Char Pattrick

Rookie (Ireland)

Sunshine Hue - Poem by Char Pattrick

Sunshine hue, sunshine grew
Shines its rays on me and you
Sunshine light sunshine bright
Not a dark cloud close in sight

Sunshine thrive sunshine grow
Sweet healing rays on all your tribe
Sunshine healing, sunshine show
The pure essence of our being

Sunshine parade, sunshine displayed
In its fractionised barricade
Sunshine tranced, sunshine danced
Gave our souls such sweet romance

Sunshine dove, sunshine above
Thanks for your sweet rays of love
So sun kissed and pure sun bliss
Sunshine blocks out all the mist

So sunshine mellow sunshine yellow
You’ve made me a lucky fellow

There is a garden where very few

can roam, not very far from home
Come closer, I am alone, just now
Go past cobwebs glistening like silver
Come closer, you're the rose

I want the most to go through

My garden of ice and snow
Blooming with rich fragrant roses

Velvety black, blue and red
Each with perfume of love
As I sleep below the roses
Loneliness has reached my skin

I need the love that ebbs and flows
Just a sip from your succulent nectar
Shall free me from this small pain
Dig deep beneath the thorny layers

And free me from your heart
That we can share the midnight hours
and know how I hunger and thirst

Just a shield me, protect me

And this shall will give me power
To become a loved once again
Without it I will fade away

I'd rather have roses on my table

Than diamonds on my neck

Where flowers bloom so does hope

Each flower is a soul opening out to nature

Perfumes are the feelings of flowers
The world is one giant rose

Smell it and pass it onto your friends

When bright flowers bloom
Parchment crumbles, my words fade
The pen has dropped...

Flowers are love's truest language

I will touch a hundred flowers
And never pick one, none

They are not long, the days of wine and roses
Out of a misty dream our path emerges

For a while, then closes within a dream

There came a time when the risk

To remain tight in the bud
Was more painful than the risk it took

Blossoming flowers are the sweetest things
Ever made and forgot to put a soul into

It is at the edge of a petal that love waits

Pure as any one of you

Who can estimate the elevating and refining

Influences and moral value of flowers

With all their graceful forms

Bewitching shades and combinations
Colours and exquisitely varied perfumes

These silent influences are unconsciously felt

Even by those who do not appreciate them
And thus with better and still better flowers

Will the earth be transformed, man's thought

Refined, and turned from the base destructive

Forces into nobler, more simpler production

One which will lift us to high planes of action

Toward the happy day when the angels
Of all this beautiful work is more acknowledged

Loved with many richer grains
Better fruit and fairer flowers from this earth

For myself I hold no preferences among flowers
So long as they are wild, free, spontaneous.
Observe this dew drenched rose garden
A rose today, tomorrow and yesterday
It was the dust, the sunshine, and the rains

Which I first saw, or desired to see, the flower

In the cherry blossom's shade
There's no such thing as a stranger

The thoughts grow as freely as the flowers

The dreams are as beautiful in friendship

Fragrant garden, there are flowers of every hue
Each with its own fair beauty and its gift of joy

None can have a healthy love for flowers
Unless he loves the wild ones freely

White blossoms slowly float down
Dancers in the wind as everything has been

But the spring breeze

A flowerless room is a soulless room

To my way of thinking
But even on solitary little vase

Home of a living flower may redeem it

Thought of before, in the hope

Reaching the moon, men fail to see

The flowers that blossom at their feet

Who would have thought it possible

That a tiny little flower could preoccupy

A persons mind completely

There simply wasn't room for any other thought

Let me show you the sweet smell

A delicate whisper behind the vision

Gardens are drunk from roses
And it is my faith, that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes

Flowers leave their fragrance

In the hand that bestows them

We gathered the wild flowers
There seemed one pure delight
Through the field we roamed
There seemed one pure delight

Silently a flower blooms
In silence it falls away
Yet here now, at this moment, at this place
The world of the flower

The whole of you is blooming
This is the talk of the flower

The truth of the blossom
The glory of eternal life

Is fully shining here

But the spring breeze

A flowerless room is a soulless room, to my way of thinking;
but even on solitary little vase of a living flower may redeem it.

There grows the flower of Peace
The Rose that cannot wither

Do not the petals flutter down
Just like this?

Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take, towards the door we never opened and into the rose garden with all the flowers of all the tomorrows are in the seeds of today, every flower about a house certifies to the refinement of somebody, every vine climbing and blossoming tells of love and joy and stories yet to come…

Comments about Sunshine Hue by Char Pattrick

  • (9/24/2009 5:28:00 PM)

    I found this poem quite lovely, but a bit too long. I think some of the ideas could have been broken up to make more poems. Thanks for sharing your lovely talents.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 24, 2009

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