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Wildflowers [ballad]
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Oft’ slow I'll pass by the Olde Flower Shop,
adore each delightful bouquet,
considering you'd most surely love one,
but I lack the coinage to pay.
Hang then my head low in sorrowful shame,
strolling sadly on down the road ...
knowing how I have once more let you down,
and it's not so easy a load.
Money troves in the bank nor great riches,
not likely I'll own very much;
yet, all I have to give is yours, my love ...
I'm not very handsome, as such.
My eyes dimmer, too ... tho, still just as blue;
this old heart beats warmly and strong,
while all the time, my thought’s dwelling on You,
I know they're there ~ where they belong.
I dream of being your deserving man,
days in-love you'll smile upon me;
all the world alive in its lovely glow,
my spirit soars higher and free.
There 'long the roadside...hopeful, they beckon,
their colours so vividly strong,
in the breeze, lovely wildflowers dancing;
like You ~ in my heart they belong.
There are so many, they beg to be picked,
but I’m not that greedy a guy,
softly caressing the textures of each,
grateful hands agree with the eye.
With bounty held close, aromas so sweet,
no wider smile my face has known.
No vase yet received a lovelier treat,
nor flora from God's fields e’er grown.
It's said I'm not all that much to look at,
my body is not quite as buff;
my hair's thinned-out now, all silver 'n grey,
and my love is never enough.
Yet, I'll strive to be a more worthy man
with money enough that you'll know,
I can afford the most gorgeous bouquet
a man's hand did ever bestow.
Down on my knees, I'll present it with love,
while begging your forgiveness, too ...
that I'm not up to par – lacking by far,
but I'll try my heart out for You.
Meanwhile, darling dear, I hope You can hear
the soft urging beat of my heart.
It's murmuring to You, "Please, accept true,
these Wildflowers ~ as a new start."
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Oft’ slow I'll pass by the Olde Flower Shop,
adore each delightful bouquet,
considering you'd most surely love one,
but I lack the coinage to pay.
Hang then my head low in sorrowful shame,
strolling sadly on down the road ...
knowing how I have once more let you down,
and it's not so easy a load.
Money troves in the bank nor great riches,
not likely I'll own very much;
yet, all I have to give is yours, my love ...
I'm not very handsome, as such.
My eyes dimmer, too ... tho, still just as blue;
this old heart beats warmly and strong,
while all the time, my thought’s dwelling on You,
I know they're there ~ where they belong.
I dream of being your deserving man,
days in-love you'll smile upon me;
all the world alive in its lovely glow,
my spirit soars higher and free.
There 'long the roadside...hopeful, they beckon,
their colours so vividly strong,
in the breeze, lovely wildflowers dancing;
like You ~ in my heart they belong.
There are so many, they beg to be picked,
but I’m not that greedy a guy,
softly caressing the textures of each,
grateful hands agree with the eye.
With bounty held close, aromas so sweet,
no wider smile my face has known.
No vase yet received a lovelier treat,
nor flora from God's fields e’er grown.
It's said I'm not all that much to look at,
my body is not quite as buff;
my hair's thinned-out now, all silver 'n grey,
and my love is never enough.
Yet, I'll strive to be a more worthy man
with money enough that you'll know,
I can afford the most gorgeous bouquet
a man's hand did ever bestow.
Down on my knees, I'll present it with love,
while begging your forgiveness, too ...
that I'm not up to par – lacking by far,
but I'll try my heart out for You.
Meanwhile, darling dear, I hope You can hear
the soft urging beat of my heart.
It's murmuring to You, "Please, accept true,
these Wildflowers ~ as a new start."
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Published 5th Jun 2021
| Edited 6th Jun 2021
Author's Note
Just a simple bard he,
but his heart was free....
Composed in Ballad form with a flowing 10/8/10/8 syllable-count,
in an easy x-b-x-b, x-d-x-d, x-f-x-f, etc; rhyme scheme.
Try one, you'll like it. : )
but his heart was free....
