Welcome
Thank you so much for dropping in – I hope you will enjoy your visit.
This is me, my personal thoughts, life, and writing mixed – with ideas, recreational activities, poems and anything else I find interesting, funny, or just helpful.
I have several passions in my life; animals, writing, art, and flowers – anything else is a bonus.
I hurt too much
I laugh too much
I am too much
I am me….
Drop by any time…….I look forward to seeing you, and maybe hearing from you.
Oh, yes – why practicalandlipstick – simply – because I am, though not both together at the same time!
Always with love and a smile ~xx~
A Poppy To Make You Smile.........
Life
Enjoy the little things.
One day you’ll look
back and see they were the
big things...
poppyscarlett@yahoo.co.uk
© 2010 – 2012, Poppy ~xx~. All rights reserved.
Ghostly Blooms…
Ghostly blooms
fallen on the wings of night
touch the whispers of silent lips
standing proud white gown covered
flowers and lace
waiting
waiting
Waterfalls of wisteria grace
hang as if no secrets to share
always the bridesmaids never
the bride – sweet hanging heads
of tears they hide
waiting
waiting
Held in breath, blow not
the winds of time
mantle clad bronze curls, all undone
they cast you by – not to
give the eye – no crime she,
accept in splendour far out done
waiting
waiting
Pure in gypsy roots to roam
hedgerows, gardens she has sown
scent maybe, not to, tempt the air
Beauty on the eye – for
freckled faced is she
waiting
waiting
For tastes in love they come and go,
we choose our hearts then seeds we sow
© 2012, Poppy ~xx~. All rights reserved.
Profusion Reigns…
..
Slender branches – arching in grace,
trailing their fingers river beds deep
skip to the rhythm, of a bird in free flight
You rise like the moon my paper doll crush
on shadows of burnished skeleton wings
delicately adorned of silken cascades
Vulnerable flowers chains of my thoughts
traded in gold the seeds of my heart
Reinforced windows look out on the World
inner uncertainty – outwardly calm
Rising between the rain and the staff
reddened blackened decayed in ash
loose mauve flowers proclaim my stance
slowly to heal before they fade away
Beds of order minimalist laid
kick back in anger profusion reigns
punish me harsh – abandon me here
free of self will was never my fear
© 2012, Poppy ~xx~. All rights reserved.
Artichoke Heart
Hardened hands ~ bitter soul
your love, dressed in outline black
Victorious as the winner, always you
Your sacrifice, ‘my love’, no loss
Only the sea carried me a kiss
salted droplet tears of pain
Existence on the outside always
glimpsing in – hate ran down the walls
of the prisoner within
In body to you only, you stood
cold, always so full of hell scattering
your lightening seeds
All my childhood summers
I languished adrift, torn between
the child, and soon to be the women
Equivocal thoughts prevailed
caught between being your Daughter
a duty, whipped before me
Ever the scent of Scarlett poppies
dancing freely in my mind
Steeped in thoughts of twisted mess
I wore a coat of spines
Embedded in my thistles deep
disguise is worn from wounds
Insistent, are my pleas ~
Stop, won’t you, take a look ~
As so the artichoke offers up
defence, peel beneath my
layers – my heart of tender,
beats within…
© 2012, Poppy ~xx~. All rights reserved.
Rivers Flowing…
Rainstorms as black
as night torment the dry
arid earth
In rivers slowing oozing,
life’s blood flowing.
They zigzagged their path
coming together as one, to soak
the barren land
Sweet and sticky heavy
hangs the new born air
Shaken out dead – enraged
come the shouts – great oaks collide
torn and left fragmented dead,
on the avenue of life
The roof leaks
Carpet stained, soaking
up my thoughts.
Such a misery of a
place to be ~ the days picnic
sodden, my mind set to
erupt with the weight of this qualm
Let us crack open the champagne
drown disaster with vintage
wash away the pain -
Don’t, I cry, pick the marigolds, I want
not their sunshine face –
As the wind changes course with her
infinite ease ~ then so must I
Sail boats sail away -
ripples on the water
Illusions flowing on the swell
Sweet roses have all but past
with no regrets I ~ leave this place
never look back I murmur
never look back…
© 2012, Poppy ~xx~. All rights reserved.
Blue Waisted Peacock…
In shades of crimson poppies
Shouted echoes we did pronounce
‘let us show the world
we live as one’ ~ then, come the spring,
you were gone
with my head in letting you go
Your taste, is in my senses.
You alone own the fabric of my soul
weaved around your being,
just as mother earth suckles
each, new, born day.
Loneliness born of ceaseless
origins ~ nameless at its birth
lies shameless at my feet
Oh, those who think they know me
pour words of bitter wine
They look to wash away your
velvet gown; in rivers, they
drown your name
That your head was turned I know
by strutting peacock waistcoat
blue.
A preening conqueror ~ maiden’s
they do flock
In your running, so did you fly
leaving me counting wounds, defeated battle
scars.
