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12 Red Roses

I picked one rose and cried a tear,
It reminded me of you when you once were near.
I picked another,and of course it was red,
Things that you said went through my head.

The third rose was stunning ,and stood so strong,
Put the three together,in the words of a song.
The fourth rose was shinning, you could see it from here,
Put the four together,and wish i were there.

The fifth rose was sad as it drooped a little,
So i moved it in closer, to the middle.
The six rose said i can help number five,
By teaching him how we all can survive.

The seventh rose had a long and thorny shaft,
It had to be cut , so it would last.
The eight rose smelled like the summer air,
They sell bunches of eight at the summer fair.

The ninth rose said hey, don't forget about me,
Just because you have alligeries and i make you sneeze.
The tenth rose was happy to go with the bunch,
He dident want to end up ,about to be crunched.

The eleventh rose snuggled into the crowd,
Saying hey look at me ,im strong and proud.
The twelveth rose came in at the top of the pick,
Saying im the greatest because i look so slick.

Now that i have all twelve together,
Im going to add in a bunch of feathers.
Send them to you on wings of a Dove,
So that you will always remember  that you are loved.



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I am that I am

My savior was born a man,
He came from heaven, but a man is what he became.
Ordinary, fallen, vulnerable, weak, and confused.
He became all of this and more,
For he knew that only in the form of a servant,
Could he save the lost, and set the captives free.
But there came a time,
I tell you, there came a time,
When he rose up and claimed his former self,
And knew his nature,
I am that I am, He said.
I am that I am.
I was born a boy.
Ordinary, fallen, vulnerable, weak, and confused.
Almost worthy of the condemnation that this world has shamed upon me and 
mine,
Almost worthy of the epistemological inferiority, that the world complexly imputes 
to me,
I was born a boy,
Full of rage and anger, when they called me “boy” out of their own confusion.
But I came to a man, who is a God, but was a man,
And said, “Lord transform me, my God, transform me into what you will for me to 
be”
And he showed me pain.
And he showed me sorrow.
But there came a time,
When I rose up, and claimed the impossible,
To be a child and man simultaneously,
I was born a boy,
But I came to a man, who is a God, but was a man,
And said, “Lord transform me, my God, transform me into what you will for me to 
be”
And he showed me pain.
And he showed me sorrow.
But there came a time,
When I rose up, and claimed the impossible,
To be a child and man simultaneously,
And now I can look American hypocrisy in the face, and say “God Bless You”
And now I can look klu Klux klan firemen in the eye and say I love you.
Black, beautiful, strong, fearless, and resolute to endure,
Black, beautiful, strong, fearless, and resolute to right this world’s wrong and still 
retain my childlike disposition.
I am a man, I tell you.
And that is more than enough!
For once I strived to rise above, but now I seek to rise in love.
For once I strived to get revenge, but now I seek that hatred end.
And men and boys and women to, would claim the light of victory.
Not because of me, I see, but because of a man, who was a God.
And became fallen, vulnerable, weak, and feeble,
As I felt in a time of trial,
Not because of me, I see, but because of a man, who claimed his former self 
and rose to set me free.
And now, I am true.
Not perfect but a man nonetheless.
I was born a boy,
But I reached to the sky, and said, “God help me”
And now, I AM THAT I AM, I AM MAN!


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The Rebellion of '57

'''tis Power that rules men,not men-- When they but have misused That Power, to abduct their soul-- For It then stands abused.'' So at such time when Anguish With rage, had undone The bonds that with-held the blaze In hearts of everyone, To over-throw the unjust rule, There was an uprise; To win-over our Liberty, There was The Uprise...: A feeble Nation rose to fore, To fight the unjust Company, And India--She rose in uproar-- Indians rose to mutiny. With swords and shields, hearts of gold, A clan of Warriors rose, Against a mighty cannon-force, The Clan of Warriors rose. Here, wars were waged, There battles won, With valour-ridden thought; Then lives were lost in the field 'gainst the forces of distraught. The final picture was of Death-- Of the stabbed, the beaten and bruised, For against gun and mortar-bolt Sword and stick was used.....


