"nector" poems
Peacocks dance and trees sway,
to the sweet songs of the birds that briskly fly away,
Wood's speckled with the golden , summer blooms.
fresh green carpets take away the glooms.
Reminiscing in the beauty of the pure water streams,
Nature is at play creating picturesque dreams.
Sweet Nector on the dew dropped poppies,
buzz of the bee's,
the charm of the humming birds nesting in style .
Oh! Nature is at play all the while.
Sunray's penetrating through dark clouds,
Colourful little birdies, chirpy, synchronised , repetative and aloud .
Crispy mornings under clear blue skies, nature is at play as the time flies.
Basking in the beauty of God's creations,
a life full of positive aspirations,
Lo ! behold ! Do we notice the nature's beauty , as we go in life performing our duty ?
Take a pause!
remember your purpose and cause.
Breathe in the fresh air,
Admire the surroundings,
Sit back ,relax and smile,
as nature is at play all the while.
© Mrunalini .D. Nimbalkar
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 4:12 AM UTC
One on the bough above
The flower waving its petals !
The other low near to earth
The bud wagging its head !
The winks spread the fragrance
Let the passion float !
The shore is too near to the hearts dipped
In the tunes of love's nector!
For the minds caught in the sound
Of glittering stones, it is never found!
One on the bough above,
The other low near to earth !
The fragrance celestial spread all around
Make each realise, how melody of life
IS TO BE !
Even thorn wishes to shape into tender desire!
Roaring gales like to blow low through flute!
One on the bough, the other low near to earth!
The fragrance celestial spread all around!
Even hard stones melt to flow with joy!
Let the world be a garden of LOVE!
Let the melody of LIFE spread all around!
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 8:15 AM UTC
Time can never be wasted on a good man
A man with a heart as pure as love
Even when the darkness surrounded him
And a ghostly whisper of silence
Echoed through our thoughts
A flower would bloom on the very same day
Keeping the darkness and pain at bay
If only you have seen him then
So joyful, happy and bold
It was as if the sun itself nurtured him
Not only the seeds he had sewn
He was the life and soul of the garden
A beauty and sight to behold
But at the plants shred their leaves
So should he as the days and nights become cold
Every flower has it's poison
A nector so sinister yet sweet
He was no exception to the rule
A bottle of whiskey lay at his feet
I wish we could have seen a forwarning
Signs that would of led us to help
But he was always so very stubborn
Trying his hardest to keep us out
A petal itself is fragile and delicate
As fragile and delicate as we
A simple rip in the time line
And we all would never be
He was aware of this burden
But he faced it without fear
He was strong to the very end
For only the living shred a tear
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 8:21 AM UTC
In the forest, there grows a flower
That the night loves with starlit showers.
How it blossoms near the tree beneath the moon!
Its petals are a vibrant indentation
Which, with its beauty, betokens the wilderness.
Rapacious and beguiled
Become the seekers of the bloom.
Ravenous are they for its syrupy nector,
And greedy for its savory and intoxicating effect,
Which is delusive to those who would otherwise be able to reckon.
Its glamour incites a yearning
That, not sated, becomes a burning
Which leaves a hollow place where the logic used to be,
And tangles the chords of one's emotions.
Not everything that is enticing is worth the bill of fare,
Even if it thrives freely throughout the land.
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 1:51 PM UTC
"SPOON FED"
BY Arcassin B
i use to dream of being famous,
i use to dream of having a car,
i use to dream of having,
anything,
that would build a better me,
people workin 9 to 5,
searching to be free,
but all you fear is yourself,
not me,
you thought you could put me down,
but i got right back up,
and said im stronger than your demons,
speaking in tounges , feeling stuck up,
preferably speaking,
but you know you cant ignore it,
all the people on the planet.
"Im On To You"
By Arcassin Burnham
blood drippin from your mouth,
i can smell ,
dangerous without a doubt,
hot as the fire , in hell,
im on to you,
if people say im foolish , idc,
im on to you,
its not just me its you and me,
im on to you
can i be the bee,
getting the nector out,
or can i be the misery,
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 5:46 PM UTC
When I push the pedal to the metal theres no limit I **** space...
my movement never constant just can't stay in one place...
So I zoom zoom through the poom poom...
leaving ****** scenes in bedrooms..
given girlies the boom boom...
Explode...As i unload...
round after round clip after clip...
as their bodies shake and twitch lick after lick...
Sounds of *** remind me I'm some ****
And why the **** Im i even sittin here doin this...
With no remorse in my eyes..
I **** em until they die...
pound after pound
clap sound after clap sound...
pelivis agianst *****
we know which is the meanest..
Wit no protection Im at war..
with criminals who only *****
Thier war crimes they get paid for...
then the death toll I get blaimed for..
As i leave them slayin to rest...
