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Details | Free verse | |

Winter's Rose

white frost streaks her hair
smooth ice-sculpture skin of youth
     stroked by cracks
            wrinkles that have weathered life
                 skin once firmly packed sags

in the mirror a figure she doesn’t recognize
    but she laughs
          budding spring beauty
               summer rose that danced through seemingly timeless evenings

restless rebellion came with fall
     withering, yearning

but winter, sweet winter
fills her heart with warm memories
     resignation, acceptance of a life well-lived
               a spirit that will never die

winter’s rose smiles, prepares for eternal life

*Entry for Gail's "Inspirational" poems contest
by Carolyn Devonshire

Details | Free verse | |

Where Roses Never Die

I remember the first roses I received.
I was going on my first official date,
and my beau brought me a beautiful 
bouquet of red roses. At the time I was 
so embarrassed when I had to bring them 
into the house and put them in a vase 
with all my siblings grinning at me.

Our relationship lasted a little longer then 
the roses, but eventually they both died.

I remember the roses I picked out for
my wedding day. I insisted they be yellow 
because that happened to be my
favourite colour of roses at the time.
After the wedding I put them in the freezer 
where they lived in a frozen state for many 
years among the steaks and rouladen.

Although I treasured them dearly I eventually 
had to throw them out and they died.

I remember the single red rose my seven
month old son, with the help of his father
 brought me on my very first Mothers Day.
It was one of the proudest days of my 
life actually holding the title of all 
titles, Mother. I had held that dream 
in my heart since I was a young girl.

Time past before my son said the word Mother,
And long before he did, that rose had also died.

In the years to come I received many roses.
Red roses, yellow ones, white roses, blue,
orange roses, pink roses, rainbow roses too.
For Mothers day, wedding day, birthdays,
holidays, date days, Sundays and just for fun days.
Roses were always there from the day of marriage 
until they filled my husbands grave.

Now all those roses, every single one, all gifts
of love, have died. Every last one.

The most amazing thing occurred over all
those years, although the roses died
memories of each and every one of them
live on till this day. I still see them in their 
original beauty, smell their sweet scents. 
If it wasn’t for those roses, would I still
remember those special days? 

My eyes have taken the pictures of each rose
and filed them in my heart, where roses never die.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
Contest: Roses, Roses, Roses

Details | Narrative | |

How a Blue Rose Came to be

Once upon a time, many years ago,
There was a sweet and lovely -  red, red Irish rose,
That was plucked prematurely, from the garden vine;
A budding beauty, taken in her prime.

She was laid to rest, upon the death, of a lovers dream;
Upon a chest of ebony, where lie, his would-be  Queen; 
Lowered deep into the depths, of the church yard cemetery;
Her scarlet petals, wilting in the summer breeze.

Then the earth begin to fall, like autumn leaves;
Upon  her petals, and the chest of ebony,
From above her tomb, where stood the grieving groom
Weeping , weeping,  like a willow tree.

Then the sky begin  to disappear, amid that mournful cry,
As  tears - from above, fell from that lovers eyes,
And came to rest, like dew drops on that  Irish rose, 
As she disappeared beneath the earth, there in his grief below 
In time, he laid a stone of ivory - upon her grave;
Etched deeply  - with the promise he had made:
To love his Irish Rose - forever and a day.


The years and all their seasons came and went
And a million lonely tears were cried and spent
Upon her grave where everyday he kneeled and prayed
And dreamed of her until his dying day.  


The epigram has long since faded on the ivory stone   
That still stands alone   upon her grave
Where from the million tears of love he gave
A seemingly impossible - blue, blue rose has grown.

 Written:  June 18, 2010

Note:  To late for the contest,
but I thought I would post it anyway. 

Details | Quatrain | |

Ode to a rose on a sunset

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
as the clouds dip into the sea.
A kiss from that rose as the waves fall,
over the beach to a rose kissed me.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
as we wrap in lovers embrace.
A kiss from a rose as homeward we go,
to a bed clothed in satin and lace.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
with passion and warmth do we grasp.
A kiss from that rose that blossoms and blooms,
my hand in her labour pain clasp.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
that wanton and curvy young bride.
A kiss from that rose that huddles our babe,
so loving, in motherly pride.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
without whom I'd not share my life.
A kiss from that rose who selflessly filled,
the place of my darling rose wife!

(c) anaisanais - A M Docherty - Wales, United Kingdom. (7/8/2013)

Details | Free verse | |

Bouquet Of Peace

A delicate pink rose brings me a new voice A bright red rose takes my breath away A yellow rose melts my heart like no other A white rose shows me the purity of life A rose bouquet of peace to share with all
Entry into contest of Moses New Contest: New or Old poems, Beautiful, 10 lines or less 2nd Place Winner

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Sounds of a Rose

The Red Rose speaks softly
          with velvety smoothness, it beckons me
          come, hear my song of gladness
          as I sing a lullaby

The Yellow Rose has a sound of authority
          beware the thorns of life as you are
          pricked by unforeseen events
          tread carefully lest you stumble and fall

The Pink Rose is the rose of love shared
          it sighs gently like a lover caressed
          it glistens with dewdrops like tears of bliss
          and seeks to be lovingly cared for

The White Rose is the symbol of purity
          its voice is that of compassion
          as it pleads with all who see it
          be ye kind one to another

The Black Rose speaks in tones of finality
          as it coaxes one on their death bed
          come to me on your journey to eternity
          where will you spend it is his question

Embrace the sounds of the rose
          when each comes your way
          let them engulf you in their special manner
          yes, embrace the sounds of the rose

Details | Pantoum | |

Rose Whisperer

The rose is enlightened by the dawn’s light Gorgeous in kind, every scent is still there Gardener spends hours working on their might Direct line to the floral realm she cares Gorgeous in kind, every scent is still there An approach used from many years ago Direct line to the floral realm she cares A kind of psychic beyond the real flow An approach used from many years ago She has a perfect talent, yard worker A kind of psychic beyond the real flow A rose whisperer is her thunder She has a perfect talent, yard worker The whisper of her heart is fabulous A rose whisperer is her thunder She lives for the part that’s harmonious The whisper of the heart is fabulous Gardener spends hours working on their might She lives for the part that’s harmonious The rose is enlightened by the dawn’s light Russell Sivey

Details | Free verse | |

The prettiest rose unfurls

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
Its fragrant silken form
I hold in my mind
A memory or thought
Of each tender moment
I have graciously shared with you

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
Releasing its natural beauty
To an awe-inspired world
I hold in my heart
A love that grows evermore deeply
Despite thinking I’ve given my all

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
Till it blooms in radiant glory
I give you everything I am
Protect you and cherish you
Knowing I am the luckiest
Most blessed person in the world

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
After which blooms wither and fall away
I remember how much you 
Need to know daily you’re cherished
By someone who loves you more
Than words can ever express

You are as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
My love my life my future

Details | Rhyme | |

The Black and the Red Rose

Scarlet red rose
Flower for my wife
My pillar of strength
Partner for life
But the other side of me
Is the rose in satin black
Part of the man i am
The side i sadly lack
I can walk in through the door
And kiss my loving wife
I can say i worked late
The other side of my life
While my wife's at home
I am driving in other towns
Picking up the ladies
In the back seat, settle them down
Showing no remorse
This black rose i wear
If she ever found out
Heart rendering tear
Arriving home usually late
My loving wife in anxious wait
Met with a kiss, i internally cry
To do this to her, i ask myself Why?

Details | Pantoum | |

Too Late to Leave


                                ...The sun rose again the next morning
                                and since then, the days pile up and wait
                                I'm longing to leave too...maybe I'm gone
                                hope is dead and life goes on without me

                                And since then, the days pile up and wait
                                for a return that I know won't be
                                Hope is dead and life goes on without me
                                ignoring the pain of her infinite absence

                                For a return that I know won't be
                                I'm longing to leave too...maybe I'm gone			                 Ignoring the pain of her infinite absence
                                ...the sun rose again the next morning


Details | Lyric | |

A Symbol Of Our Love

I long to see this love we have blossom daily with each passing day 
The beauty of which we can't see but we can feel it all the same
I love it when the sun comes up and the birds sing sweetly too
This rose will be on our bench every day of the year I spend with you.