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The Blue Rose

My true love asked me for my hand.
Before I answer, I demand
He first must bring a bright blue rose.
"I'll search the world for one of those,"
Was his reply and off he went.
Then  many weary months he spent
In searching for elusive blue.
I turned away each offered hue.
Heartlessly, I bade him go
To every flower and garden show.
"Come back with rose for which I pine,
I long to claim rare rose as mine."
His spirits sagged each time I said,
"I do not want a pink or red.
I'll only settle for a blue
If I'm to give my heart to you.
He answered, "Love, I've done my best,
The impossibility of the quest
Has weakened me unto my death.
I've sought blue rose with my last breath.
With these last words, my true love died.
For many days and nights I've cried.
Where it has come from, no one knows
But on his grave grows a blue rose.




For Blue Rose contest.  Placed first


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Language Stillest

Language Stillest

I gazed
I saw
The little rose petal
Red, violet, blue, pink, white
Colours hazed
Flying by the lip of the bridge

Put my palm 
to own it
Zoom! It shuns
just an inch away.
Follow it again
the millionth time
can’t hold it still.

The fragrance tells
The warmth! Belonging!
Warmth is
Language stillest
Unsopken but 
Wholly apprehended

Sweet rose be mine,
I pray.


(c) Copyright. All Rights Reserved. Moonga Nsamu. 2003


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Through rose colored glasses

Through rose colored glasses
I see your faults
Your lies
But I vowed it all 
When I came to your bed
Even if the thorns scratch
The rose still offers me 
Besides my pain
A sweet aroma
My love for you


©? Brenda V northeast     29 Dec. 2011


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Black Rose

I just met a girl she's everything I want her to be
it feels like she came out of my dreams to only 
be with me. how can it be that woman like her 
could wait around for a man like me? It feels like
I'm falling into her magick spell. She is like a 
demon sent from hell. It's hard to believe this 
black rose was meant for me.

She is soft and tender she is like a spirit that haunts
me in my dreams she is the countess for me she is my 
black rose.

She is soo beautiful everytime when I look at her 
she can melt my cold black heart away. She has long 
hair darker than the blackest night with blue 
eyes that makes my temperature rise. Her skin
is soo white and feels soo smooth. Her hands are
soft and warm. A kiss from her bright red lips
can give me feelings of sweet intoxication.

I see her whenever it rains she dances along the
graves she takes away all of my pain away she is my 
black rose

I wanna walk through a graveyard with you 
take my hand and dance with me under the pale 
moonlight the wolve's howl's at the moon will be our song 
Look deep into my eyes and fall under my spell I can see 
the fire burning in your eyes my dear don't hesitate 
take me as you will let me taste your blood and you can take 
mines and together we shall always be one.

I need her when I walk through the darkness with
her on my mind I will never be alone I love my black rose
her enternally.


I see her in my dreams she is all I need she is the living 
dead girl that comes to me and keeps me company she is my
beautiful zombie that comes to me her skin pierces through 
me she is my black rose and she smells so tenderly.


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Roses----the odour of love.

Bravely young lieutenant standing in the battle field hurtlessly.
He captured their enemies very lightly.
His stylist, romantic war, the shield dazzled to see.
He is fond of war and kissing delightly !!

His shiny hair leap and mould prince of wars luminous.
Once he passed, seeing the valley of roses.
 He ponder slightly odourless flowers of roses.
Amazingly, he allured aura inside the valley of roses.

He dreamt that he is in the world of roses.
His heart fluttering and his eyes filled with roses.
The sudden fragrance pouring with gems festival rollick.
But the veiling  Rose  disappered with ivory smiles.

His shying dawn bring coloring lunar reflect his love.
Rosy thorns narrating the gregarious story of loveth.
His rose-world sprouted rootlessly and moths kissing rosy-cheeks.
He seek flower's bazaars also rose wreath.

He sculptured the statue of rose express his love.
Her eyelids feared, roses winging for flowery love.
His rose-blood beloved rose-girl and forgets the bloody war.
He feels like nestling, rose nest covered by love.