Some label me the best...
others just another *** that clucks at all the hens..
Can't read my metaphors that means ***** alot of women...
The reaction is i get a lot of practice so i can be to half bad..
So dont sign up for tryouts get cut then get mad...
because you haven't had the amout of practice i had..
See I know all types of tricks..
lights skin, brown skin, dark skin, i got a whole lot of picks.
The ins and the outs..
when to drive in and when to pull out...
Squirting your insides against my stomach...
you panic..
instantly proclaiming to your maker...
that Iam your ******
the one who drove to fast that your waves decided to crash...
all over me..milking your sweet nector...
as you lay life lessly twitching..the side effects of a killing..
so i place the pedal to the metal i tend to burn rubber...
one hand around the neck of the wheel and the other around my lovers...
Apr 4, 2012
Apr 4, 2012 at 10:48 AM UTC
oh the overcasting
dreary weather
the sun just looks sooooo
grey
oh damb you my sweet sweet sunshine
why'd ya hafta go away?
oh the sky
looking suspicious
ominous is my
dark and sunless sky
now tenebrous an so dull
as I often wonder why
as I find a sweet moment
in the a lull,
an clouds above are full,
so then you know that I
I must anticipate the cry,
....oh sigh...
we -
just plodding along
the clouds now form
in a flowing heavy floor
I hear stomping godly feet
an then the slamming of a door
boy it sure looks now so moody
an it's hard to just ignore
oh I say baby
it is like a leaden sky load
a heavy mess of pain in dear heaps
raining here now
on my dear sweet sweet abode
that man how he weeps an he weeps
he waters my garden now too
everywhere his loving
just seeps and it seeps
as his joy and his pain
it just reaps and it reaps,
oh back through the earth
an then back to the sea
as he pines after her
yes his sweetest Daphne,
oh his wonderful love
oh where you might be?
an but to be the God
of all that
sweet poetry
prophecy
medicine and
Light?
I just don't know why he must cry
I guess it must be that **** night
because then he must wait again- ignite
looking for his lover Daphne
that she'll be in his sight
then making sweet love again
all will be alright
sigh
so as he burdens my deary sky
tho I shall not be depressed
I might hafta go an ask him why
is he is feelin so distressed
when to be the God of what I say everything
I'd say that man is blessed
but perhaps he don't remember
a memory repressed?
oh an it's a-comin dark again
in shadows falling quick
reluctantly he goes behind
mountains
but feeling low an thick
he needs so much to shine on
it's left him feeling sick
he needs your sweet waters deep,
to cry your nector
must be
he only wants to worship you lover
the way he is worshipped too,
you see,
he is a-cryin my sky
becuz my dear he's just
waitin
on your sweet sweet love again.
Ma Cherie @ 2017
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 1:52 PM UTC
My darling, I'll do all the flicking
Since it's your cherry tree I'm picking
Don't get worried if you start shaking
It's merely just the earthquake my tongue is making
***** taste sweeter than nector
I do all the neck work
I'll put her on my face and make an effort
Flood me when you arch, girl
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 11:18 PM UTC
Left a nasty mark
Left side of my face.
Sparked inner disgrace
Embarked upon a new place
Where defaced faces are not remarked.
But in the dark, I got displaced.
This space was dead quieted.
No lark sung here, but hark!
A lone bark cried out. And then another and another.
Braced myself, as stark fear crept inside.
Out of the dark, the pack show their faces
And the race began - They chased me through the park
Traced me deeper in the woods. No hiding place seen
Lack of light, pitch black, trees attack, narrowly missing me.
Can't hack this, graceless at racing.
Face grazed by twigs, looked back at the pack, closing in
Quickened paced and - smack. I found the ground embracing me
Ending the chase as they arced around me
Surrounding me in the dark
My eyes glaced over, sparking more than fear
To enter my brain, all them interlacing together
Death's intamacy marked the end.
I prayed for a coup de grace
Just in case skies aren't empty
Jaws opened and crashed down on me.
Biting, chewing, tearing through me.
Eating raw meat, sweat as nector for them.
Brittle bones break and snap.
They drain my marrow leaving hollow bones.
I laughed.
I laughed louder and louder.
The unearthly sound echoed in the night.
The biting became more frantic, more panicked
Couldn't understand the drastic change.
My fears displaced into the dark of ether
I got up and shooked myself free.
They couldn't defaced me anymore than I am
Frightened by the bite though it's no harsher than the bark
And being frightened, I gave them power over me
Power to tightened my very being.
Misplaced my own proper power prove to be a mistake.
But now I know those shadows do not mark my end
The gallows can wait.
I disembarked from this dark park, leaving behind the barks.
Face still defaced, but with an ace up my sleeve.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 8:38 AM UTC
"CHOICE" 💬 🦟
What you see is not what it is...
So what it is, might not be as its been seen.
