
Large *******
Huge hips
Our love handles and our lard
Fear our stature
Our sweetness
Our ****** wiles
Our swagger
We are deep people
Large women.
Jul 9, 2011
Jul 9, 2011 at 12:01 PM UTC
I did not know the men from far.
each holding a clear mask as I was
driven down the now common road.
I knew the habits of souls like these.
impairing the land.
blameless in its lushness, these boys,
I learn now,
were hired to consume.
properly; with all items
& inhabitance spawned in desolation,
there are no mistakes made.
there could never be flared tempers,
or indignant stares, whispers of mutiny
or treason.
& a lack of profits are concepts
hoarded by other lands.
their tasks became habits
& tolerance replaces my strength
as an infection settled.
one
stretching my jaw,
piercing my tongue
& erecting fences inside my skull.
I learned to love the sloth
& loathe my confidence.
quickly beauty sets & confusion fades.
the road held nothing as did the scars,
laid down by special souls ages or seconds ago.
Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 10:37 AM UTC
The birds seem to be telling me
In harmonious chirps
That it must be abolished
Two miniscule bugs slowly glide across the keyboard
Green with a hint of yellow
Their antennas swing up and down
They’re speaking to me too
With subdued voices
They say
That it must be abolished
A pale red ladybug flutters
From blade of grass to blade of grass
From what seems to be an infinite pattern
Of green lushness
It seems to be showing me
What I must do,
Move on
Move on from this blade of grass
That it must be abolished
An adolescent fly lands on the screen
Rubbing its arms together
And then I blink
And it has vanished
Maybe this is a sign
That I must leave
And
That it must be abolished
Why is it that everything seems to be telling me
What I desperately don’t want to hear?
It’s irrevocable
I’ve tried
And
tried
I’ve buried it in the dank dirt
Like the earthworm that I found in the soil
But the rain soon came for a visit
And it arose from the soil and into a puddle of murky water
I tried to impel it back into the ground
But it was impossible
Now I seem to say to myself
That it must be abolished
And now it doesn’t seem to be so foreign to me
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 11:43 AM UTC
At forty-four years old you’re as graceful as a palm tree;
Grapes, with their lushness, have nothing on your lush body;
A thousand faces light up at the sight of your smile;
Roses for smell, apples for taste, and your touch
Brings warmth. The cosmic rays are dim and lifeless
But the colors in your eyes are bright and alive.
Your neck is like Trajan’s victory column, long,
Elegant and beautiful with the carvings around it
Mona Lisa is pleasing to the eyes, yet mine long
For the viral grace of your ***** and mature curves;
Diamonds with all their glory are not as tempting as you,
with your gray, enchanting hair and laughter lines.
My love is round and plump at four and forty
Years old, with ******* that refuse to sag with age.
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 2:28 PM UTC
Peep show girl, bedroom goddess, ***** ***** gem
Stripped of nylons and grayed tweeds
Her hair wet from the hot, steamy shower
She smells of Sand and Sable and sweet strawberry conditioner
Her plump **** and full, swinging ******* the towel hits the floor
He likes her like this, soft and curvy, still damp
How she moves holds his attention, her lovely female power
Laughter bubbles in her throat, her eyes inviting him
Without hesitation he's seduced by the absence of words
He kisses her neck, just below the ear, he feels her softly sigh
Closer they move, closing the space, his body stretched & flushed
Hands in her hair, her scent mixing with his, he flows toward her
What she isn't; slim and angled, so satisfies him he revels in her
Her lushness stimulates him beyond the physical, heightens him
Here it is warm-here she is free-here she believes she is beautiful
They part, she glows and he smiles, she's still damp but from him
She tucks herself lazily into his side, he likes her like this too
Simple, lovely in sleep's repose...she is his, all of her, all of her
Nov 12, 2010
Nov 12, 2010 at 1:06 PM UTC
The tree are whispering in hushed silent tones
Their voices carried softly by the wind
Caressing the whole forest with their hymns
Suffused in their cries, the arrogance
And greed, and vanity of men
Men that were tasked to guard creation!