This bench of love is reserved for us for many years to come
Sitting here now I say to you that I want you for the rest of our lives
The rose is a symbol of all that is pure, our trust, our hope and love
Two hearts shall not be broken when they've been blessed by God above.

I promise you that each year will be better than the one before 
A  rose I’ll leave on this bench as each year we’re married passes by
I’m always going to be here for you my darling you’re the one I adore 
This rose represents the longing  in my heart, I want you forevermore.

To show just how much I care I will plant a rose bush here just for you
When I look at our little bench each year and think of how it all began    
I'll remember with pride, that eve I proposed and you said “I will marry you”
As I slipped on the ring, you'd tears in your eyes, as the moon came into view.

When times catches up, grey hair sets in, grandchildren running wild at our side
I hope you'll be by my side on our bench with our roses still growing with love 
But if you're not with me,It won't be hard to remember that night of my life
When I proposed  one beautiful eve, we married and were husband and wife.

Details | Limerick | |

Undone Hidden Flaws

There once was a garden in Thomaston
But all the hidden flaws show now in sun
     Bombarded by winter cold
     Delicate Easter dress bold
Became frozen, tattered, falling undone

Now that lovely garden in Thomaston
Back in early spring's golden rays of sun
      Rose blooms, tulips open tips
      Flawless are flowers no thrips
Remember Rose Trellis_ love's embrace spun

Details | Light Poetry | |


I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.

Details | Rhyme | |

Tender of Roses

Beloved, lovely roses: gift of God and lover’s flower,
Spread your colored petals and cradle tender showers.
While admiring the blossoms with their beauty to behold,
Ought we not to know the Tender of such lovely garden groves?

For He lovingly and thoughtfully wields His pruning shears
To cut away the stems of old for fuller future years.
He cultivates and feeds them. He attends them as a Father
Looking daily to their needs; so faithfully He waters.

From the dawn of morning dew until the setting sun arrays
Caring always for His own until that great appointed day…
When the Gardener comes to claim each one the earth held as its own.
He gently picks it at its peak and for His pleasure takes it home.

As God did one glorious morning, when the Perfect Rose had bloomed.
He rolled away the stone and met with Mary at the tomb.
There the sweetest Rose of Sharon rose that we die not alone.
But be gathered for a garden grove, surrounding heavens throne.

Details | Rhyme | |

A Rose is a Rose

Love in life is ill fated beauty of love’s face often abated a rose is a rose no matter the face pose a rose in a garden is still a rose... no face of love graced, faces of life are strife laced all wilted and covered with mildew of Excellency of grace… a rose often glows in beauty of grace beauty in a Greek nose Love often shows... though a rose is not a nose nor is love the face pose for life’s face is not grace... Love faced is love graced toward we quicken our pace as we see in a dark mirror… light of beauty’s grace though no beauty in life’s race and a rose is a rose... regardless of its pose has a face… Beauty Graced! ========= Note: "It is my belief that everyone was created as Love, whatever condition that love might currently be in is simply a reflection of each person's wellness, his past choices, and his ability to deal with life. Often the inner power of love has been neglected, disbelieved, abused or denied. A rose in a garden is still a rose, even if it is wilted and cover with mildew. The weary and troubled faces you see around you are the faces of those whose love is broken or denied." 'LOVE WITHOUT END' by Glenda Green

Details | Rhyme | |

Red Roses

Their petals are falling as their colors change
It wasn’t this way before but is it strange?
These roses are dying in delicate sweet sorrow
Will their love shed too? Or will it see tomorrow?
Petals and love falling slow like soft snowflakes
A little change in season is all it takes,
But will these roses bloom again in a new morn?
Will their love come back to greatly adorn?

Will their beauty be gone forever once it fades away?
Or will it come back to make everything okay?
For what will the roses be worth if their beauty dies forever?
Will the image and value from them permanently sever?
Will the light in their eyes suddenly become dark?
As their splendor and significance steadily grow stark? 
Or will they rise like light at the beginning of dawn?
And be reborn more beautiful than a swan?

Details | Light Poetry | |

When I grow old

I will grow old
I tremble in the cold
None to care
I have nothing to fear...

But my love is alive
Though I strive
Beautiful roses to pluck
Yet I am stuck..

I grow old with wrinkle
Yet I will kinker
You will always remain in my mind
This is how you will find...

Details | Lyric | |

A paper Rose

Who named the rose the flower of Love?

Or is it the flower of passion  or maybe undying lust?

Was there anyone who wasn't pricked by its  thorns?

Wasn't there  anyone who wasn't fooled by its beauty?

Wasn't there ever a wife who tasted the salt of  her tears

to the betrayal of a husband's lover?

Wasn't there ever a lover who  opened the diary of life

to find the wrinkled red petal of years still in waiting

What is the rose,except the scent of imagination

choking  with the  fragrance of never be mine

What's in a name?Who is the rose?Who baptised this flower?

the flower of seasons,the flower who lives in the rough 

hiding its nakedness of pain in delicate and strong

All a rose ever will be is a  birthed  flower which breeze in the  feeling of 

'You are so special' till you realise,all that you have in your hand is,was

                              A  PAPER   ROSE.

Details | Free verse | |


Dark breeze is the ash coat she wears today, chest strutting from the pull of unknown blues into an evaporating fog of a coughing moon, strung on a web of torn-washed rose beds… it's a long, long way down her lane, but she’s deeply inclined, inclined to sneak, creep or linger among webs of strange fog just like her mashed hair : she revels at the slow gasp of the lamp lights climbing inside a mind, juxtaposed by the many drones of a sullen note, almost lost in a maze along paths searching mirth, searching mock ... beguiled, bothered, bruised through darkness; needing to ignite a bark, a red howl, a scream. And when the curdling pain subsides clearing what could be her new rose garden, she swivels from sad to mad, unsure if the drizzle has seized from pouring below ; a pious, black-laced Virgo star weeps… and her shadow blends with parquet’s floor near the gate. Lone woman -- a cross between Giselle and Mary Magdalene –feigns a smile, gently wiping off dust of more solitary nights without anyone to cuddle . Then as her sanguine hands close the door, she turns the kettle on, to spark dim music and the bulb: play on, play on. * My Best Poem Of The Year 2012 Contest For Dr. Ram Mehta by nette onclaud 7/14/2012 Glory Award I think for Debbie's Dungeon

Details | Personification | |

My Unique Line - RD

"Petal nor thorn could save this rose."

From "Flowers...Beautiful Flowers"  
This line personifies the loss of life and the harvest of flowers  (roses) for a funeral.  Just as loved ones are lost each day in the prime of life (any time really), the rose is taken in the height of beauty and placed atop the grave.  This is in spite of the thorns which protect it.  We possess the attributes of the rose as well.  Yet, still we pass, regardless of benevolence or wickedness.