"Now close your eyes and let the body rests where it wants."
What if our head is not the thinking factory or are you ready to make a new factory?
But, this time no source of eye rolls
and you will see your legs are also
thinking souls.👁
This time thinking is no longer
than, 1second tip tap tip...
hence,
it starts tapping its way to next direction
which is left and there goes the
right behind...
Like your feets giving you the way to make it stay...
to the journey of this nector you pour which is insane.
Unfortunately 🕳
Its time to rethink the steps we take
on the shows we should ignore,
when we loose our mind's
game roll..👁
Yes? the 1sec power makes your way. . .
Or
is it the 10sec beat droped in your vain... "CHOICE"🦟
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 3:02 PM UTC
*Not so many moons ago,
You and I in a star-ship
Flitting amongst stars, gallivanting
Whilst remeniscing of moments
Indelible moments trapped in time
Only flying-by, eloping to Elysium
Fancying fair lands
Lands pervaded with flowers
Flowers blooming in perpetuity
Lands with rushing rivers
Rivers serpentining with nector
Lands with novelty sea shores
Shores veiled with diamonds
Lands enveloped by lustrous stars
Stars painting words of desire
Lands with halcyon seas
Seas as smooth as a millpond
Lands where the only air
There is to inhale is love
Lands where love is woven by
A tapestry of truth not lies
Lands where love isn't bought by
Sapphires, Rubies nor Emeralds
Lands where all avenues
Are paved with green and gold
Lands where mountains
Are golden-capped
Distant was the journey
Though at length,
For what seemed a life time,
Our eyes feasted on
And from a distance,
There we gazed about her
In all her splendor
Ravishingly alluring yet resplendent
With all chatoyance
One could ever imagine of
Like any one else would,
At a speed of an eagle
Descending about her prey,
Fervently we gravitated
Only to touch down
Than when the luster about her
Had our vessel*
combusted to ash!
© Kikodinho Alexandros
4th Jun 2016
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 10:26 PM UTC
So gentle, so innocent. Young butterfly, i love your soul. Carry that nector, and carry it careful. Without you, life lacks beauty.
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 11:18 PM UTC
I feel the warmth in my chest and I know I am alive.
Im dead almost 24 hours a day.
My thirst is unimaginable.
My nector is also my drug.
My lungs take it in greedily while my liver cries tears of acid.
It's killing me.
I think’
I down another bottle.
I live in the sweet warmth of my ambrosia.
Diving in the lake of fire.
It burns my insides and my throat.
I down another bottle.
My money is dry as so is my supple.
I do a strange dance for my addiction to be sated.
As the dollar's fall the liquid flows.
The faster the merrier the cheaper I feel until i'm worth no more.
I take a breath for the first time in my life.
I scream for help i'm drowning, i'm drowning
No one helps No one cares
Finally I stop breathing I stop struggling.
I drown
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 12:25 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Look what you've done to me,
I can no longer smile,
I can not feel your touch,
Not even for awhile,
I like the flow of your hair,
Even though that's not my style,
It's you I can not bare,
But I was the golden child,
Golden Child,
The glass falls from the bar right
Behind me,
Devil's nector falls to intimacy,
Shared a cardiac arrest in the backseat,
Stole it from my chest and the next morning
Gave it back to me.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 2:58 PM UTC
Sweet.....Sweet Drips of syllables...dripping in your ear lobes..honey....slipping through the wax...Till You brain is under attack...Yummm...makes you Hummm...Old hymms of glory...cause the sweet sweet sounds write your story....You subdue to the pleasures of the words...As they tell you things you have never heard...in and out out then in...This suduction as only started to begin...Cuz i can eradicate the old thoughts...and fill the holes with sweet spots...tasting better then before...So you wont think to want no more...my oooo's and my ahhh's turn to your oooo's and lala's ..cuz I can have you screaming out Oh My GODs and Allahs...But Just from sweet nector...That I drop into your flower...Cuz With me I'll help you grow...With my sweet words in steady flow...
Jun 5, 2012
Jun 5, 2012 at 11:39 AM UTC
The Rains Came...
the rains came in short, but lovely, bursts
clouds, that had been only skyward visitors, decided to weep
welcome, welcome rain from high up
come and fill our flowers cup
leave some moisture for us to keep
leave it while the desert sleeps
let it soak into the ground
giving up lifes nector, with nary a sound
the rains came in short, but lovely bursts....