Their chants deafening, echoing, increasing
In brave tumultuous waves
Growing ever louder
Pushing the rivers and tributaries into the seas
Infused in the currents
The laments of the helpless
Trampled, and ravaged, and killed
With violence and impunity!
Be wary of the axeman, the hunter, and the miner
They are lurkers, waiting in the dark canopies
Waiting for a chance to **** and pillage
To **** the forest out of its wits
Until it loses its lushness and vitality
'Til it surrenders its grip from the divine earth!
Be wary of the forest ranger
For they are the ones that orchestrates
The relentless and appalling ******
That decimates lives, hopes, and aspirations
They perpetuate the madness
They are the harbingers of chaos, they are destruction
Their charm, vile and putrid
To ever allow them recite their prose would be death!
But never despair,
The sleepers have woken
Those with quiet ears slowly hears the noise and commotion
The deniers have silenced their self-serving lips
Await that moment, when the silence is fractured
By the forest, howling in raging defiance
Justice will be swift, the wolves will be unraveled as sheep!
And only then says the oldest of the trees
Can the children of the forest roam free.
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 6:43 AM UTC
We can not go,
This, I have said this to myself millions of times.
But, that day my heart took the driver’s seat.
My mind stopped working like a well-oiled machine.
I was in the middle of the urban jungle, the concrete city of cars, traffic, and cookie-cutter homes...
The land of squared, sanitized spaces, and constant noises from technology, automobiles, and the noise in our heads to keep up with the rat race.
I closed my eyes
Then, I opened them again.
A different reality!
A dream, of course!
I found myself in a jungle of green, moist, humid sweat.
This was the land of kaleidoscopic dreams;
The monkey’s howls pierce the air -
birds symphonically, swimming together in the air-
Life in every single layer of nature
I felt myself
Losing myself in the greenery
The lushness
The awe
I had time to contemplate
In my contemplation, I decided, the only thing in life is real is the story I create in life
And as I go through the forest
My thoughts become more developed and articulated
I slash at everything that does not make sense
I slash at every idea
Every preconceived notion
Of
Who I thought
I am
I cut like a savage warrior
On a mission
Branches, dangling distractions
Temptations of fruits and branches that grab at my waist,
And more branches, like physical arms tieing me down like chains
I slash the blade
I cut with no intention of where I want to go
Exhausted, I rest my head
In the darkness in the middle of the amazon
A jaguar comes to me
With their yellow eyes waiting in the corner - It observes me in the bushes
I sit still
Is this a message for me?
Wanting to hear what I have to say
I wait and wait
I stay up all night.
As I wait for prophecies
The jaguar eventually leaves me alone in the darkness
Dissapointment rages inside me
I am left in more uncertainity
But, my heart spoke really loud today
Something took a hold of me
I was not rationale.
I was not cautious..
I opened my backpack and dumped everything off a cliff
I ran and jumped in the blue ocean
Finally
I listened to my heart
Finally...
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 6:20 PM UTC
Lonely can be the plight of the English major
languishing in a lexicon of terms and forms
dreams and schemes
witticisms and imaginings
with that lushness of loquacity
whereby sonnets and rhymes are adorned
symbols and signs are reformed
where mellifluous speech is ascribed an eloquence
transcribed and renewed
and the heralding voices of angels appear
preceded by an aperture of magnificent hues
*I will always be in love with you
our lives are not our own
from womb to tomb
we are bound to others
past and present
and by each crime
and by every kindness
we birth our future
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
fields are dry now.
air coarse with
echoes of husks
scratching in
a breeze of fire.
peeling crackle
mocks love that
for a time created
lushness.
the bursting
laughter of the earth
scorched to ****
and bone.
rhythmic creak of
wood underneath
was a simple thing.
the sky was pink
and then his eyes
saw nothing.
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 11:35 AM UTC