Details | Rhyme | |

Death by Beauty

A smile moves across her lips
She gazes at her crime
A scar across her flesh and soul
To haunt her for all time
She’ll waste away for all she cares
Never stops to use her brain
Doesn’t care about the ones who are close
All she cares about is pain

She wants to be what the others expect of her
Doesn’t care about the self-respect for her
A rose can’t be a forget-me-not
Can’t she see what all she has got

Never to go back again
She feels the world is at an end
She will never show her grief
Although she’ll cry in empty streetS

She’d sooner live like a desolate mole
Living in fear in an empty hole
Screaming silent wails alone
Content to live in her mental home

A final tear falls from her eye
It hits the ground, it’s followed by
A beautiful body, mutated by hate
A kind word could have stopped it, but it is too late
One two many bricks in the wall in her mind
Molding her demise because her heart was blind
This self conscious being could never have won
For she was destroyed by the beautiful ones

She wouldn’t fight back, wouldn’t respect herself
In the end, she managed only to wreck herself
A rose can’t be a forget-me-not
Little did she know, she had all she had sought

Details | Narrative | |


By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears

A diminishing Rose Bush
With every pedal plucked, beauty is fading away
Losing its essence of greatness
As we proceed to deplete its history
Life flows away,

I remain standing above
Polluted soil
Stems are bare and exposed
Vulnerable to the world and its nature
I give woes
I give worries
I give troubles
These are my possibilities
Then the death of a rose and destruction
Hits home

Bare my green,
My DNA shows traces of the best soils
Traced back to my mother’s land
Surrounded by fellow planted gold
Some will never know

Doing well isn’t doing well
We can’t bloom unless we unfold
Reproduce the best again
Stop dying daily for less than a win
There’s nothing we can’t do
That we’ve done once again

The next season will bring new pedals
I will never grow pass go anymore
Next year, beauty will flourish
Next season remains to nourish
Each season we should cherished
In our best moments
Each year is the best one of your life.

Details | Imagism | |


It's raining today - dreary it may be
The imagery of the raindrops in my view
Dripping !  In my brain I visualize
The dark clouds surrounding me
Thus I see - will there be sunlight
I look, I ponder! I watch and I surmise
the sun may peak in these predominant skies
Mesmerized - sun rays gleam in my eyes
Those beautiful hues - and yet the spectrum
The iris - that beautiful rainbow
It feeds my soul - I look at beauty
And thus blooms the flower - I know
It rained today and thus I say
The gardens grew - if you only knew
I woke - I had beautiful thoughts
Raindrops danced on my life this day
And yes! I saw a bud flourish petals
It's spring - and the rain doth bring
With a little help from the sun , my flower
Blooming in my head I visualize
Look what I saw when I looked at the skies
Imagery in my head, I thought
Imagine it  - and the bird it may sing
Music to my ears - I listen - I see
That spring - it's really blessing me
Enlightened I  saw the dead rose then grow
And I sit, I still ponder , it's roots I know
And the rose once posed- still life - of art
Prominent are the skies to make you wonder 
                                    The rain might start!!!!!
                                        Again & again
Beauteous Be Poesy is my book of poetry available on googles, amazon. com and Barnes & Noble published by Trafford Publishing. wrtten by Miss Stacey Law 

Details | Blank verse | |

A Rose Like No Other

On a secluded hillside,
The wildflowers bloom,
A special garden tucked away,
Basking in the sweetness of life.

In the center blossoms a strange flower,
The only rose among the field,
Deep red and smelling so good, 
Different than all the others.

Storm clouds come and go,
Bright sunlight reappears, 
And fire sprouts from the soil below,
The rose is completely engulfed.

The caressing flames subside, 
But the flower still stands,
Now more magnificent than ever,
Seeming to burn from within.

Glistening like a million rubies,
Petals like silk to the touch,
Here grows the gift of perfection,
All who see its beauty are breathless,

But humans wish to perfect perfection...
A match is lit to again set fire to the rose,
The flames turn into an inferno,
Reaching astounding pure white light.

When the fire recedes a second time,
The perfect rose quivers.. and falls to ash,
Perfection cant survive in this world,
With us destroying the things we have been given,

Hoping to perfect perfection...

Details | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple

My Wishes are Simple

My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.

My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.

My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.

Details | Rhyme | |

You Are A Rose In My Bouquet

~ When I think of you, I cry and smile, you are such a good friend to me, Linda-Marie. So thoughtful, so warm and compassionate, with you by my side, life has meaning to me. We share so many of life's hardships, no two, were ever so much alike and apart. We are sisters, endless friends, eternally, Like a rose, our friendship slow to start. Then, like the perfect rose it bloomed, it is a beautiful thing of time, like fine art. No matter where life takes us, Linda-Marie, you will always and forever be part of my heart. ~~ When I think of you, I erase miles that separate, yet you are near to me, my mirror reflection. Constantly creative, we share ideas so similar, happiness and joy, you give, my dear heart's protection. Strength and determination, you enhance golden tomorrows, as rose petals intertwine, Constance soothes sorrows and tears. Our collaborations grace many blank pages, true friends, we will remain throughout the years. A gentle voice, a graceful heart, we both suffered thorns, a gifted spirit, who understands my soul. Constance is the essence of a beautiful friend for life, beyond a sister, who has taken my half and made it whole. ~ Written by Constance La France and Linda-Marie, Sweetheart of P.S. For the contest, When I think of you, I (Collab) Sponsored by Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver

Details | Rondeau | |

As Rose Petals Wither

As rose petals wither in the autumn of life, Days hasten in orbits, some dull, some are bold. my muse rises to hoist a setting sun hung in gold, gleaming light abiding as daughter, mother, and wife. Glorious blessings entrusted outshine loss and strife. Circling paths of heaven and earth, charms conjured unfold as rose petals wither. I hum a lighthearted song from an innocent time and soar higher than summer to tranquilly reminisce. Then, receive autumn with thankful heart, tho' spring I do miss. Warm days dash by, distant Christmas bells chime as rose petals wither. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, July 22, 2012 for Nette Onclaud's RONDINE THE TRAFFIC OF LIFE Contest

Details | I do not know? | |

Dusty Memories

amidst my walls
a discolored rose
a wedding photo
a collection of memories
a discolored rose
a moment of mourning
as fragile as life
a wedding photo
of lovers once parted
united in the beyond
a collection of memories
coalesce together
a collage of juncture
 i found this form online and wanted to experiment with it...
Trimeric \tri-(meh)-rik\ n: a four stanza poem in which the first stanza has four lines and 
the last three stanzas have three lines each, with the first line of each repeating the 
respective line of the first stanza.  The sequence of lines, then, is abcd, b – -, c – -, d – -.

Details | Rhyme | |

Fallen Rose Petals

Fallen rose petals scattered on the ground Remnants of her beautiful bloom lying all around Torrential rain and gusting winds have torn them all apart She sits alone in her room with a sad and broken heart Fallen rose petals with edges curled and brown The smile that once shown bright is now a sullen frown The stem stands tall and bare where a flower once was worn Pink shades of happiness have left a spine of thorns Fallen rose petals - fragmented memories of a younger life Never picked for a floral bouquet – never taken for a wife
This poem placed 1st in Brian Strand's, Contest No 194, 9/4/2012.

Details | Imagism | |


The wind crept up - the skies ever so dark
Black, slick, clouds and calamity enters thy soul
Dreary! It chatters and limbs they fly
No sun upon thy face - beaming with hue
Those clouds they swarm in darkness
Rain - it pours - flooding the earth
Bewildered I look up at this blustering sky
The trees are dead, It's spring - yes death
Roses in the ground with the trickling raindrops
The April showers - You haven't a clue
True grit! The soil now nurtured
The roots - feeding on this phenomena
And yet when the sun shines soon
Day after day - trees will come to life
And roses in bloom- life after winter death
In awe I see this beautiful imagery
In my brain, as I see the pouring rain
My mind - I visualize - the beauty
Thus, why does it expose calamity?
Beauteous be the wonder in my eyes
And how I love those dark dreary skies
A rosebud in my teeth - I see
Is extraordinary and so is the tree
Let there be rain as it nurtures the soil
And with the chatter of the wind, let there be turmoil 
Again in my brain, I can truly love this day
I see life in the rain that is pouring today.

Details | I do not know? | |

White Rose - E

That of a different kind
A different colour
A different breed
Its colour pure and simple
From a complicated mix of genes

Petals of the White Rose
have never been plucked
no questions were asked to it: 
'do you love me or do you not?'

Only one has ever smelled it 
embracing its full allure
for others tossed it to the side, 
unable to endure

That person also of a different kind
a different colour too
black as the darkest of nights
so very sinful and untrue

Step by step he took 
walking through the forest path
until a little shimmer caught his eye
dragging him close by

Both knees on the floor
as he acquainted the pricks of thorns upon them
but for the pain he did not care
for the White Rose had grasped his stare
he lifted it to steal
to keep for only him and not to share

And so the white rose lived 
and died upon his shoulder
making the eyes tear slowly,
the eyes of their beholder.