Composed in Ballad form with a flowing 10/8/10/8 syllable-count,
in an easy x-b-x-b, x-d-x-d, x-f-x-f, etc; rhyme scheme.
Try one, you'll like it. : )
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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Anonymous
- Edited 25th Oct 2022 6:45pm
5th Jun 2021 5:05pm
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5th Jun 2021 5:45pm
Hey, Buddy! 😊
It's so nice to find you here, partaking of this gently romantic little piece of humble love.
Sorry for the length … my rusty olde pen seemed to dance with new life.
Thank you, Tim, for your inspiring praise and expressed appreciation of my heart and skills … I am thrilled and honored you selected this one.
You sure know how to make sharing a joy-filled pleasure.⁓ Richard 🍃
It's so nice to find you here, partaking of this gently romantic little piece of humble love.
Sorry for the length … my rusty olde pen seemed to dance with new life.
Thank you, Tim, for your inspiring praise and expressed appreciation of my heart and skills … I am thrilled and honored you selected this one.
You sure know how to make sharing a joy-filled pleasure.⁓ Richard 🍃
5th Jun 2021 8:08pm
What a beautiful and heart-touching poem. It should melt any heart. There's something about wildflowers that communicates at a deeper level than "store-bought" flowers. Take more love and effort. Hugs and peace, oral, and a wild flower.
5th Jun 2021 10:15pm
Lovely spieled, Oral 🔆
What a heartfelt homage you've left for this tenderly writ piece to a hopeful heart's humble efforts to win his love over into his arms.
I agree, wildflowers have that specialness about them any true heart will sigh over the flower shop's, but they sure are beautiful, too.
Bless you, Oral, with a big, colorful bouquet of thanks! ⁓ Richard 🍃
What a heartfelt homage you've left for this tenderly writ piece to a hopeful heart's humble efforts to win his love over into his arms.
I agree, wildflowers have that specialness about them any true heart will sigh over the flower shop's, but they sure are beautiful, too.
Bless you, Oral, with a big, colorful bouquet of thanks! ⁓ Richard 🍃
5th Jun 2021 10:17pm
Thank you, received with grateful thanks. Keep on writing masterpieces. Hugs and peace, oral
My lovely Sir Richard,
Your talent in the format alone, leaves my head spinning in wonderment. The 10/8 syllable-count was so seamless that I didn't even notice until I read your author's note. I am awed that such a beautifully written sentiment can be so very structured... simply amazing.
I must say that my love of flowers had me almost immediately falling in love with this poem before I even read it but I was so utterly enthralled after reading (4 or 5 times) that I can honestly say my first instinct wasn't wrong... ;)
The deep admissions and heartfelt imagery... along with the sprinkling of rhymes throughout the stanzas, had me whimsically lost in a field of my mind's created wildflowers.... and swooning at the yearnings conveyed.
I was lost, willingly and happily within.
So so pretty and powerfully felt.
Thank you for sharing this visceral creation.
💐🌺🌷🌼🥀🌸🍃💮🌹🌻🏵️💐
-💙
B
Your talent in the format alone, leaves my head spinning in wonderment. The 10/8 syllable-count was so seamless that I didn't even notice until I read your author's note. I am awed that such a beautifully written sentiment can be so very structured... simply amazing.
I must say that my love of flowers had me almost immediately falling in love with this poem before I even read it but I was so utterly enthralled after reading (4 or 5 times) that I can honestly say my first instinct wasn't wrong... ;)
The deep admissions and heartfelt imagery... along with the sprinkling of rhymes throughout the stanzas, had me whimsically lost in a field of my mind's created wildflowers.... and swooning at the yearnings conveyed.
I was lost, willingly and happily within.
So so pretty and powerfully felt.
Thank you for sharing this visceral creation.
💐🌺🌷🌼🥀🌸🍃💮🌹🌻🏵️💐
-💙
B
18th Jul 2021 8:44pm
Thank you, Lady Susan, ever-so warmly and sincerely. 🌾
How gently and passionately your sweet poetic voice sings to the ear of my heart.
