Diamonds smile in her solferino sky tonight.
Henna rose tendrils twine the trellis of her cheek,
lilacs twist and hiss in her hennaed hair,
snaking against the violet velvet backdrop of night.
Behind ecstasy-wide eyes her untold dreams
etch sinuous illusions on psychedelic silk screens.
She'll trip the fantasy light with him tonight,
dancing the razor edge of danger and delusion,
candyflip kisses clinging needily on her loved up lips.
Their iridescent amethyst laser light ride;
treading tracers, wading twilight's violet tide,
twining together in pulsing purple light.
An acid house glasshouse lavender love:
their forbidden hush-hush finger-to-lip love.
The single beam of her mind's strobe light on these nights
when a mauve mist envelops and enraptures her,
ambient trance chants entrancing her ear,
henna rose tendrils clinging damply to her cheek,
the tickle and pull of the dancefloor tormenting her feet.
Twisting and twirling in techno beat heat,
colours swirling, amping in lilac love-light,
whirling the purple heart party haze tonight.
She's teased by autum's last smile
Her velvet petals unfold a short while
Inviting...one last chance to pause
Breathe in life, just because
I see there, my honeybees dance
Given this one glorious last chance
I share their joy as I touch
Smell the sweetness, I'll miss so very much
The west is now glowing red
Dark clouds, moving in overhead
Velvet snow petals begin to fall
Time for her to sleep after all......
When speaking on flowers it’s true as can be
My wife is by far the most beautiful to me
She has the scent of both beauty and love
She is a beautiful Rose that I hold above
Like the Rose she burst of color and life
She is the single Rose my beautiful wife
I don’t know about flowers as you can see
But my wife is a beautiful Rose to me
For Brian's Contest
The clouds wept that bleak stormy Wednesday
The stream in the farm land ghyll overflowed.
Shrouded within the moorland mist
The water rose then rose and rose
Yet with renewed hope and speculation
Wee lads waded where ‘Turner Lane’ once was.
Beyond the boundary stone wall
The patter of many voices
Laughing in the face of the fierce wind
After all ‘Jack Steel’s Red Barn was there.
Hay bales still warm and snug
From the urchins body
Gave shelter to the wearisome
Those of us threaten by the rain.
My hybrid beauty, Sutter's Gold
Your scent so sweet, your colors bold
There could not be a fairer rose.
Most perfect petals now are those.
Your leaves are green and fresh, unbitten.
You follow every rose rule written.
You are your perfect best today
With the rose show still three weeks away!
With the rose show still three weeks away
You are your perfect best today.
You follow every rose rule written,
Your leaves are green and fresh, unbitten.
Most perfect petals now are those.
There could not be a fairer rose.
Your scent so sweet, your colors bold,
My hybrid beauty, Sutter's Gold.
For Matt Caliri's " Write a Backwards Poem" Contest won 3rd place
I strolled along a garden path
as the sky threatened a thunderous wrath.
I knew I should run for shelter soon.
Our storms were often severe in June.
Lightning spit from an angry sky
and the gusty wind let out a cry.
My feet froze near a rose in bloom.
The roaring sky foretold of doom.
In despair, I reached for the darkest cloud
feeling it's rage, my soul wept out loud.
Wanting my sorrow to have a name
knowing the sky was feeling the same.
Lift me into the gale, I dared to ask.
Living in pain is a burdensome task.
Draw me through the rain, drench my heart,
cleanse me with the hope of a fresh start.
I screamed to the heavens, take me away,
where gray met with black, I wanted to stay.
Battered and bruised, hail pounded my skin.
Struggling for courage somewhere deep within,
I reached for the rose, wilted and torn,
the softest petal, the sharpest thorn.
I cried for the rose and I cried for me,
for the beauty that was and could never again be.
for the Rhyming Game contest (Joyce Johnson)
Those rose petals
"My pen drips of sorrow and on this paper, I write each tear"
. He was my treasure,my pot of gold.