The beautiful love period perfumed, the white roses flare as of love-lyre.
He lisped love-language to the fairy rosing.
His enemies pursued and watching his actions  in hidden.
In a night of rain  he sung songs of love, roses floating !

His enemies played their sword at his rose-fairy.
At most joy, her heart fell, gushing rose-petal.
Rose petals mixed his blood and irrigated the valley or rose.
One who see this valley, roses sprout the odour of love natural  !!


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JULIANA, FAERIE PRINCESS

I gazed upon the trees 
The beautiful trees 
A bramble rose in full bloom 
Framed in a castle window, 
a soft breeze 

Juliana 
Faerie Princess 
Soft light fell 
Upon your wings 
I am under your spell 

Soft light fell 
On a day... 
When only a Prince, 
can take you away 

Juliana 
Faerie Princess 
Soft light fell 
Upon your wings 
I am under your spell 

Oh Juliana! 
You cannot believe, 
unless you feel 
Deep in your heart 
The soft kiss of love 

Juliana 
Faerie Princess 
Soft light fell 
Upon your wings 
I am under your spell 

You returned to a castle 
Bathed in light 
Faeries and butterflies 
On a day,so bright 

Juliana 
Faerie Princess 
Soft light fell 
Upon your wings 
I am under your spell 

In a walled garden, 
of bramble rose and foxglove 
You cannot believe 
Unless you feel 
Deep in your heart 
The soft embrace of love 

Juliana 
Faerie princess 
Soft light fell 
Upon your wings 
I am under your spell 

Oh Juliana! 
Faerie Princess 
Soft light fell 
Upon your wings 
You captured everything, 
under your spell 


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THE BRAMBLEROSE

Deep in summer wood 
where beauty grows 
This garden, 
home of the bramble rose 

This high wall 
bordered in pink 
The bramble rose, 
high above us all 

Soft ferns of jade 
This green,                                                                                                                       
does not fade 
Hidden delights to be seen 

Delicate blooms with petals of pink 
nestle with flowers of deep yellow 
Such colour, makes you blink 
Fills you with wonder so 

Moss covered stone, 
gentle trickle of stream 
I am alone 
In the garden of my dream 

Blue butterflies abound 
Hear the bird song, 
all around 
Soft hum of  bees, 
through the trees 

The bramble rose 
encircles the dell 
How wonderful is grows, 
by the old well 

The soft scent 
from the bramble rose 
Its' pastel pink flower, 
enriches me so, 
as I sit beneath this shady bower 

This garden seat 
beneath bramble rose 
Away from the heat, 
leave behind your woes 

Sit back and enjoy, 
hum of bees through the trees, 
Colours to make you blink 
from flowers yellow and pink 
Deep in summer wood 

This garden, 
deep in summer wood, 
where beauty grows 
Home of the bramble rose 


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THE BRAMBLE ROSE

Deep in summer wood 
where beauty grows 
This garden, 
home of the bramble rose 

This high wall 
bordered in pink 
The bramble rose, 
high above us all 

Soft ferns of jade 
This green,                                                                                                                       
does not fade 
Hidden delights to be seen 

Delicate blooms with petals of pink 
nestle with flowers of deep yellow 
Such colour, makes you blink 
Fills you with wonder so 

Moss covered stone, 
gentle trickle of stream 
I am alone 
In the garden of my dream 

Blue butterflies abound 
Hear the bird song, 
all around 
Soft hum of  bees, 
through the trees 

The bramble rose 
encircles the dell 
How wonderful is grows, 
by the old well 

The soft scent 
from the bramble rose 
Its' pastel pink flower, 
enriches me so, 
as I sit beneath this shady bower 

This garden seat 
beneath bramble rose 
Away from the heat, 
leave behind your woes 

Sit back and enjoy, 
hum of bees through the trees, 
Colours to make you blink 
from flowers yellow and pink 
Deep in summer wood 

This garden, 
deep in summer wood, 
where beauty grows 
Home of the bramble rose 


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According to the Scriptures

Jesus died for my sins
(According to the Scriptures)
He was laid in a tomb
(According to the Scriptures)
But He rose to life again
(According to the Scriptures)
Now He's coming real soon
(According to the Scriptures)     [Chorus]