Violins shall play the wind of storm
As I bequeath my sorrows
Deep to mourn, as earth, so shall
they anchor the roots ~ of all my
tomorrows…
© 2012, Poppy ~xx~. All rights reserved.
Sea Pinks Drift…
as I sit watching the void
of life slip on rain soaked daisies
With ageless eyes ~ worn cold
I reflect ~ as to why the stones
around me ~ they do not weep.
Once within my girlish flights
I dreamt you wild thyme scented
from the ground.
Resurrection of voyages
swept in memories, tides of
life, dressed in purest silk.
Flowing skeins adorned
by bodies dunes
Perfume drenched in my lovers
mist.
For what is time if not to
count the mermaid’s as
they came to wish us well.
In rows along our sea of beds
white horses played along the shore
In solid rock we carved our love
measured our love, by the mouth
of the sea.
On cliff tops high we
danced amongst the sea pinks drift
‘I love you’ blazed in coral shells
In the gentle curve of your hip,
a resting place, my ship upon
the waters storm.
Then as the sea claims land
in greed of want
I opened my eyes – to find
you gone -
The wind moves the night
that nothing remains
One single flower alone
waiting for her tides to rise
so that they may crash the shore
bringing you home
once more…
© 2012, Poppy ~xx~. All rights reserved.
Forget-me-nots…
A movement of wishes
captured within my breathless sighs
in the wanting madness of the day
Impatience swells my ceaseless thoughts
Grey cloaked cliffs strike me stand
Their zephyr composed ~ weaving distant
fingers spin ~ undressing my
aimless flights
Silver dust lifted, scattered from
the earth, white roses oh so pure
pale in ghostly veils ~ ashen in the
crimson kiss, of lovers, as they swirl on
summers ripened blush
In the quiet fading of day
I search for you
Scattering the seeds of dandelion
clocks – time was blowing absent
At the setting of the golden sun
I watch as dew drops shimmer
how close, they hold, the evenings breast
Upon the moon I say farewell
on paths of rugged heather
Beneath hawthorn trees ~ goddesses
in disguise, I and they,
shall wait no more
Oh my love I did bring you
forget- me- nots ~ though
forget-me-not ~ you did
© 2012, Poppy ~xx~. All rights reserved.
Mock The Oranges…
You laid me down
a bed of thistles for me to rest.
We speak in whispers when we speak at all -
whilst in my mind you tease me loud
a fool ~ a fool ~ indeed
Mock do the oranges, as they
wrap the night in scent
White adorns the lilies,
bridal gowns fit for one and all
Caught between your breeze
the aspen tree and I do tremble
as the reaper blows all summer
blooms away
Corpses left to wilt in pain
torn beauty, at my elbow
Death as if my own hands
scythed away their life
What price, the weight, of golden ring
Let me suffer outwards as the tulip does,
age and beauty fall about my feet
Shall I rise a seedling untainted
by the hands of man
For fragrant are the flowers ~ women’s virtues,
as bees around a honey pot
Sweet is the surety ~ great oaks love
Though fickle be the heart ~ when rose buds
gathered in profusion
© 2012, Poppy ~xx~. All rights reserved.
Rivers Flowing…
Rainstorms as black
as night torment the dry
arid earth
In rivers slowing oozing,
life’s blood flowing.
They zigzagged their path
coming together as one, to soak
the barren land
Sweet and sticky heavy
hangs the new born air
Shaken out dead – enraged
come the shouts – great oaks collide
torn and left fragmented dead,
on the avenue of life
The roof leaks
Carpet stained, soaking
up my thoughts.
Such a misery of a
place to be ~ the days picnic
sodden, my mind set to
erupt with the weight of this qualm
Let us crack open the champagne
drown disaster with vintage
wash away the pain -
Don’t, I cry, pick the marigolds, I want
not their sunshine face –
As the wind changes course with her
infinite ease ~ then so must I
Sail boats sail away -
ripples on the water
Illusions flowing on the swell
Sweet roses have all but past
with no regrets I ~ leave this place
never look back I murmur
never look back…
© 2012, Poppy ~xx~. All rights reserved.
Windfalls…
What would you have of me
a guest at my funeral?
Smiling from the top of
my rain bowed battlement
Scavengers and ravagers kissing
in mock the hem of my gown
In a thread of tangled vines
Death does not live in the taste of
a cherry
Do you think, everything here – is alive
Is death of how many – to be kept
in reserve
That I may grace your trodden steps
anoint your fevered brow
Party’s end – now must come the time
my friend
Even those whose candles once met in
the middle bright -
must take their final curtain call
Ask me where have I been, if you care
for then I shall reply – here and there
plus no where at all.
I have never been in – love
Who, I ask will remember my name
once the tide has washed the shingle bare
I am frozen faced by the coldness
of the heart
Something of yesterday -
clings today
Empty mirrors they do stare
back at me
This apple she has already fallen far
expect, no season’s, windfall here…
© 2012, Poppy ~xx~. All rights reserved.