For such an accomplished poetess, as You, to bestow such beauteous accolades upon this humble bard's earnest labors gratifies his deepest hope to write for and share with at least one other who can feel and grasp the essence of his words, but what flower lover could resist favoring such a tenderly romantic piece as this, eh? : )
As to structured poetry: As a long-tenured teacher of poetry, it is incumbent upon me to not only teach all forms of poetry (including Free Verse, Poetic Prose, and Blank Verse, etc;), but be able to adequately compose in them, too. Once properly schooled, with practice, such a form as the Ballad is easily mastered and enjoyed for a lifetime.
From the thrust of your gracious praise, expressed appreciation, and confession of a five-time read, I'm left embraced in a lovely warm glow, which I know will not soon dim … thank you dearly, Susan, from the heart.
I, too, got lost willingly and happily within the charming spell of your words so enchantingly spake.
Warmest, most sincerely expressed thanks, Dear Poetess …
you've truly made a bard's heart smile 'n sing! ⁓ Richard 🍃
How gently and passionately your sweet poetic voice sings to the ear of my heart.
For such an accomplished poetess, as You, to bestow such beauteous accolades upon this humble bard's earnest labors gratifies his deepest hope to write for and share with at least one other who can feel and grasp the essence of his words, but what flower lover could resist favoring such a tenderly romantic piece as this, eh? : )
As to structured poetry: As a long-tenured teacher of poetry, it is incumbent upon me to not only teach all forms of poetry (including Free Verse, Poetic Prose, and Blank Verse, etc;), but be able to adequately compose in them, too. Once properly schooled, with practice, such a form as the Ballad is easily mastered and enjoyed for a lifetime.
From the thrust of your gracious praise, expressed appreciation, and confession of a five-time read, I'm left embraced in a lovely warm glow, which I know will not soon dim … thank you dearly, Susan, from the heart.
I, too, got lost willingly and happily within the charming spell of your words so enchantingly spake.
Warmest, most sincerely expressed thanks, Dear Poetess …
you've truly made a bard's heart smile 'n sing! ⁓ Richard 🍃
Anonymous
- Edited 19th Jul 2023 3:46am
19th Jul 2021 00:44am
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18th Dec 2021 7:57pm
Beautifully gifted words, Keilani 🥀
The gentle warmth of your expressed appreciation in praise and enjoyment, certainly bless a bard's hopes to share with and please at least one knowing poetess.
With grateful hugs of appreciation … thank you, Dear Keilani ⁓ Richard 🍃
The gentle warmth of your expressed appreciation in praise and enjoyment, certainly bless a bard's hopes to share with and please at least one knowing poetess.
With grateful hugs of appreciation … thank you, Dear Keilani ⁓ Richard 🍃
Anonymous
18th Dec 2021 3:08am
Hey RJ…….beautiful ink…….wow…….the title caught me……I’m florist by trade so it drew me in Lol! Sure glad it did cause this brilliant……purple luv & hugs xo :)
18th Dec 2021 8:26pm
Hi there yourself, Dearest FG🌾
When an humble bard receives such gracious accolades, blessed not only with luv 'n hugs, but "purple" luv 'n hugs, he is ever-so warmly assured something he's done has had a delightful effect on such a knowing Lady-Poet, and it was done jussst right enough to catch her keen eye and vivid imagination … what more could he wish for? ; )
Purple, the colour of mystery.
With the pen name, "flowergirl," what else would you be, but a charming, entreating florist.
Most thankful hugs 'n love right back atcha … x0x ⁓ Richard 🍃
When an humble bard receives such gracious accolades, blessed not only with luv 'n hugs, but "purple" luv 'n hugs, he is ever-so warmly assured something he's done has had a delightful effect on such a knowing Lady-Poet, and it was done jussst right enough to catch her keen eye and vivid imagination … what more could he wish for? ; )
Purple, the colour of mystery.
With the pen name, "flowergirl," what else would you be, but a charming, entreating florist.
Most thankful hugs 'n love right back atcha … x0x ⁓ Richard 🍃
