DAYDREAMING

Among the harvest of my thoughts, I find myself daydreaming of a Lady Flower whom I have not yet met.

The light gleaming from her eyes, even though hidden within night's darkness and fantasies, still gives beauty to my dreams.

Every heart is shackled by self-pity at times, but only the lonely know the difference between sympathetic sorrow and lonesome tears.

Tenderly, my heart remains devoted to her, for in the nakedness of the wind, I can taste her sweet, feminine scent through the poems I write on this lonely park bench.

Every time she gracefully walks upon lifeless grass, her sultry image gives beauty to it under a sunlight blessing beautiful flowers like herself.

Daydreaming about this lovely woman helps restore the voice of passion I once lost inside the grave of a broken heart.

Today, I cling to the liberty of her enchanting spirit for happiness and in the essence of my daydreams, I imagine reaching for her lips to taste what sweet love really means.

Courtesy of Aya & The Poetry Palace

Written by/copyright Andy David © 2010-present

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A TREMBLING FLOWER AND YOU

Beautiful maiden, breathe upon me your sweet fragrance and fill my mind with colorful shades of tenderness and joy.

Only you can remove this melancholic feeling filling my body and soul with a lifetime of heartaches I obtained beneath the trials of romance and love.

Sadly, my heart seems to vacillate between kindness and unfaithfulness - with the latter always leaving me in tears and at my lowest ebb.

Even if I am simmering inside for your feminine touch, I know quite well I can never buy your love with the most beautiful pearls sleeping at the bottom of the ocean.

The intonations of my heart speak to you with words that can only be heard through written poems dancing at your painted toes with the help of the gentle wind.

O maiden, your sweetness can bring a dying flower back to life and at the same time, your tears can fill a man's heart with sadness, causing him to appreciate a dying flower before the earth swallows her trembling beauty forever.

My darling, it is the fragrance of a trembling flower that leads me to you before the soil of the earth also welcomes me home.

Written by/copyright Andy David © 2010-present
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Friends...IT"S TIME TO ENTER YOUR LINES!

My friends and readers, it's time to ENTER YOUR LINES!

Let's celebrate! Come on over...doors are open now!

I've hired a photographer for the event, so make sure you dress to impress!

Hmm..wonder who'll turn up first?

Here's the image and my one line as per previous guidelines.

Title: THE VERY ESSENCE OF LOVE

My line: The spark of life shining within me was born from the essence of love (word count: 14)

Come on over, add your one-line/15 words/yes (for minor spelling & grammar corrections) in the comments box, then relax, have some refreshments and enjoy the party!

Due to limited seating, admittance is on a first come first enter basis.

Since we are all in different time zones & to give everyone a fair chance, the RSVP period will run from now - Fri 2 Dec 2011 or until I receive 25 responses. Once the magic 25 has been reached, doors will close & there will be no further admittance.

It's Time To ENTER YOUR LINES!


28 Nov 2011 Update...this linkup is now CLOSED. 
The collaboration poem has been posted here...

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A SWEET, SPANISH FLOWER

Her sweet, intoxicating fragrance in the gentle breeze reminds me of midnight kisses stolen passionately in secret.

Shining like jewels through an hourglass, even her eyes bear the beauty of a velvet rose immobilizing time between two lovers.

In a garden of innocence, she is most noticeable because of her sultry intentions beckoning the heart of a man staring joyfully at this sweet, Spanish flower.

Lost in moments of imaginative madness, I find myself kissing the back of her soft, feminine hand in a public setting.

How can the allure of this woman move me to welcome her breathless kisses when we are bound by secrets that cannot be revealed?

Awakened by reality, I find myself gently kissing the silken petals of a flower blooming in my midst with warm, trembling lips.

Smiling bashfully while I hold her dearly and in such high esteem, I realize this sweet, Spanish flower has captivated my stolen glances, for I have come to adore her since she stands most beautiful among this garden of passionate freedom.

Written by/copyright Andy David © 2010-present

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The Gooseberry Gdn: Poetry Picnic Wk15 "November, Winter, Change & Hope"

BEAUTIFUL WOMAN OF MY HEART

Beautiful woman of my heart, even the tears sitting upon your eyelids remind me of fragrant flowers hanging from the branches of a gorgeous tree.

I sometimes slip inside the passage of time within the ebb of my mind to see the dynamic glory of your presence among children seeking the playful happiness from someone as wonderful and kind as you.