Details | Heroic Couplets | |

A true rose of Jericho

 I come whence I go the Lord alone knows 								            like this wheel in the sky this a true rose 									              without recognition rolling along  												done in the green Him alone life belongs 											in the dry what will be done prophesied 											weeping for love His children despised           									           marred  until  latter rain received         											 with one drop again we must first believe      										new life resurrection no longer weeds                      									with a certain dwelling place which is free                                                                                        		              these three agree so are we in this earth 										 drinking all we can until the new birth                                                                                        -  by john Beam based on Anastatica  The rose of Jericho. A resurrection plant is any plant with the habit of reviving after seeming to be dead or of seeming to revive when being in fact dead.

Details | Rhyme | |

Rose Sunset On Flint

Rose sunset on the Flint
Rose glowing through dark trees
What a beautiful sight
To set my mind at ease

The sunset in the west
Cast rose on the water
This winter sunset best
Since dining with lover

Looking to the east now
At the close of the day
There rose a golden moon
To guide us rest of way

To just sit and absorb
The glow of rose on Flint
But glow is only reminisce
Of God's accomplishment

On the left was sunset
To the right the moon rose
At same time too beauties
Awe inspired by God suppose

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In My Community

Our Ancestors fought to the death,
Just so we can live a brighter day,
So before you light up that blunt of meth,
Think about what you’re giving away,
It was a glad day in history when Obama rose to victory,
The first black president was all we knew,
Dark skin is in!
Haven’t you heard?
That even in our community, 
You can get burned,
It’s a sad day when people would rather stay home and “Crank That Amber Cole”,
Than get up and run to a poll,
In our community,
Rockin’ Luis V is better than having a college degree,
And teen pregnancy is not only a trend,
But the single motherhood that follows should end,
Young girls learn of a wonderful prince to take them away,
Nothing should change thought their mothers prince didn’t stay,
And as the tears fade away,
She grows stronger every day,
In our community,
Fighting is no longer a word,
You argue with someone and shots are heard,
Girls showing places the sun don’t show,
So how do they expect the community to grow?
Where love is a figment of imagination,
Making a young child question her creation,
Young mothers would rather buy the iPhone 5,
Then satisfy her baby’s cries,
While her new man’s eye,
Wander up another girl’s thighs,
In our community,
Where #team dark skin vs #team light skin,
Makes others not love the skin they’re in,
Love, lust, hate, and trust,
Giving a rose on Valentine’s Day is no longer a must, 
Where bad is good and good is bad,
Who would think to see their grandmother sad?
Her hurt and pain,
Shows how our community has lost everything her parents fought to gain.

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You Are A Rose In My Bouquet

"You Are A Rose In My Bouquet" When I think of you, I cry and smile, you are such a good friend to me, Linda-Marie. So thoughtful, so warm and compassionate, with you by my side, life has meaning to me. We share so many of life's hardships, no two, were ever so much alike and apart, We are sisters, endless friends, eternally, Like a rose, our friendship slow to start. Then, like the perfect rose, it bloomed, it is a beautiful thing of time, like fine art, No matter where life takes us, Linda-Marie, you will always and forever be a part of my heart. ~~~~~~~~~~ When I think of you, I erase miles that separate, yet you are near to me, my mirror reflection, Constantly creative, we share ideas so similar, happiness and joy, you give, my dear heart's protection. Strength and determination, you enhance golden tomorrows, as rose petals intertwine, Constance soothes sorrows and tears, Our collaborations grace many blank pages, true friends, we will remain, throughout the years. A gentle voice, a graceful heart, we both suffered thorns, a gifted spirit who understands my soul, Constance is the essence of a beautiful friend for life, beyond a sister, who has taken my half and made it whole. ~~~~~~~~~~ *For Tracie's When I Think of You Collaboration Contest. *Written by:Constance LaFrance & Linda-Marie "Sweetheart" P.S.

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The clouds cried passionately
The streets took a shower  
I poured me some whiskey to drink
To drink think to link the
droplets and form an image.

My bed room window was foggy I rubbed it
with my sleeve but it slightly appeared again
when I breath.

From a distance I saw a rose it began to
appear close it was soaked the wetness 
seemed to intensify every petal the rose 
was spinning happily in the rain skipping
 making beats of its own I watched its 
thorns fall as it set its self free trying 
to escape every last bee.

I walked outside introducing my self she said
let me guess your a bee she giggled have you
come to pollinate me I am sorry I won't just 
make your temporary honey.

I said no I am a gardener who never cuts 
his roses stem for a bouquet the gardener
who waters his roses I am the moses of 
roses the gardener who removes the dead
leaves I won't be like those bees who simply 
come and leave I will wear your petals on my sleeves.

I am the gardener who counts the petals on
his rose the gardener who cherishes inhaling
the sent of the rose up his nose and guides it
as it grows  the gardener who lifts the roses
head up when the rain pours down on its crown 
and makes it frown in my garden you'll be safe and sound.

The gardener who counts the thorns
the gardener who removes the weeds 
and never fails to plant a good seed a
gardener catering to his flowers every need.

The gardener who loosens the soil so the 
roots may grow plating them in the right 
spot so the sun they will soak.

She said hmmm sound like miracle grow.

I said at least you know.

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An OD Pen

That pen just lies there on the pale white blank pad page__no activity; that sorry pen has O D on something dangerous_passed out_hardly breathing..Come on pen sit up_here sip on this strong coffee..That's it click, look around, life is active, inviting_write it down..Come on now_here eat up of these grits and red-eyed gravy; now that is an eye opener..You've slept through the last rose of summer that was deep burgundy long stemmed on the bush.  You missed that lucious kiss under the pale pink rose  that on the trellis grows.  Winter is coming on, sober up, get busy for you missed the Hummingbird sip nectar from the Wild Petunia then fly away leaving hundreds of Yellow Butterflies to get intoxicated upon its blooms..So you say you are awake now..Here let me kiss you beautiful ink flowing 'pon the page!

I think my pen OD on chocolate though!!!

Sponsor: Joann Grisetti
Contest: Drunken Pen Round 2

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Loves regrets

As pure as a frozen waterfall 
Dissolving in spring
My winter heart melted at your touch 
I gave you my all 
I sparkled like effervescent water

My youth blossomed 
Like springs dawning 
Filled with light and joy
My soul I dedicated to you
I bled for you

Like a red, red rose unfolds its bud
At the warmth of the sun
I longed for your embrace 
Your ardent advances-
Your deep kisses reached my depths
Unveiling me – I yielded all

Your hands held my heart
So tenderly - at first
Your love grew me
I so yearned for you
My one and only - true love 

Until your longing for me 
Turned to lust-I wasn’t enough 
To gorge your appetite
You became like a darkened well
That couldn’t be filled

You grew bitter and discontent
Enraged you grabbed and destroyed-
You tore to pieces the very love you craved
Crushing it beneath your sullied feet

I lay bruised and tattered by your abuse
There is nothing left in this broken heart-
Are you satisfied? Is your longing quelled?
Look at what is left of my beauty 
You once called, your noble, red, red rose 

© Brenda V Northeast 25th Jan. 2012

Details | Romanticism | |

A Dedication to my Darling Mystic

Dedicated to my darling Mystic Rose...

For my everlasting rose,
for my darling Mystic Rose,
Charished deep in my heart,
for generations to last lifetimes,
on this Beautiful gift,
we all call Mother Earth.

Oh now my dear
come now and do not fear,
I shall take you by your sweet and loving hand,
as we set out in a band,
of two lonely hearts
that both need to be loved.

At first when I came
to this desolate Wasteland;
I was a lonely heart
with poetry that was my art.
You were the first to come to me,
with a smile and a hug.
You read my work,
I won your heart
and you praised me,
looked at me in anew
and treated me diffrently than any other.