When he passed and it made my blood run cold.
They laid him to rest so we put him in the ground.
The rose petals in my hands I through them all around.
My heart was broken when they said he died.
His rose petal covered casket is why my eyes will never be dried.
Teresa Skyles 13-Aug-11
Entered in Constance La France~A Rambling Poet~"Just write"contest
Red rose sitting there
Why are you so fair?
Is it because your petals so soft
Are held perfectly aloft
In the morning air
Making all take the dare
To come and see you
And to wipe off the dew
That you collect on satin leaves
From every long night’s breeze
Or is it because of your scent
That captures all without consent
And forces them to see
How sweet nature can be
All while only coming close
To the center of a red rose
Perhaps it is that crimson hue
Which colors viewers points of view
Rosy red with delight
That stays with them until the night
That your petals break away
And fall from their spiral array
Red rose sitting there
I know why you are fair
Petals soft, scents so sweet
Crimson hue, all come to meet
And bring my senses until combined
In lovely symphony inside my mind
That only plays when I propose
To look upon you, Red Rose
In every sun set and every rise.
Let no cloud dark your skies.
When the rose has withered upon it's last peddle,
I shall no longer mend or meddle.
When I shall not meet your eyes anymore
We will be what was before.
I will not be there to hold your hand,
Or guard behind you as you stand.
I will not be your soothing succor,
Or your sweet and subtle future.
Gather all of your fond memories.
Be me something that you once cherished,
And let my lasting words never perish.
Be me something you could never sever,
I shall go away forever.
Into the plains to lay my head,
Where I can lay my worries to rest.
In this place you'll find me not,
For it is a secret place I long have sought.
I do not know if we shall meet again,
So know that I will always love you until the end.
If you should find yourself at a loss,
Remember me for what I was.
When the rose has withered upon it's last pedal,
I shall no longer mend or meddle.
Love me if you can, like me if you may,
But the winds have come to take me away.
Please keep them safe, all of our memories
And remember me.
With life's new seed that I have safely tucked,
I now wish you the best of luck.
In a bed of roses.
I felt the sweetest touch,
The coolness of its petals,
The thickness of its thorns.
In a bath of roses.
The warmth of the water,
the scent of its face,
the popping of the bubbles,
the way it moves with me.
In a room full of roses.
I feel the love in the air,
I see their redness everywhere,
Happiness and fondness through me,
its just a special place to me.
With all these beautiful roses.
I know that I'm loved.
I will keep this moment in my heart,
Something so tender to me,
Hope we'll never fall apart.
Taking time smelling with your noses Thinking Before you lie in a bed a roses You better respect the thorns With these two a rose was born Some complain a rosebush has thorns Grasped with haste and you may be torn Or rejoice a thorn bush has roses Admire the beauty in which the thorny poses You knew when you began to pick Handle with care lest you get pricked A young gardener has a red thumb An older gardener rejoicing he has none
betwixt the circuitous cocoon of rose hips wrestles a world of unfathomable infamy
induced by light and shadow murmur influences ridicules scent.
conscripted into nature's loggerhead shrike chirp by forces unknown
influenced by the pestilence of greeds monkey see monkey do, ovary retards.
up from the grave of the anchor root rises the sun of expansion
cleansing the cane to shoulder its crown watching bud eye fornicate.
obliging the filament petition to pullulate the wind bats its lash
awakening the anther to feed its feeder roots.
efflorescent anatomy of stamen and pistil captivate beauties awe
apathy will bloom its withered rose until perceived with the nose!
The sun rose red like fireballs being played
Soon as it rose clouds enveloped to stay
Sand rippled the clouds became bleak and gray
Streaks of cobalt, gray and snow white today
But the doves did coo saying I love you
Roosters, crows, chirp rip chirp rip too
At one time magenta undercoated the clouds
Giving hope where non was allowed
The rippled effect like a clam's fine shell
Touched my heart with feelings so it swelled
Such a day to be blessed with life
Why would anyone want to destroy with a knife?