Darling, because of you, I am adorned by day with the stars of heaven and find it extremely sensual to entwine my body with yours in rhythmic harmony.

My beloved is what you are and the essence of your sacred spirit can transform any flower into sparkling pearls at the feet of someone searching for grain to feed their home.

With tears, my heart trembles ever so gently as the voice of time whispers the song of love I have written for you before a host of angels swaying burning incense in their hands.

Beautiful woman of my heart, thank you for teaching me the difference between passion and love.

Now I know passion is derived and born from a mood that will eventually lose its flavor like the changing of the seasons, but love…love is the true jewel of the heart where one finds timeless happiness…representing both yours and mine.

Written by/copyright Andy David © 2010-present
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CRY NOT FOR ME

My darling, when you cry, weep not for me, but for the love in your midst that you purposely refused to acknowledge.

You dance before kings and men of the night while believing yourself to be more prestigious than someone adorned with simplicity or residing in poverty.

Every woman was born for the desires of love, but sadly, only a few can separate its true meaning from the material lust of this world.

In puzzlement, I behold the vision of you blessing an infant flower with the kindness of water, but foolishly sharing the mystery of your perfumed veil with an intoxicated stranger.

Probe into my heart and you will find the kind of faithfulness every lover dreams of beneath the timeless sovereignty of love.

Lady Flower, cry not for me, but for the beauty of love that has passed you by…just like the soothing winds between your fingertips.

Darling, cry not for me, for I will soon be on my way to find and nurture an empty heart searching for a sweet and precious love like mine.

Written by/copyright Andy David © 2010-present

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RAINING FLOWERS UPON YOU

Lovely maiden, view the birds in flight soaring across the skies with blooming flowers in their mouths for the wonder of you.

View the guitar at my side filled with excitement to play sweet music for you upon its silver, sparkling strings.

With love, I will pronounce your name in the prayers of life among lit candles bearing your wonderful, enchanting fragrance.

Darling, let me whisper to you the words I longed to say ever since that day when your beautiful eyes spoke about the attraction you had for a man like me.

Please know, if I should become shy and cannot speak in your presence, then the flowers among us will chant poetic words of romance buried within my loving heart for only you.

You will hear the sayings of passion and love filling the air while the beauty of you compliments each word with graciousness and style.

You will hear the voice of my heart thanking the birds in flight for raining upon your lovely image thousands of life's most beautiful and timeless flowers.

Written by/copyright Andy David
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IMAGINARY DREAMS

Sweet darling, in my imaginary dreams, I write poetry for you with the blood from my heart upon the tenderness of yours.

Each written word holds your smiling face like the last rays of the sun fading before admiring eyes.

Your head upon my shoulder feels like the light of love against my skin and the very presence of you like the greatest creation sleeping in my loving arms.

With tears falling from your eyes, I see you watering lilies and orchids once withered but now blooming with the freedom of life while dancing upon the soil of your love.

In dreams of deep silence, you never stay long enough to disturb my loneliness with your tender touch…instead, you fade away into the breeze of a misty dawn like the aromatic fragrance of a wild rose.

You fade away like written words from the heart of a poet into the winds of imaginary dreams.

Written by/copyright Andy David © 2010-present

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SEASONS OF BEAUTY

Darling, my heart is divided between the sadness of a lonely winter and the spring I must also spend without your lovely smile.

You are the flower that has climbed into the garden of my heart...allowing me to steal the golden sunshine from your eyes.

In autumn, I am saddened by withered flowers giving in to the mercy of death, after being abandoned by strangers nonchalantly passing by.

Still, I cannot forget the summer we once shared when your warmth in the foliage of its beauty was much greater than nature itself.

Sadly, this forlorn heart of mine bears the sorrow of lonesomeness knowing seasons will again pass between us like empty days and sleepless nights.

Beautiful Lady Flower, every ray of sunshine coming into my path will remind me of the luminosity you willingly gave to my midnight dreams.

We are bound by seasons of priceless beauty, for I shall touch and taste your sweetness through the breathless fragrance of every newborn flower.

Written by/copyright Andy David © 2010-present (Photo by Miss. B)
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QUEEN OF FLOWERS

"la llorona" by Maria Christina 

I am a stranger to the flower sitting in the gentle hands of a woman who only has eyes for the man refusing to appreciate her priceless values.

How I wish I could comfort her from the bitter tears falling with sadness from her pretty, swollen eyes.

As I meditate on life and love, I cannot help but wonder about this woman who seems to have spent more days in pain and sorrow than in happiness with the man she accepted as her lover.