My darling Mystic,
Oh how you make me feel;
so grand, so new, so happy.
As I lay my head to rest
I reminisce on your loving words,
that spoke such truth to my soul.
As you praised me through my heights,
and weaped with me through my sorrow,
as I uplifted your soul with the arrangement of words
I wrote from deep down in my weak and weary soul;
You were there always to touch my heart
and cure me of sorrowed tears.

It is impossible to express my love for you,
but see me, to feel my love,
for you my darling Mystic
it tears me apart to not
see your face, to hear your voice,
only to read your loving words
comments on a poem
that was written on a page;
It tears me apart.

Oh, my sweet and everlasting rose,
Blooming in every season,
at every hour,
a beautiful poetess at her midst of an evening twilight
as the nightingales sing outside your window,
I come and show you love and compassion.

Let us go, you and I,
I take you by your hand
and we sail off,
two poets writing of beauty
both in ink upon a blank piece of paper.
To write of love,
My compassion for you
my beautiful rose,
my darlin Mystic.

We shall part seas,
bloom in gardens of beauty,
roses and violets grow tall
around us,
reminding us of our everlasting friendship.
Lilacs and tulups stray long away,
to show my love to a stranger,
but you are no stranger to me.

You are an everlasting rose,
which blooms evertime at the stroke of nine,
and there you stay,
growing in a large and beautiful garden,
that is located deep in my heart.

Now take me, my darling Mystic
your LoveSlayer,
and charish this beautiful write
Charish it at all times,
every hour of the days! 
In honour of your beauty and inspiration
I am a fool in love,
intoxicated with your beauty at heart.

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Death Of A Rose

Death of a Rose
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears
The onion blooms this summer with an essence of pleasure
The winter’s rose brings the smell of death
As X marks the spot
I ask why?
The letters reveal everything in a perfect storm
As my fortune grew wheels I became bankrupt 
My pockets flat-lined into dust
 My days became a Knights reality
My short comings were the guiding in my life’s fatalities
My burdens became the struggles of my light
Each and every day 
I deal with this in this life
My soul is sun burned
My life has washed ashore
Times two; my son’s bring me rays of light
Allowing me to see everything with excellent vision
In all four corners of this ring surrounding my fingers tip
Victory stands bold in the middle 
Failure has lost to a simple slip
So who’s the real champion now?

Tears and sweat are only separated 
By the point in which they’re released
Beauty lies deeply 
Within the heart of the beast
One moment for the momentum 
That destroys the cells of venom
Black and cancerous, 
It sickens our society as we watch this rose die
The funeral we attend today stems from this
This is the Death
Of A Rose.

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Hope Of Renewal

As the last rose petal falls swiftly down
The last of the great roses of summer
What a great summer that was lived_you known
Rose had much character an affirmer

Fall approaches with sure desolation
Only bare branches with prickly thorns left
Mocking Bird nest with nesting cessation
Protected by the Rose as in a  cleft

Used up_bare waiting for winter's cold breath
Not knowing what this winter chill will bring
As the petals flood onto the ground_death
Hope awaits but winter comes with its sting

Will the sap rise again coursing through vine
Revitalization __ one  bud sure sign

Details | Free verse | |


I had a dream last night
fogged by an uneven frost of the morning
guessing if the sun rose.

It dawned on me
it was night still
with forehead engulfed by the fallen hair.

I figured her out
against wealthy gold streaks of sky
while flowers kept merrying in the garden.
Sitting cross-legged in the pavement
She awaited a long cherished arrival;
the pavement turning
          BLACK , white	
          Black , WHITE

Time danced on the cross roads
  with a series of its resonant restrained movements.
Its hand drew out for me
and I trying to grab them
  found the sun shining
  illuminating everything
  except shadow of my own construction.
The very next moment
  ate up its hands
  and shadow intermingled with the silent darkness.

Vehicles tossed up the roads
flooding the pavement with light
  Alterations marked the vivacity of vagueness
  to fathom the unfathomable
and fragmented mirth wetted me from within.
    WHITE would make my shadow flee, I thought.

Sitting there,
she snatched stars from the moonless sky
and buried in the boisterous soil.
I climed up the hill 
  and fell from the precipice
  and she followed
like unshed tears of void eyes.

I kept stringing up my instrument
  as I had only songs to offer
  that of my own disintegration
And she stood
in front of the church-gate
in deathly austerity.

The deity rose in protest,
Melodies evolved from the ocean-cradle
  -filling the air with its uncommon pitch
  and my songs kept straying in the corner
  looking for fortification.

I dreamt then-
     trees stretching themselves upright
     trying to peep into heaven:
     Deep fragrance of incences rising
     where I stood
     draped in WHITE
     praying with vague distrust.

I rose from the bed rubbing my eyes
  and at the breakfast table
  I sat dismayed 
  as I remembered all.

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There Ain't Nothin' Better Then A Cowboy Lover

He was her part time lover
even though he was her only one
A man you could love
But she’d never let him know…
she had a full time heart            
Although her strings
had some wear and tear
throughout her years.

She wasn’t going to let him put her heart in his pocket.

No, she wasn’t about
to give her heart away
She’d play it cool.
Never let him see her fears
Pretend she was tough
Never cry or show any tears

He was a man,
raised right by his mother
He’d lay a rose upon her pillow
He was a man like no other
There ain’t nothin’ better
then a cowboy lover

His name was Jesse from Montana
He had skin the color of lightly roasted coffee 
from being out in the sun so much
His smile, a bit crooked
made him look a bit mischievous,
in a teasing sort of manner
It could knock your socks off 
if you gazed too long

She met him at a little café’ in Big Sky
leaning against the counter
like a long, tall drink of cool water
Boots, hat and all the makins'
of a real cowboy   

She had slayed the paper dragons of her past
Put them all behind her
She was bold and brave; 
asked for his number
which he willingly gave
with a smile, a little bit crooked,
a bit mischievous
in a teasing sort of manner

They’d cuddle in their blanket
under the stars and the moonlite
listening to Hank Williams songs
drinking coffee around their campfire
telling stories from their pasts;
laughing, snuggling
Before she’d go to sleep at night, 
he’d kiss her cheek 
and hold her close in his arms 
One night as she lay in his arms,
he stroked her cheek 
with his tender touch, 
kissed her lips and held her tight

He said, “What would you do if I asked
"Ask what”, she said?
"Little lady, do you know I love you,
would you kindly be my wife”? 

When he said that to her that 
wonderful nite under the stars
she realized...

She wanted him, to put her heart in his pocket

That was the night 
she gave her heart away

  She wasn’t playin’ it cool
  She let him see her fears
  She wasn’t really all that tough
  Then, she cried and showed him her tears

He was a real man,
raised right by his mother
He laid a rose upon her pillow
He really was a man like no other
Nope, there sure ain’t nothin’ better
then a cowboy lover
                                                    *~The Sweet End~* 

Details | I do not know? | |

3 Things You Stole From Me

For you I put a rose away,
Hoping you'd come back another day.
I have always truely loved you,
I always will and I still do.

To pour out my heart into this poem,
Is more difficult than it seems.
For black on white, either typed or written,
Cannot express how my heart,by you, was taken.

You took it all and you didn't know,
But to love you dearly is all I want to show.

That rose may be dying,
But I am too.
For every second that passed,
Is my life without you.

Yes, we're all human.
Yes, we may falter.
But to hear those three words from you,
Would make my heart alter.

My heart would change from a landscape of a battlefield,
To the most perfect, undying rose: unbruised and yours for eternal.

That rose was stolen away by you,
My undying love was taken too.
Although you may not know this,
It was stolen and taken ever since our first kiss.

Three things you stole from me:
My heart, my rose, my undying love.
I'm suprised you didn't take my sanity.

I love you for always and forever.