Brian Hill - 2020 # 308
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 9:13 AM UTC
Vision of Love
They have memorial walls for fallen soldiers there needs to be a rock wall a memoral for lost
love with exquisite tranlucent paint take trebling hand pick up the brush let the inward brokeness
guide your brush strokes all that see her face will know the haunting pleasure that speaks bluntly
of imeasurable thoughts that were built from peace and it alone holds pathos are not tears and
hurts bound to the wall when you gave your all your eyes show the starry incomprinsible
knowing this was all of lifes searching bestowed in one human form it emits this emotional
content wave after wave indisoulble atraction that was binding in one but just a wisp of an echo
of feet departing that is potrayed and is plainly seen crestfallen heart does bleed on this outer
stone now the cracking lines separate but in doing so makes for a greater lasting whole it dosen’t
deminish her beauty fair only in this does glory flare in spite of erarthen decay life it tells in a
binding spell does aliveness know bounds stuctures that call all elements of life sea ward scapes
trees on mountan vistas the deepest sweetewst medows are aglow when I touched her arm that
once held me tight in embrace now the airy wind tells of it as just a mystery but oh to me it is the
cooing of the dove it was what I invested my all in love for a time it was reality living breathing
unspoken tenderness flowed sweet as wine a nector aged in the divine heart of promise and it
was mine now sweetest torture looks out on me from a rock wall if I were God I wouldd crush it
to powder and make her come to life only for me but who wants a slave with out will or thought
that’s not the materail or value of love it must be freely given by this device joy trully could pour
from rock and love spill on this dead broken life if it could only be so restoration from heaps of
tallied days longings with out end the chrushing continues this soul must live on recalections
a smile frozen in time a voice that was as cool as the dewy morn that called me to brightest day
where ever I go I am under her watchful eye the rocks are sure they are my peaceful cure for her
love that I lost by this know that true love never dies it just planitivly sighs over days and years
Mar 23, 2012
Mar 23, 2012 at 3:34 AM UTC
love is a sweet and beautiful flower filled with nector.
It has its danger sometimes you can get stung by the
bee of loves anger and hard times,it hurts for a few
days then goes away. danger also lerks in the aroma
of attatchment. Drink the sweet nector of love it goes
right for the heart. It can cause Intense pleasure and
happieness but can also cause the most pain a person can
go threw.
Jul 31, 2010
Jul 31, 2010 at 1:11 AM UTC
Oh, gentle shade
of lovely tree --
songbirds trill a
symphony.
Long shadows
punctuate the days--
the beetles work is done.
The last sweet nector
for honey-bee;
we're sheltered now
upon the lee.
Just wait: the smokey fires
will burn,
and the leaves will
fall...
for sweet Autumn,
all too soon,
will come.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 1:33 PM UTC
give m3e.
August 4, 2014 at 9:51am
give me a pen and a pad or board and a key...and im sing you a song a haromonic mellody...This what I do..this is what I choose...Not matter how you feel I just cant loose....So give me a letter a word a thought or a phrase....and Im lay down a piece and have you singin for days...Cuz my methods are ill...You get sick i got skill...These are more then just words there intended to heal...Give me a sight or a scene or a vision a dream...And i'll paint you a picture that you've never seen..So Im more then artist..Im kinda the nicest..Some people would call me a Wordologist...Give me an oo or and ah and F or an O...and I'm a make you feel good im a put on a show...Cuz Im your director...Writter and actor...My stuff is so sweet like your suckin on nector...Im a passionate fruit... an aquamarine.... I'm the water for Oceans... everything that you need....
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC
Us in love, rainbows made from cotton candy and bubble gum.
Head back, smiling toward the sunshine, warm hand around my waist.
Sprawled across the lawn, lips moist, plump, ripe and ready.
Us in love, sweet wine, flower nector, butterflies dancing above our head. Laughter, then giggles, followed by silent stares that mean the world. You promise forever, but I hear eternity when you speak.
Us in love, rhapsody divine, angelic sounds when I lay on your chest.
Heart beats in sync, candles spent, no concept of time or space. I pounce toward your intentions, you capture my cause and we wait.
Us in love, never cold or tired, flowing curtains in the wind. Gapping love birds whisper in envy. Unicorns trot around our encampment, fairy dust drizzles over our heads.
Us in love, Us in love, Us in Love.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC
pieces of folded paper cover the holes in my shoes. my bills are past due which is nothing new . i walk past the restarant where people are eating and my stomach sends out a reminder that its time to eat. walking on tired and weary feet. but never will i boo who , my faith that things will change will never be displaced,God will help me win the race the sweet nector of Victory my lips will always taste.
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 12:37 PM UTC
Vines of unforgiving heights
climb up through my depths.
Leaves vocalize in delight
beneath my every movement.
Up and down my fingertips
sturdy roots intertwine.
Blooming on unexpectant lips
wild roses whisper tenderness.
Wind across the prairie wide
fill my lungs, rush my soul.
Sweet nector does not hide
from my heightened senses.
Water flows sweet and smooth
to cleanse my ever fiber.
I must dare nothing move
me from this sweet oasis.
Love as simple and as vast
wilderness as his is.
It be my wish of last
to stay entirely lost in.
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC