Tulips. According to Patch, pink tulips are a good flower choice for relationships when that aren’t quite at the passionate love stage yet. But Life123.com reports that a red tulip is a “declaration of love” and white ones signify “beautiful eyes.” Given these meanings, giving tulips for a loved one is never a bad idea, either.
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My heart aches at your face
My heart strings- fragile, moulds bale.
lively blossom-mottled cheek,
Drips, my sorrow – your Bridal
Veil in bleak.
Upon the mirror of my love
Twinkles, your glorious beauty preen.
Entombed into me, your soul,
Now, bade me disfigured –
My arms- tender, longs for
Seeks your vision to embrace you.
Hold me; I will
cede you my heart’s pulse,
I will resuscitate your sleeping
title-2-Drips, charismatic beads….
dawn’s opalescent sky,
Transient strokes, infinite grace.
Drips, charismatic beads from on high,
Onto the caravan of veins, slumbering solace.
Rejoices, Splashes of green
Beads: crystal, reflecting light Prismatic: amber.
Flakes of dulcet tone, camouflaged slender,
Spout-symphony woven out of air.
spreads on Sepal’s palm,
Dew: beads, slithers, Voyage-sinuous.
Gleams -At the apex of ladybug’s charm,
spherical, ecstasy, pearly-gloss.
We’ll be pausing for two minutes at 11 o’clock today to mark Armistice day.
When we talked about the importance of remembering and the wearing of poppies a few weeks ago, we had such a big response that we kept in touch with some of the listeners we spoke to – many of whom were under 16.
Joshua Peters is nine years old and he has written some poems about remembrance. He’ll be on the radio at about 10.50am today, and two others, both called Olivia, will read their poems about World War 2 after the silence.
Here’s one of Joshua’s poems I thought you might like to see:
Heaven is all around, Life in War 1914-1918
Lying without motion on the ground
The lost ones have been found.
The dead have been crowned.
Heaven is all around.
Those soldiers fought in war
With the Devil at their doors.
Now without a sound,
Heaven is all around.
Don’t leave them there, for God’s sake,
End their loved ones ache.
Heaven is here.
By Joshua Peters
Aged 9 yrs (March 2007)
I am lost, I am falling, I am now living in a world with no sleep; The night has become an ocean and I am drowning in the deep
The moon has become my sun, The stars bring light to my sky; Staring at a ceiling unable to sleep, no matter how hard I try
I am living in a silent world full of artificial light; Words fall from this pen, as pages are filled with these darks verses that I write
My eye lids are feeling heavy now, But are my eyes already closed? Or is this just a longer blink; My mattress is turning into quicksand, As I slowly begin to sink
Soft whispers start to tumble and fall down, I wonder am I asleep or am I still awake; Maybe this is all a daydream, and I am laying here just waiting for yet another dawn to break
As I fall deeper I feel my body lifting up high, as soft voices whisper they have heard me calling; But just as the sun begins to rise I wake up screaming as I feel my body falling.
BARRY MOWLES ©2012
Why some people do not ponder
Before acting or uttering words of wonder?
Is it out of denseness or narrowness?
Or maybe due to immaturity or impulsiveness?
Or just to vex or show rudeness?
Are they aware of the repercussions
Of their irresponsible actions
and verbal aggression?
Shall we resort to avoidance
Or wear a costume of patience?
© Chaouki Mkaddem
I think I will write up some words,
I’m scared that you’ll find them absurd,
I’ll give it a go,
‘Cause you never know,
Ideas take flight just like birds.
My parents taught me right from wrong,
I’m glad that it did not take long,
If they hadn’t done that,
Then I’d be a spoilt brat,
Though I think I’ve been one all along.
It’s time for us friends to part ways,
We’ve come to the end of our days,
But let’s not say goodbye,
‘Cause that will make me cry,
We’ll go and leave nothing to say.
Look now into fire’s amber hue,
Let your eyes be stuck as by glue,
Remember the past times,
Absolved now of your crimes,
A man who can now start anew.
(In honor of All Hallows’ Eve and those spirits who are still with us)
Urban breakdown, society in
we used to live simply, off the working man’s toil.
stuck together, in good times and bad,
Good family values are what we had.
Then life became too busy, chasing materialistic ideals,
to talk to each other; over family meals.
Greed and selfishness crept in,
and living together was no longer a sin.
Money and false
celebrities became the gods,
and going to church was no longer mod.
and good friends distant.
Now we have so many lives
in a muddle,
with so many young mums left to struggle.
What happened to
free love, the 60s dream?
Why did our lives turn out so mean?
to see so many relationships fail.
No one said the liberal life, would have
such a sting in the tail.