Details | Free verse | |

Living in A Glass House


The volume of a certain something

does not by any means determine its levity over any given situation

or its brevity by relation

Once you strike a chord,

It's moment of breath

Shatters through it's glass-painted interstellar conquest

Where the fine line between an arrow and a target success

is evident in the lack of evidence

Which provides you, the Reader, better access to the verity in absence

You're an ancient old trick

but if I am watching, you'll have no where to rest your well-traveled head

But in my seductive grin

I am too an old trick

But I stand closest to the cauldron

Stirring green the ocean

To make way for that final moment

When the flame burns cold in the winter frozen solstice;

The waves come crashing to the coasts

Coming for my broken souls

With a gleaming smile for all their sorrows

Taking off into tomorrow

With a calmed, relieved breath

Reliving the scenes on an endless landscape

Now, in compassionate presence

Because after all,

Can't have nothing without 'how'

How: being everything that has ever been conceived of.

So, what have You left out?

You've become ignorant of your own shining features

Forgotten feathers from a bow

Lost your inner voice in the mirror glow

All along Zephyr without, you've lived as a pestilence to others and yourself...

And now, its time for show

Up close and personal

Bath in all the choices ever dreamed of; and burn with a rosy glow

Opened-close a shut case

Without remorse or concern or thirst,

Because all this, will soon be Unearthed

Details | I do not know? | |

a white rose from heaven

a white  rose fell from heaven 
and graced the earth below.

soft, beautiful, tender.
as though touched by the entities above.
each petal dripping, overflowing with emotion
radiating with love.

blown, tossed about by the wind
no one knew its source.
determined this rose was to wait
and accomplish its purpose

picked up and put in a vase one day,
this rose knew that this wasn't its place to stay.

then at a time when all seemed fine
a fern was pushed into its space,
but there wasn't enough room in this little vase.

so out the white rose was thrown into a place cold and 
trodden upon.
its radience no longer shone.

like the palm trees that thrive in the dessert
and the seedlings that sprout when blessed
with water from above...

remember this,
this gentle beauty wasnt alone
she had God's love.

Details | I do not know? | |

In The Darkness

The word tore through
The silence.

A silence as thick
As the darkness
That wrapped around us.

A darkness
Inhabited by people
Equally as dark.

"Sing and raise us
From these shackles,
From our misery,
From our fears,
From our reality!"

This command 
Was not for me,
But the woman
Who sat in a distant corner.

Her voice rose 
Like the sun,
Steady and slow
Warming our souls.

The clarity of her voice
Was like a dew drop
Magnifying the lines on a leaf
Upon which it sat.

Her voice was as beautiful
As an orchid,
And like an orchid
It was a parasite,
But instead of a tree or plant,
It got it's sustenance
From her soul.

And still
It was not enough.

"Stop, stop,

"I do not want to hear
A song as sweet as
A ripe mango or
A freshly chopped sugar cane."

"I want to hear a song
That is rich in pain
As well as triumph.
A song drenched 
In the tears of brave men
And steeped in the sorrow
Of their women folk."

"I want our song."

The silence stretched
Like a sunset
Under a cloud heavy sky.

Then the song began,
A song we all knew.
A song that had brought
Tears to the eyes of kings.
A song that grew courage
In the hearts of cowards.

The song was infectious,
Leaping from man to woman
And woman to man
Like a great sickness
Found deep in the jungle.

Before long,
Voices rose into the darkness,
Vibrations bouncing off of
Unseen walls crashed against
Or bodies.

In this moment,
We were one.
One voice.
One people.
Bound for one place
And from that moment
We shall remain
One people.

One people 
In the darkness.

Details | I do not know? | |

Session Of Out On The Porch

Heavy frost has touched the leaves and ground
Elephant Ears are frozen brown
Pears profusely lay upon the ground
Not turned into preserves or spice jam

Gourds are hanging green upon vines
That have died and turned brown
Signs of winter approach without a sound
Ginko still green even though frost coats it leaves

Holly stands tall with red berries in green
Crow still caws from post in woods 
Life goes on even if not understood 
The Running Rose hangs loaded with buds and blooms

When the sun warms the air will the Rose still bloom
Or will they all turn brown on their lovely face
And then fall to the ground 
No they were spared this round

Out on the cold, cold porch
To commune with nature and God
One more time for this time of praise
One more time for this time of peace

Details | I do not know? | |

You and I

You and I.


Your heart blazed,
with a warmth of spirit,



soaked in truth.

Your smile burned,
branding me permanently,



enveloping my being.

Your love was complete,
from the depths of your soul,


yet fierce,

bathed in silent knowing.

Your dreams were poetic,
fluttering in the afternoon breeze,
infused with the distilled essence of rhyme.


I squandered your generosity of spirit.

I vainly discarded your priceless poems.

Now I stand,




wasting away,

rotting inside, day by day.

Details | Sonnet | |


Upon your days, tedium has imposed, Dull shades have tinted your point of view, And each woman yearns the hues of a rose, A palette that blossoms solely for you. We, too, were buds once, so tender and small, The world had its thorns, but petals unfurled, A trellis we found, so stable and tall, ‘Til autumn came with its frosty upwhirl. My friend, we both know the strength of one bloom, When clipped to the quick it grows all the more, The charm of your words fills hundreds of rooms, I bestow a bouquet and shout “ENCORE!” ~ Lush Romanticas in rouged ivory ~ Gifted to you for your sweet poetry.
By Cyndi MacMillan, February 7, 2012 P.D., I really enjoyed bumping into you in the chat rooms. Your exuberance is needed here at Soup. Kooky, vibrant, honest and fierce. Yup! That’s you! PS- the Romantica Rose is the French version of the English rose, a ‘hardy’, beautiful rose that comes back again and again… ;-) If you can, click on the about this poem link for a photo of the Romantica.

Details | Rhyme | |

Against All odd

The rose that grew out of the darkness among 
deserted concretes never thought to over come 
the slum along with all life’s problem But it chose
to leave its comfort zone proving all law wrong, by
spreading it's Petals it achieved all levels. As it goes
to show even a broken soul can still grow on a road
with enemies close and no light flowed. 

Details | Couplet | |

The Best of Luck

Remember me,
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.
Remember me. 

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.

Details | Rhyme | |

Just Like The Others

" Just Like The Others "

They found her near the rivers bank
as the sun rose in the mornings rain
her body beaten and bloody with no clothes
her precious life went down the drain.

This young girl was such an angel
her feathers ripped from off her wing
they found her broken golden halo
as the church bells softly ring.

She was a families special daughter
her loving heart was full of glee
her childhood was love and laughter
she had a closeknit family.

Soon she faced her teenage years
Just Like The Others can't you see
they all had some fun with alcohol
which led to speed and ecstasy.

All teens will bow to peer pressures
she tried these things onto the next
and of course she had no creed
not until she boast of sex.

Sliding down further a twisted spiral
sadly another young wasted life
drinks, drugs and sex will take their toll
a young childs life is full of strife.

Many bad things done to fuel her habit
had caused her to lose her self control
to feed her cravings and ease the pain
this young girl has sold her soul.

She is so young and just turned twenty one
the last few years have not been kind
her pride and beauty is now all gone
the drinks and drugs have destroyed her mind.

Now she has taken to using needles
this young girl has fully given in
no more speed nor ecstasy
she is using heroin.

This young girl now street parades
in high heels and real short skirts
gaining her money for her drugs
and she is treated just like dirt.

Now there is no longer any help for her
she has thrown it all away
trying bad things unto the next
soon with her life she will pay.

Its sad to think we all have failed her
by ignoring all of the destructive signs
because we always let this happen
repeated again time after time.

We blame the media and this age
by branding the young folks all the same
citing the drugs and a drunken binge
its sad we never take the blame.

These precious youngs ones are our kids
why have we let them all fall down?
Were we too busy not to see?
To watch them flounder and slowly drown.

Yes, they found her near the rivers bank
as the sun rose in the mornings rain
her body beaten and bloody with no clothes
her precious life went down the drain...

Penned By MPK

Quote: Life Is Poetry In Motion, Great Poets Reflect Emotion.