All at once stillness decended, peace, love
As one vulture the sky ascended
Tranquility upon porch surrounded
I could feel its presence my heart astounded
One lone vulture returned in flight
Looking for food or just for fun_delight
The dove coos once again nesting instinct
Has settled upon him
Peace, love, joy am filled
Thank you God for my time being still___
I took a single long-stemmed rose to one I loved so dear.
I laid it at the headstone and quietly shed a tear.
A flood of memories filled my soul, the tears began to fall,
Then through the gentle summer breeze I heard a familiar call.
It sounded like a voice I hadn't heard in oh, so long.
The voice of my dear Mother, sweeter than the angels' song.
"My darling daughter, dry your eyes," she whispered in the wind.
"Your pain is temporary. Someday we'll meet again.
I'll be standing there with Jesus as you cross the great divide,
And together we will wait for you and welcome you inside.
We'll stroll down Heaven's golden streets, walking hand-in-hand,
Just me and you and Jesus as we tour the Promised Land.
You can't even imagine the beauty that awaits.
I cannot wait to see the joy as it overcomes your face.
I appreciate the rose you brought to symbolize your love.
But I must leave it here below. We have plenty up above.
So take it with you when you go, and remember what I've spoken.
And try to smile when you think of me, don't let your heart be broken.
Remember all the good times, and the times that are yet to be.
You know I love you with all my heart, and I know that you love me."
As quickly as it had begun, the wind faded away.
Her voice was gone and so I turned to where the red rose lay.
I blinked in total disbelief. I rubbed my tear-streaked eyes.
There in the place of the single rose was an incredible surprise.
A dozen long-stemmed roses were scattered in its place
I gathered them up quickly, as a smile came to my face.
I took a single long-stemmed rose, and she sent down eleven.
I never will forget the day that roses came from Heaven.
She sits in her room alone and waiting
Bursting to bloom is her anticipating
This girl so young just a teenager at heart
One day to adventure for her life to kick start
She grew up reserved never venturing out
Believing she was ugly her mind so in doubt
Boyfriends she's never had close friends kept at bay
No childhood deserves this not growing up to play
Then out of the blue to the school ball she is asked
Her mind now in circles showing it's protective mask
The night arrives, in turmoil she sits waiting
So beautifully dressed, soon to be dating
Her apprehension runs riot, her life crying for change
To live so normal and rid this inner derange
As she turns to the door her eyes starting to tear
A glow lights the room as a beautiful red rose appears
Slowly she turns as she captures the sight
This flower so red emitting this light
This beauty of nature with it's petals so bloomed
Radiate as they grace around her bedroom
At the top of the stairs soon she'll walk down
Into the arms of her date, wearing the most beautiful gown
To the school ball she will go, with her chaperone
When the red rose was released, no longer she'll be alone
On days of early sunrise many colors greet my eyes
Girls in their pastel Easter dresses is one my eye spies
When looking at all the colors presented by Crayola
As I repose on day off in my pergola
Down where wild things play and I would want to stay all day
Where I could reach.. touch the sky-blue sky from this place of play
Across the way where Mulberry Tree gives its fruit to me
Then I can make that Mulberry jam that will draw many bees
Mulberry such picture pretty color to spread on toast
Great color Mulberry for jam on toast this I will boast
Over by the Mulberry Tree where the Brown Turkey grows
Just below the running rose on the trellis of Misty Rose
Nature offered Crayola colors that we favored
Even Razzle Dazzle Rose sunsets that day's end flavored
(This was inspired by Linda-Marie Brianna contest about Crayola Crayon.)
