POETRY

.......'Kissed as we have kissed, but never parted as we two are fated now to part. For the crimson flower of our life is eaten by the cankerworm of truth, And no hand can gather up the fallen withered petals of the rose of youth. Yet I am not sorry that I loved you -ah! what else had I a boy to do?'

Flower of Love

Oscar Wilde

Jasmine and Rose

In a garden,

As beautiful as heaven,

At night Jasmine,

With white silky lips,

Unfolded its perfumed petals,

Blossoms in ethereal beauty,

With a creamy glow.

By Salmabanu Hatim

from his poem 'Jasmine and Rose'


Sweet White Lily

I give you my sweet white Lily
My petals a treasure from heaven above.

  Soft and plush like that of crushed velvet Tender and pink do they lay beneath My scent so gloriously enticing
A most divine essence to behold. Petal upon sweet petal for you to unfold.  Detailed and like braille do you then trace.

 For my bud there under will you bequeath. At it's core, sticky and sweet does it reside. For you alone, the gift of my sweet white Lily

By Pandora


The Flower and The Honey Bee

He is a handsome flower lying silently on the seashore, under a tropical Marathon Key sky. His stem long and thick extending to a sugary bud. And I, a determined honey bee with a love of nectar. My duty is to extract every drop from him. I start at the head to soften his bud making sure to ease my way down to the stem as it hardens. My lips tighten their grip. I move back and forth using my tongue to moisten every stroke. The sweetness of his flavor gives my body an overwhelming sensation of ecstasy. I feel him expand in my throat. Romantically weakened by pleasure, he blooms releasing that sweet honey..

Extraction complete…

He lies radiant, swaying back and forth in the cool spring breeze. On this island, I’m forever his honey bee

Simply Divine

The rose is simply divine,
Its beauty just can't be denied
It's full of life and captivating
Its flower is fascinating.

A tiny bud slowly opens,
A petal that is golden.
Its aroma is so delighting,
While its thorny stems are uninviting.

The rose stands above the rest,
From near or far it's unsurpassed
The wonders of nature displayed,
In this small flower are portrayed.

by Catherine Pulsifer

How doth the little busy bee

How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower!

How skilfully she builds her cell!
How neat she spreads the wax!
And labours hard to store it well
With the sweet food she makes.

In works of labour or of skill,
I would be busy too;
For Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do.

In books, or work, or healthful play,
Let my first years be passed,
That I may give for every day
Some good account at last.

Isaac Watts (1674-1748)