Quote: The Best And Most Beautiful Thing In The World Can't Be Seen Or Touched.

It Must Be Felt With You Heart...

Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Rose that Bloomed

One glowing dawn he came ,

With a rose in his hand.

Rain drops were still there,

Though not over him.

“God! He was melting away!

Why are all those clouds about, Mark?

Don’t you know I have always waited for you…

I  waited for you long and long.”

“Dude! My voice left me alone!

Well…my eyes had voice!

It was all transparent with my eyes.”

At last he gazed at me and went away.

Oh! He left me without the rose.

“Well…you  know…

Another day will come.

He will step in.

A new rose will bloom for me.”

Details | Senryu | |

To -- nette onclaud -- 2

“Awhh, liege -- you live life”
“Like a rose that never ends”
“ Amidst Challenges” 
These are the Words of “ nette onclaud “
To My POEM, To -- nette onclaud , below is my Response

The Aroma : of a ROSE 
Daring to Challenge

Inspired by and Dedicated to “ nette onclaud “

Author’s Note :  With LOVE in my Heart, may I
Ask YOU : Nette Onclaud, may I capitalize YOUR
Name. If you read my POEMS I Capitalize Did YOU read the Capitalized
Words in my Response : “ YOUR FOREVER ROSE “

Details | Sonnet | |

Rev My Throttle

As last rose of summer opens wider
Night is drawing nigh, rose cutter in hand
The rose clipped in its best stage; placed in cider
Jar that was used up, cleaned_now it will stand

Jar of cider was enjoyed long ago
Remember that day on our honeymoon
You were so young with raven hair my beau
We found that road side stand that afternoon

Bought that jug of cider that was so cold
Refreshing after long ride around mountain
So eager for life that we would build_hold
Hold each other_life; wanting to obtain

I clip that rose_place in memory bottle
One memory revs my motor throttle

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Eternal Battles: the good, the bad and the WITHIN, Part III

Kingdom of Adam, Kingdom of Satan
Among us HE exists preaching his constitution
And conspiracies 
Oh What Wicked Witty conspiracies 
“Blame on the Lord” HE whispers
Oh yes, simple relief of a great poet 
Playing greatly on the Bun of words
I’m Buried in the duties of life and 
Burdened by the holy ones,
I Rose I Rose Maya Angelou,
I was burned by the lies, 
Defeated by sorrows and murdered by neglect
Exiled my identity in a vast dry Sahara
Rambling through the sands of life 
Overwhelmed by the gigantic landscape;
And it comes again
The consecutive Sandstorm,
I’m abandoned, I’m lonely, and I’m weak
My thirst is consuming me 
Yearning a tiny drop of forgiveness
And then the shining reflection,
The sudden revelation,
I’m infatuated by its distinct aroma and now I pursue its path
Like abrupt Goosebumps acquired from a good tragedy
I was stimulated and inspired,
Digging through the burrows of my deepest troubles
And confusion there it was an unveiled well
A volcanic eruption of yet another Identity;
My identity
I stood straight and strong..Filled my punched hole of 
Miseries in my guts and this time;
I raised my flags of victory

PartIII of the main Poem "Eternal Battles"

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The Rose

The rose has awakened from its slumber
Like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon
Becoming more vibrant as it grows

It quickly reveals it has two sides
Like that of a two edged sword
It can bring pleasure and it can bring pain

But time is not its friend
For it quickly begins to wither and fade
But not before it leaves its fragrance
On those it has known

Details | Tanka | |

Lavender Rose

Love in my warm heart A symbol that represents A certain one rose In fact a lavender one A unique dream coming true Both man and woman Living a dream of pure love A heartwarming love A great feel of lavender A tender lavender rose!
Russell Sivey Entered into Rick Parise's "Tanka x2 - Pick A Rose From My List" contest 4/7/2013

Details | Rhyme | |

bloody red roses part 2

     She lies in a pile of bloody red roses

She left a note to her folks  saying

" I cant go on im sorry"

      It didnt say why

But still we cry

      We are all very sad

some of us are mad

       none of us are glad

She'll b greatly missed

        To me she was like a sis

But when will the rumors stop

        Noone knows the truth not even the cops

My pain is great 

       I wish we hadnt been late

But when we got there 

        there she lay 

on her already made bed of

Bloody red roses

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The prettiest flower is the rose,
elegant and charming in its grand pose;
and the more light it gets, the quicker it grows...
have you glanced at my garden of various flowers?

I took this yellow rose from a perfumed bush,
and for some unexplainable reason it did blush;
yes, shyness is also seen in the petals of velvety roses... 
when they do open up to the golden sun like danseuses.

In a vase painted by crafted hands,
I've placed my yellow rose to absorve sunlight...
while nourished by the cool water of mountains' springs,
to make it feel a sudden rush of delight.

Admire my pretty yellow rose adorned by light
as in a famous painting by a great artist with practicality, 
and who can deny the realism of his insight?
Even constellations peak, then gracefully glide into eternity. 

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Slowly Fading Rose

My love for you is like a rose
If unkempt it will slowly wither
And slowly fade

But if this rose can live
It must be loved back
Time is my enemy
And you are what I lack

With your caring arms
This rose can bloom
But without them
It may fade with the day

This rose can deceive
Although lit with color
It can lose it within
Will it live through tonight
Or die because of sin

Details | Rhyme | |


Allow me the autonomy
Of innovative spirit
Don’t undermine potential
My purpose, don’t inhibit

Don’t hinder my endeavors
Nor interrupt progression
Be mindful of my right
To meaningful expression

Don’t try to nail my wings
Unjustly to the floor
Don’t stifle my ambition
I earnestly implore

Through fiery determination
I’ll pursue my intuition
With acute awareness
I'll inspire new tradition

Though the odds be great
Against what I believe
Through blazing perseverance
The impossible I’ll achieve

Camille Rose Castillo 2011

Camille Rose Castillo 2011

In recognition of all those throughout history who relentlessly pursued their goals in spite of overwhelming academic, social or professional opposition and oppression. 

Details | Quatrain | |

The Blue Rose

The little boy reclined in his bed.
Out of reach, by his foot, a blue rose lay.
His mom had been looking for quite a while
for something she thought would make his day.

Where did this come from mama?
She moved it to within his grasp.
When the little boy touched its stem
His mother’s computer recorded a gasp.

The rose, rather limp, in a sad sort of state,
stood straight and firm, back from the dead.
And as he and mom stared in wonder;
one by one by one, each petal turned red.

His short hair, mistaken at first glance
for a buzz cut, military style.
Revealed upon closer inspection,
radiation treatments for a long, long while. 

Fact is, this was his last night with mom,
with his cat and his parakeet.
His last night with this magic rose,
left, again wilting, on the sheet.

Later when she could bear the pain,
she went back and gathered his clothes.
All the things of his, she should keep,
but, she could not find the red, red rose.

As she made her way down the long hall,
she glanced from the elevator door,
at a frail little wisp of a girl in bed,
and a long stemmed blue rose on the floor.  

© Jun 15 2010  For Mac's "Blue Rose" contest

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The rose

I watch the rose as it lowers its head, as if given up on the world.
The blood red petals darken and let go, leaving the stem and its harsh thorns.
This once radiant rose is now crashing down, on the table its sat;
until, all the petals are gone and there is nothing left, in the veins.
As it fades and drops, down into the soil, behind is left all that remains.
As time passes this beautiful flower is forgotten.
Given more time the rose begins to rise,
this time stronger, and colored with courage.