Foolish is the man who forgets what a woman means to his heart, his desires and to the earth!

Life and love are meaningless without the beauty and existence of a woman in the naked arms of a man, in the presence of children or among blooming flowers.

A woman is the queen of all flowers and the greatest inspiration man has ever known or will ever know in this stream of time.

A woman is the ultimate reason why I fall to my knees tearfully whenever I observe her beauty being disrespected by a man too blind to see she is the Almighty's most beautiful and precious creation.

Written by/copyright Andy David © 2010-present

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A WEEPING ROSE

This is my first time entering nova Poe-a-tree Hop, created & hosted by Roy Durham over at Roy's Garage Sell and Auction. The prompt this week is the "Rose flower of love". To read more or to add your entry to the linky, click on the badge or click here...

A WEEPING ROSE

Beneath a quiet wind, a weeping rose tenderly gestured to me by waving her battered petals, which had been mistreated by dust and time and neglected by the unkindness of human hands.

Her tears were most holy to me, for they fell like crystals upon the parched ground also thirsting for some form of water to quench its soil with dignity and respect.

She spoke of her birthplace as being ancient and timeless…where contentment and cedar wood once formed the barriers housing her humble image before she was uprooted by hands that could not promise her an everlasting love.

Standing in solitude from the world, her quivering voice expressed her sadness and grief with sweet lyrics that even comforted me in my loneliness.

Caressing her warm petals with tear-filled eyes was like touching the very depths of her heart, which felt bruised from the elements, scorching heat and unfaithful hands.

Even though her fragrance had almost melted away in the air, her faded beauty was still most prestigious as she offered her humility by bowing before me with tears and respect, as if I were someone special.

Even in weakness, this weeping rose became the most beautiful flower the rising dawn had ever blessed with morning dew born from the heavens.

By far, she triumphed over all hearts with her gracefulness, which simply represented the kindness she offered a simple man like me who could only return my tears as water to try to bathe her frail image back to life.

I told her love was all I could offer her and my home would become hers, should she decide to decorate it with her timeless essence.

Looking at me in all her weakness and with her aromatic scent wafting contentedly into the passing breeze, she gestured to me once again…only this time, her battered petals waved a final goodbye with tears of thankfulness as she succumbed to death's cold embrace.

Sadly, it took a weeping rose to reveal to me the true beauty of life, death and love...with love being the sweetest affection I have ever known.

Written by/copyright Andy David © 2010-present
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AUTUMN

Autumn has arrived surreptitiously and the leaves and flowers once holding so much beauty have begun to fade…like my hope in the maiden I love.

In lamentation, my sorrow will stain this path of time and in my life, death welcomes me with a stinging embrace.

Love is a timeless gift only a few will cherish and yet its precious meaning is misused by many who profess love.

The maiden I once adored stands first among such a crowd, for I was misled by the curves of her figure and the sweetness of her breath.

The realm of light from her has become like a dying flame alongside the shadow of her appearance and her beauty like a withered flower burning in the fireside of unfaithfulness.

I could easily hold the knowledge of disappointment close to my heart, but the fruits of unfaithfulness I despise, especially when uttered from a pair of trembling lips representing the word "deceit".

Her aromatic scent has become like the veil of death in a land of lifeless flowers and her smile like an unpleasant facial expression from a woman with ulterior motives.

I have fallen prey to the temptress of lies, for I feel like a fool who has been stabbed in the heart with the kiss of death.

In time, my wounds will heal, for I believe in the Hands that spin the wool of life.

Sadly, my foolish thoughts held me captive for the Lady Flower I never really knew.

Written by/copyright Andy David © 2010-present (photo by Miss. B)

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PROBING INTO YOUR THOUGHTS

My darling, with passion and desire, I can taste your sweet, feminine fragrance, even beneath the breath of sleeping flowers.

Kindly allow my heart to partake in your kingdom to enjoy the emotions I long for from a maiden like you.

Indulge me to probe into your thoughts so I can hear the eternal whispers of your mysterious passion.

The invisible incense burning at the base of your beautiful presence reminds me of the angelic scent every man hopes for in a woman.

You are the Lady Flower whose prestigious beauty brings joyfulness to my eyes, even in tearful sadness.

My darling, probing into your thoughts has revealed to me the humble supplications you make to the Almighty in silent dreams.

Your supplications are so kind and tender that every time you make mention of my name, my heart becomes exulted.

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