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ANGIES TULIP PAGE
From sun-baked bulbs these tulips grew,
Heads tossed by passing breeze.
Fine ladies dancing tall and true,
Doing whatever they please.
When tulips grace our meeting,
We know that spring is here,
And their show however fleeting,
The eye and senses cheer.
TULIP SUNDAY
In the Botanical Gardens
bright tulips
spread out
like a yellow tablecloth
on a table with thousands of legs.
Some tulips
have red lips
and dark black eyes.
They bow and curtsy
in the wind.
TULIP POEM 1
In the garden
Tulips grow
Straight and golden
In a row.
Each one holds
Its empty cup
Drinking rain
And sunshine up.
TULIPS
Strewn across the hillside, a flock of silken sheep Dyed in glorious hue. Prancing abandon After the tight-lipped thaw, once fisted buds Unfettered, wanton petals stroked by sun. I plucked one, brought it home, set it on my table: Straight-stalked, lush, and crowned by crimson glow, Luminous. So sensual, to be so unashamed Opening its mouth, completely exposed. Cupped between my palms, one tulip, culled, In single velvet repose, widening petals Joined at the point of my thumbs at the base of the bloom. Drawn to its color, tempted toward its perfume, Lips dusted with pollen, I dip down into velour, Search for the dark drop of nectar concealed in its core.
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