I once heard and had myself a taste
The emptiness of hell is as vast as space
I entered the vortex trying to find
How to drive the demons from my mind
Like a snake I learned to shed my skin
Found the door to my soul and crawled on in
It was as hollow as hollow can be
Full of pain, despair and agony
Like an Eagle gliding upon the wind
I traveled back through my own sin
Through the darkness I could barely see
Twisted souls crying out to me
For but a second I thought of a funny thing
My soul is like a novel by Stephen King
Just when I thought I could take no more
At the end of my soul I found a door
With all of the courage that I could find
I opened the door and entered my mind
The door vanished and with no place to hide
I faced the horrors I found on the other side
As I entered my mind I was able to see
The demons on other side of my reality
They were evil little twisted runts
Like a thousand army ants on the hunt
They had talons, fangs and eyes like a cave
That reflected how darkness was all they crave
They had stingers they used like electronic sutures
As they were connecting my past directly to my future
With all the love in my heart and soul
Battling them became my only goal
At the end of the battle all bloody and sore
I came upon another door
I opened the door knowing I would die
But found myself at the back of my eye
All was suddenly clear to see
Like a movie playing in-front of me
At the bottom of my flask with eyes insane
The devil was blowing a clear blue flame
As he blew the flame the bubbles started to roll
Releasing the ghost into my soul
The smoke rose and then condensed
Into acidic demons that ate through the fence
Ate through the fence and entered my mind
Connecting my past and future to keep me blind
The purple smoke that escaped rose to a throne
And formed the purple genie who welcomed me home
Then a metamorphous occurred before my eyes
And the genie transformed into the "father of lies"
I could see in his eyes and his evil grin
He felt that I belonged to him
In that revelation it occurred to me
I ask of the Lord to "set me free"
I could taste the salt as I formed in a tear
Which ended my journey and all of my fear
As soon as that tear fell from my eye
What had been lost in the night was blue as the sky
It’s taken me years to write this rhyme
About one second I spent in my mind
A second that is clear to see
Released my soul for eternity
The rose grows unbalanced to the right
Because she is deprived of light,
Water is scarce, but when it can run,
The rose soaks it up and leans into the sun,
Her thorns are stunted and endearingly tender,
Though this means they do not have strength to defend her,
Her petals are thin and so easily torn,
Such a delicate flower the bush never had borne,
But far fairer roses selfishly surround her,
And this is how the gardener found her.
So pull out her petals so pretty and pale,
And break off her prickles so fragile and frail,
Then cut off her head and leave her to decay,
Tend the wilier roses and just walk away.
And as her sap weeps as she withers and rots,
The rose is watched smugly by the flowers in their pots,
And as she lies dying in darkness on the floor,
They turn to the sun and lounge in it some more,
And when the rain washes the dead rose away,
The flowers are asleep and have nothing to say.
And The Rose Said This To Me...
by Rick Rucker
I was talking to the Rose I held in my hand,
A long-stemmed red Rose, perhaps the fairest in the Land,
You see, I was a bashful guy, who really never knew,
'Bout the Power of the Rose, and the things that it could do.
I poured my Heart out, there were Tears involved,
I had serious issues, many of them unresolved.
As I prattled on, trying to talk, not whine,
I told the Rose, it took a tragedy, for me to grow a spine!
I went on and on, 'til something I detected,
The Rose was talking back to me, wholly unexpected!
The Rose offered to help me, like it had for others too,
If I would give a lovely Rose to Someone just like You,
That I would be rewarded by a big old juicy kiss,
Finally, The Red Rose also told me this,
In order to not Build your House of Love on shaky sand,
Never meet Your Love without a red Rose in your Hand!
You gave me a rose and now i don't like you.
Now that your gone that rose smells like boo-boo.
Written By: Jesikah Banks (11 year old niece)
Edited by Nicole Brown, her aunt
She pursed her lips to say adieu
And over her shoulder a blossom blew.
"Twas from a rose went blowing free
It's fragrance tease the air you see.
She loved the scent of a rose
Which touched her heart and tickled her nose.
She sat aside all thoughts to leave
Her lover had pulled the rose from his sleeve.