I'm a little flower; and Lily is my name,
I'm just sitting in the mud and waiting for the rain,
until a talking monkey picks; to give my petals use,
whilst silent cries from me; not heard; I fade in their abuse,
when I'm plucked from ancient bed,
I'm wrapped to be so sad,
to be the sign; of someone dead,
thus, to them; I'm bad,
I don't have a say in this,
as they make the way,
for those who choose; I am much missed,
inside; preferred; bouquet,
I'm a little flower; and Lily is my name,
I'm just sitting in the mud and waiting for the rain,
until a talking monkey picks; to give my petals use,
whilst silent cries from me; not heard; I fade in their abuse,
when costly wedding bells do strike;
I'm rarely ever seen,
again the choking numbers like
everything but me,
what on Earth; have I done
to mark such disrespect?
From those who make a friend of gun
to form; the life; neglect,
I'm a little flower; and Lily is my name,
I'm just sitting in the mud and waiting for the rain,
until a talking monkey picks; to give my petals use,
whilst silent cries from me; not heard; I fade in their abuse,
lo' January does hug me still,
an ally's always there,
as to it; I'm joy refilled
the rebirth of all care,
but what can I do with that?
I'm trampled on the ground,
by mortal shames; so proud; so fat
their sin-phony of sound,
I'm a little flower; and Lily is my name,
I'm just sitting in the mud and waiting for the rain,
beside me talking monkeys sleep; to give me my excuse,
to be so glad; to be away; from all of their abuse!
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Of course I can't usher in the New Year without penning something. With what has happened this year, certain negative constants have easily remained, either it be the same wars, same people hogging the limelight, either it be political or artistic, and therefore by implication the same people getting cancelled. Personally, it has been an absolute shitstorm of a year, losing good people, friends, and nearly losing myself. Of course, I can't go without mentioning the urge to beat some drums again at a gig. Though the positives I can count are, the continued patience of my family and friends, and also Oscar's Inn for taking on a rather hard to understand walking talking orangutan, as well the continued tolerance of the Organ Grinder Newark for having me a regular who might be more "wet" than most. I really do wish you a Happy New Year, but something tells me, via such an easy rehashing of a shoddy operation by our species, it won't be. If it is to be a Happy New Year, humanity, in its operation has to have a good spring clean. Thus, here is a poem about the lily, a flower that is "supposed" to be the symbol of rebirth, hence I'm writing it at New Year's, but with humanity being so "high" and "mighty", it has assigned layered meanings of the aforementioned flower that has demeaned its beauty. Thus here is a little story from a flower in pain made by us. The banner picture may not be of lilies, but this is how I would imagine them to bleed, under such unwarranted mistreatment and scrutiny. I really do wish it to be a Happy New Year, I hope that you enjoy the poem, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
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The little lily must endure all that comes its way. Being a thing of nature, just as we are, it has no choice. Unfortunately we have become the most unnatural of beings which is the sadness of our existence. Your misgivings are wholly justified in this illuminating poem. A very Happy New Year to you my friend, may we be ever more mindful.
Thanks for the read and for favouriting this poem Bella, it is very much appreciated.
I am glad that you have enthused with the observations raised in this.
Humanity so callously regifts itself the permission to rehash hurtful decisions that make for such an arduous life, we do need to clean up our operation if things are to change for the better. Perhaps the way to usher in such improvement is to remove an element of choice, as too much choice and in this case, too much pride in order to choose/rechoose from our species, is incredibly unhealthy and is a poison to our development. There are so many deep rooted elements that have been besmirched by choice or vote, and thus, the base common decency remains ignored. Such woeful unnecessary hot air, wastes time and gives cause for the wrong same old people to slovenly profit from it. The definition of change, is not the same divisiveness and heartache, the definition of change, is change.
Thanks again for your lovely words, I hope that 2025 is a much better year for you, and I hope that all is well.
I get what you're saying completely. What disturbs me most is that far too often, those who seek power deliberately work to keep the electorate ignorant of their lies and deception. Knowledge is power, and they want that power consolidated in their own greedy hands. Liberation is the freeing of the mind. I love sharing thoughts with you, not many where I'm from that I can express these things to. Thank You!
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