Vernal Bloom• Show poetry

Prayer:

      Hello. Hello to the God of earth and skies, the gushing springs and roaring rivers. The God of moon, sun and stars… and far lands.
The God of what we see and what we don’t see… and the God of butterflies and Vernal Blooms.
     Again this servant of Yours has come to Your celestial threshold and is seeking her first and last ray of hope. Yes, she is calling You.
     She wants You to help her like always… she wants You what You want for her because You always want the best for Your servants. You are so generous and won’t drive Your servants out of your threshold hopeless.
     My God! I want you Love… burning like butterflies and melting like candles; I want you Permanence… standing permanently like a cypress and not being touched in the least by coldness and warmth of life. I want you Generosity… raining like clouds and gifting survival. I want you getting the moon… shining at dark nights and becoming manifest of the Fact. I want you getting Vernal Blooms... being the messenger of green season beginning.
My Lord! I want from you so don’t disappoint me…


                                                  With your mind and for you
                                                            Your servant

But Why Vernal Bloom?

     Spring is the season of greenness and brightness… the revolution of nature to overthrow the government of coldness.
     Spring is the season of flowing of the rivers, wakefulness of lightful trees from wintry coyness sleep and the smile of nature to the beginning another season of living.
And Vernal Bloom is the messenger of this colorful bride of seasons... the symbol of vitality and freshness... not because I’m all these but at least it’s a golden inspiration to start a movement.

 

 How this Vernal Bloom Stepped This Land?   

Vernal Bloom  

 

I'm a vernal bloom, the tender daughter of spring.

My fair essence has been woven of pure beauty;

Into the land of eternity I flap my heart's wings

This freed dove is nourished by glittering purity.

 

I'm that awaited messenger of freshness and vitality;

Of roaring rivers; green nature I bring all glad tidings.

Yes! Spring will come to establish justice and equality

and then for mirth and happiness little canaries sing.

 

The fate of winter days is joined to mortal doom and gloom.

A miracle will be expected if your warm hands take mine!

Into life's garden, come, my companion, with me to bloom.

Our fragrance may create another spring through these lines!

 

Click here to leave your fragrance, dear butterfly!

 This bloomy background is designed by my dear AP friend,  Noor.

A beautiful acrostic poem of my first name from my best friend: Ian. Thank you, Poet.

M oments capture scenery as the dawn

a rrives with its welcome shades of quiet

s unrise, beautiful colours which caress

o pened eyes; fluttered wisps, soft pinwheel dreams,

o n the horizon of sleep lie warm smiles,

m oving the mind into reality's

e choes, and as a brand new day beckons,

h air leaves the pillow, twirling wild future.

A beautiful poem by my dear friend: Frederick. Thanks Mr. Mayer.

V ERITY in sea portal puissant

              typical cryptic dinoflagellate

             Peridiella catenata...

E TERNITY celestial Sketelonerna

             costaturn flaying the day

             with the mouthing of searing Sun's cantadora...

R IGHTIOUS nights' same peeling, pealing

             are similiar vernal bloom

             buds to blossom stars...

N ATURE'S mana pool symbol of Love

             sky horizon love is molten

             golden liquid of Phoenix sun morning scars...

 A LTARS: from dark eyes irising

             bright are kin to daylight's shine

             occulation of orb solar...

L OVE springs from dry and arid sands

             East/West underneath all that glow universally

             Day/Night overhead forever sing Spring's mantra.

B LESSED flora seem so hot

             scorching or frigid cold,

             hear music of celestial spheres,

             behold what has been given birth...

L OOK upon what Nakhosteen

             Khodda Zan-e-Iran

             produced for here on earth...

O H, was it now Nahid or then

             Anahita golden, productive flow

             of sacred water from the

             fountain within the stars of I AM/are...

O H, Peacock angel's wings bring

             with radiant Vanat's breathe;

             star-spawn Daughter...

M AY girl-child/woman physically continue

             poetical and true to herself 

            in flesh; she has Spring's

            eternal garden to offer.

Another fragrant write by my friend, Ian as “A Kissed Vernal Bloom”. Thank you kindly for the honor.

This lovely poem was gifted to me by my AP auntie Dee for my birthday. It’s on 25 of March.

I have a special person in my life
She's kind, gentle and fun
Always encouraging and loving
And always the classy one

Her birthday is here, a time to celebrate
The day of her re-birth
Let the sun shine on all her days
Her life be filled with mirth

She is my very special niece, you know
Her name is Vernal Bloom
With heart of gold and pureness of thought
She lights up the darkest room

So Happy Birthday, my dear Massy
May there be many more for you
Now blow out all your candles
Take the swats that for you are due

Open all your presents, each one
Fancy ones and funny ones too
Blow the whistles, ring the bells
We're celebrating just for you

A beautiful by my friend, Ian, when I was leaving AP. This always gives me smile. 

Here in the folds of friendship smiles dance light

across the winds which blow gentle farewells,

on the sure horizon of the future

knowledge opens possibility's wings,

to flap alongside memory's fond tones,

where colours are bright swirls of poetry,

of hearts and minds that laugh potent language. 

This fine community's spirit is full

of individuals who join their hands

and whisper good fortune in splendid verse.

The stars above us all are spiralled joy,

bending their presence around time's sweetness,

to touch the wondrous soul of Vernal Bloom;

there is a spring in her step that fires love.

And this one as "Blooms Of Beauty":

 

 

A fine farewell perfumes a wild spirit

as emotions gather blooms of beauty,

tomorrow's but a whisper inside sighs,

today is a warm embrace; friendship's ties,

the smile's an open page, there's no limit,

find the future's delicate poetry.

 

Goodbye, for now, I will miss the climate

set by soft musical complexity,

and watch for time's return with its cool cries,

wings of scented bliss shall open blue skies,

perhaps too a tear; a rippled droplet,

will fall down from love's fond quality.

 

 

 A beautiful poem written by my lovely sister, Raneem:

from the moment I met you I felt a bliss
since you accepted me as a darling sis
in this happy year nothing I hope would go amiss
since you are always blooming and miss ,
thank you for the joy and sweetness you loom
with the coming spring you rule Massy everything cause
you are truly the AP's Vernal Bloom 

A sweet poem my AP sis, Shahrzad, penned for my birthday. 

In the beginning of the spring
when the merry birds sing,
rain refreshes everywhere,
and lovely is the air,
trees are in their new dress
and the rainbow seems to caress
the sky with his brush
oh, roses seem to blush!
That’s when one can find the love
showering from above.
The love of a sweet mother
who gave birth to her daughter.
A birth when the earth gets anew
happy birthday, my dear, to you.

  A poem written by my dear Janice. Thank you, my splendid butterfly .


Cheery blossom swirl and fall,
Through spring alight brings new faces behind the door.
Your kindness bring good fortune and gifts,
Through the hard times we've been through, you and I will lift.

Whenever you think there is trouble or should be warned,
You wouldn't make it worse or make my heart feel torn.
You made me memorize the friendship you gave me,
And made this light and day feel brighter and free.
Not the least I want you to know,
It's your rebirth of you and for me to see.