Jesus died for my sins, He was laid in a tomb
But He rose to life again, now  He's coming real soon
According to the Scriptures and believed by the saints
Yet if Christ be not raised then our faith is in vain
BUT!  Jesus is alive and He rose from the dead
We're the Body of Christ and Christ is the head
Who's become the firstfruit of those who've slept
Afterward at His Coming, those who have been kept
From the pollution of the world, the solution is faith
Being sealed with His Spirit until we see Christ's day
When all things are subdued and the mountains will fall
The son is subject to the father, God is all and in all
Every knee will surely bow and tongue confess that
Jesus is Lord while secrets of the hearts manifest
Some on the right hand, others on the left
As he separates the wheat from the chaff with his breath

[Chorus]

It's according to the Word, now it's time for you to level
You can't drink of Jesus cup and the cup of the devil
Awake to righteousness and sin not!
And it's ashame if you don't have the knowledge of God
Watch ye, stand fast in the faith be strong
Submit yourself to Jesus flee away from all wrong
For evil companionships corrupt good manners
So stay with holy ones lifting up the Lord's banner
As Christ increases, we decrease daily dying
Maximizing with the People Of War Ever Rising
While awaiting the redemption of our bodies we're victors
And we'll go up in the Rapture according to the Scriptures

[Chorus]


{A rap I wrote while in college in celebration of Easter-  I Cor. 15:3,4}


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Half A Rose

Here's half a rose
that now belongs to you.
The whole one is very special
because it now belongs to two.

Keep this rose with you
wherever you may go.
My prayers are always with you
and so are God's, you know.

The other half belongs to me,
it makes me think of you.
Think about what you wish for
and I'll pray that they come true.

This rose is very special,
use it wisely when you may.
Don't wish badly upon another
or the rose will wilter away.

Always know how much I care;
and I'm always with you inside.
And no matter what you choose
I'm only one step behind.


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Anita

Broken with eyes missing,
Just as two souls were kissing:
Missing spirits in search of merit.
As the wind rose up into the sky,
Circles of ice and hail formed. 

Upon the whisper's scream,
In the horizon's echo:
A return to the primal.
Instinct desires them,
As the sunset's fire burns through their skin.

A token love casts a spell,
Of black magic onto the throne,
Blood-stained and lined with nails,
She sets her eyes upon his image,
Scarred into woven silk cloth.

Centuries old now;
As if for the first time,
At the feel of sunlight,
She lifted up her veil.
The moon rose up into the descending darkness.

Her eyes looked up to the starkness,
Of yesterday's possibility.
As his eyes told her goodbye,
She flashed her sharp fangs at him:
Her dark brown eyes shocked his whim.

Natural, and to effect, her platinum hair:
She was a tigress;
Who moved like a ballerina.
Grace and extravagance defined her;
The way lines cut by a blade bleed.

The sunset gave meaning to the moment;
To the plans he wasn't scheming;
Over the end he was just dreaming of,
She would wear that black fedora,
Then attend his would-be funeral.

For a decade he would hang on,
To the snow in his image.
The mirror is the sky's vain.
He took her up on an offer,
She made in vain.


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Rose, Precious

To my precious Rose 
To what do I owe thee
To someone special 
To look inside of me 
And you were right
It's what's inside that counts 
Now my dear rose 
to what might I amount 
Personality shed the truest feelings 
Sometimes tears are emotion killers 
But now my dear rose 
it seems your petals need healing 
And I could never turn my back on you 
Cause you never once 
Pretended to act what's true 
If it is love you see 
Then it is love in me 
And never again 
From your precious face 
Do I want to see a tear fall free 
Cause I know 
In my precious rose 
A tender heart there'll always be 
And sometimes beauty kills 
But from you 
My heart is what beauty steals 
Though we face temptation 
I only bring what's real 
And sometimes what's deep 
Is so hard to feel 
But for my precious rose 
No one else knows
But for you my heart grows