Whether you live in the country the city or town,
we are all paying the price of the urban breakdown.
By Simon Icke
Who loves to lie with me,
And turn his merry note
Unto the sweet bird’s throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun,
And loves to live i’ the sun,
Seeking the food he eats,
And pleas’d with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
But winter and rough weather.
People gather often alone. There are
Separate moments taking place
Everywhere. Yet it all seems close
In each interaction a choice is made
To say hello with our eyes or just
Toss our glance back to a computer
We all have a façade that we
Work really hard to contain
Now if we can let go the negative
Connotation – façade, fake, pretend
We might recognize value in each individual
Unmuted favorite song
– and now listen –
We don’t have to be different
We can all love and laugh
We can avoid the insecure scrutiny
That makes pretend our reality
By being present, we do exist
Long enough for the person nearby
To recognize a feature of your identity
So, that isolation might be in vain
Unless, of course
If we take a long walk in the forest
Continue going forward over brush and tree root and rocks
Come upon the edge of a cliff after miles of hiking
Without looking back
We then do find ourselves alone without anyone seemingly …
Nature’s grasp upon our soul
Allows our physicality to interact
As human beings God’s peace exists
What happens when listening walks away?
Thom Amundsen 2013
YOU’VE MET folks, and will still welcome
the mankind, then, now, forthcoming;
you’ve been stabbing them, neither getting
exhausted of it, over, over, and over again.
You’ll leave them bleeding in love, bruised
with ache, vested with solitude, frozen
grief in their faces, remorse within
their vacuous eyes; death within their soul.
You’ve met folks incapable of defending their
so-called self, competent of wasting their so-called
life, you’ll be stabbing them with your
sin-sharpened sword; heart pierced with vagueness.
You’ll abandon them like a butt of cigarette smoked
by several lips, a butt of cigarette gradually
engulfing by the vanishing fire, a but of cigarette,
stomped by hundreds of shoes; and they’ll die a little death.
Sword of Love what a sovereignty
in your possession’s, don’t you ever get dull?
Sword of Love all of us will encounter your
cold-blooded skin, and when we do, bury us!
Sword of Love you’ll have more than a lifetime,
to witness all the aftermath, entirely all! Everything!
Sword of Love stab me once, by your weapon, with
all your force, with all that’s left; and never retreat –ever.
Oh Sword of Love –
Good day! I’m Andy Dimayuga, from Philippines (:
I just want to share my poem (:
I’m still studying and now in my senior year in college. I’m fond of reading poems and I wonder how writers/poets write such and now I find myself writing poems as well.
Tonight our world will ring a new bell
A notion we have intimately embraced
Tonight is the wealth of our predecessors
Everlasting faith and will to believe; to live
We are human
We are real
We stand tonight
We are surreal
In the lovely arms of equality
Life has been patiently moving forward
Suggesting who we are may be acknowledged
We are progressive in the eyes of the law
And you are my partner
And I am your lover
And now ours is forever
And we are together
The world will hold court today
We watch hands held together
At the strike of a twilight hour
In that first minute change is real
For even in our childhood when love
Seemed only generated by family
As we grew old and shed innocence
There arose a new confidence in love
Tested in our every walk of life
Tested by our friends and family
Tested by our will to understand
Tested and passed when love …
Watch close, we reference the human condition
Society has challenged itself to be the agent
Creates a new path that everyone in His eyes
Evolve with deeper, heartfelt, delicious love
August 1st, 2013
It rolls over the hills,
A mystic splendour to transform,
Like a mantle of gossamer beauty,
As the night gives way to the dawn.
It engulfs the spider’s web,
Glistening in the morning cold,
Jewels of exquisite beauty,
Bedecked with silver and gold.
It creeps along the greenery,
Then freezers in the night,
Jack Frost pays a visit,
To create a carpet of white.
It moves in ghostly silence,
To swallow everything around,
Like a phantom possessed,
I t visits without a sound.
Its one of natures many gifts,
That bedecks this world of ours,
She spins a web of beauty,
That covers the trees and flowers.
It creates a blanket of secrecy,
Of everything it has kissed,
Clings to Mother Nature,
That’s the toil of the mist.
Malcolm G Bradshaw
I pick up the phone
I dial a number; unimportant
I talk to myself and wait for the tone
No one is ever in
Do I want them to be – I don’t know?
I pray they answer, but they never do
It’s always the same whenever I call
I could be in hospital after a fall
I could be younger with a broken heart
In need of advice from the man at the mini-mart
But I’m not – I’m old
I sit at bus queues and talk of the past
About the cost of today and the life – how fast
I can only afford the single phone
I have no family
The answer machines are my only friends
I’m just old, tired…and mostly alone
By Tom Dearden