Details | Quatrain | |

Of Love and Pain (I staked my claim)

I’m a glutton for love you know
Yet I’m a sucker for pain
Heart on my sleeve everywhere I go
Not wanting sustenance of refrain
Red on my palms entwined with another
Parading around like a stalking saint
Spreading the word to innocent lovers
In message of insight and finger-paint
Thrown into the renovation trade
Rushing the blood to cheeks of the pale
Lessening trounce of quake’s tailor made
Damaging ratings on life’s Richter scale
Mourning profusely, smile without sound
Inventing new sketchings on solar graphs
Mending cracks in the walls all around
Stopping leaks from pipe burst hearts
Filling back up the tear of the hollow
Then swiftly moving along to the next
Extending hands with pride left to swallow
While keeping rejection within its context
The irony of this whole situation
Almost so vague it kinda begets me
Knowledge from past and foregone conclusion
Prolonging a word called simplicity
I’ve seen this before, I’ve loved and lost
Not sorry for wanting to share what I feel
If pain means healing or trusting at cost 
At least then I’ll know of feeling surreal
That’s better than not being able to live 
It’s so much better then nothing at all
With bountiful bouquets of love left to give
I listen for rose colored voices to call
The aroma next time around will be such
Allowing mitosis that seeks to enthrall
And stroke the face with a gentle touch
In the aisle to wildflower entrance halls
Reach out the hands forgetful of catching
Pick up the broken shards of metal
Trailing emotions while sympathy snatching
Garden bound barefoot on lying rose petals
Healthy and wholesome food for the soul
A soft patch for landing on feet with grace 
Creation arranged in colorful holes
For the next time we fall into love’s embrace

Details | Couplet | |

Fire Ball Red

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___

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The Red, Red Rose

A drop of red in a field of white,
A single red, red rose standing above the snow.
Why it didn't freeze, no one knows,
A patch of hope in the barren land.
A small glimmer of light. 
A single red, red rose.

The last piece of humanity left, 
The last of life the Earth will see.
A single red, red rose above the snow,
The very last of nature's beauty,
Why it didn't freeze, no one knows.
A single red, red rose.

As time goes on, the rose will die,
The light will fade,
The hope will be no more
The Earth will come to pass away,
As the petals, from the rose, are torn,
But for now the single red, red rose,
Stands above the frozen snow.

Unless, the hope can be restored,
With love and care, the rose will grow.
It will shimmer like a light,
And it will spread it's seed,
Spread it's hope.
It will stand above the snow,
And finally, why it didn't freeze,
People will know.

The cold and barren wasteland,
That is covered with snow,
Will become green again, 
And it all started with, 
The single red, red rose
That stood above the snow.

Details | Rhyme | |

The Rose's lover

Once upon a time, far upon a distant land,
Was a field so beautiful, it would take your breath away.
For, for acres and acres out tulips fanned.
A beautiful reflection of the sun's bright yellow.
But in the midst of the baskets of the sun,
A tiny red bud popped its head,
It grew unnoticed, seen by none.
But as she blossomed, things started to turn around.
For among the yellow tulips, the rose was a novelty,
A sight that every passer-by would stop to acknowledge,
To appreciate the possibility, the rose's color, her beauty.
And the tulips' monotonous color only enhanced hers.
But even as she was constantly valued and admired,
Even as the whole world seemed to love her,
The only thing that her heart truly desired,
Was the soft caress of the dew drops from heaven.
Because you see, under the tulips so towering,
The little rose only had a small window to the skies.
She only watched as the tulips danced in the rain glowing.
Her heart ached for when a tiny drop would fall upon her too.
Among her many admirers, one started to visit frequently,
A young man, lean and handsome was enchanted by her.
He would gaze at her and at times stroke her gently,
For he was enraptured by her beauty and fragility.
He would sing songs, write poems about her,
And soon the tulips cleared a path for him,
From the edge of the field to his pearl.
But soon the rose was nearing her end.
She knew it and despaired, for she never lived her dream,
Even as she revelled in her admirer's love and affection,
She would never get that chance, it did seem,
For she was losing her petals one by one.
The last day arrived and she held onto her last.
He was there by her side looking melancholy,
Remembering her vibrant days, visualising the contrast.
Afraid to touch her, he sat by her side.
He couldn't help it as a tear slipped out,
But the little drop landed straight on her only petal,
Her heart lifted and her soul soared, for she had no doubt,
That the dew hugging her was more special than any from the sky.
In that fleeting moment she felt truly at peace,
She had realized the true meaning of love,
And so the last petal she did release,
To move onto her eternal ever after.
- Miliya Parveen

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The Wind Will Never Forget

The tears of life now sleep with them
the guns have found their silence.
These fields of war are now in peace,
only the poppies remain 

These red petals that cover this land
with remembrance of yesterday,
of the suffering and pain,
for our lads have passed this way.

These brave boys
Who bore their innocence 
to this thing we call war
who renounced their gift of life for us

Strangers to you and me
yet more dearer to our souls than family
for here lies the cross of Jesus
the pain of everyman

That sacrifice that only youth can give
their epitaph is our peace 
The rose of England bows its head
in reverence and humbled grace
and may god bless all of them

For our boys were the roses
that flowered in every village
the Jack’s and Jimmie’s
the Tom’s and the Bert’s
No more footsteps for mother to hear
their laughter stolen by the wind
all quiet now in village square

But on a wall in a foreign land
their names are lovingly remembered.
Grandchildren shout their names with pride
for they are the seeds of England
 this immortal rose cannot die
for they were beautiful 

And we who are alive
you who take the time to stop
who bow your heads in silence
will feel their pain
Feel the pain of Nations grief
as the petals fall from above
and we will remember life
for life is what they gave to us
The poppies that grow in Flanders field
are reminders of those who have no grave
and our tears will remember them too.
We who live in freedom,
because of them, because of them.

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A Pink Rose

There's a beautiful, pink flower in my garden.
A beautiful, pink rose that blooms every year.
Its petals are as pink as the color of strawberry ice cream.
As soft as a baby bird's feather.
It smells of sweet perfume.
The scent of clean clothes.

There's a beautiful, pink flower in my garden.
A beautiful, pink rose that blooms every year.
The stem is as green as string beans.
As strong as a piece of metal that will never break.
It stands there straight as can be,
only moving when strong winds run by.

There's a beautiful, pink flower in my garden.
A beautiful, pink rose that blooms every year.
Its leaves are rough and pointy at the ends,
with many deigns going every which way.
Its thorns are sharp like the blade of a knife,
looking threatening as they stick out of the stem.

To me,
this beautiful, pink rose symbolizes the beginning of Spring.
The beginning of a new day, a new year.

Details | Light Poetry | |

What Is this feeling of love

What Is this feeling of love

I was told that falling in love was like falling from the sky, but that a lie. Falling in love is like soaring up into the sky and caught by this shadow being engulfed by the gravitation of the two souls. When thinking of love you want to be taken and slowly devoured by that person, giving them as much love as they give you. Can you say the hardest thing is to give up your heart and forgiving your past and fears. In all still I want to be the one you want to holding at night. If you've traveled too far I'll follow you all around the world and back. I can't believe how high I'm going and that soaring, my heads been in the clouds since the day you told me you loved me, that I was the perfect piece your puzzle. Mysterious and kind, gently and firm, you speak no words but your actions say a million things. The world can be so cruel but your braver then me who fears to leave the safety of her home, braver to not let your restriction to be your limitation. It was a lie when they said that falling in love was like falling from the sky, grief, pain, and rejection or what makes us fall. But falling in love is like soaring, soaring into the sun then into the shadow that goes past the sun. Past the Milky Way just floating with your head above the clouds, not even cloud nine could match this feeling. Oh I don't know what love is but if I ever find it, I hope it just like this feeling I have now.

Details | Free verse | |

roses and narcissus and the sky and the ocean

the sky's lips are the softest when the red rose's and narcissus' petals bloom
but when the heart beats it only steps closer to finishing
so why is the rose red when its passion only leaves it to wilt?
the same reason the yellow narcissus looks down
suppose it knows what the future holds
the rose simply tries to ignore that to come
but having passion for now is not its destiny
in the end, the rose will turn dark and unkind
while the narcissus will be too burdened
he will not threaten life with his thorns
the sky and the ocean mock their colors
they are the ones who are eternal
not the red rose or the anxious, yellow narcissus
and though their wealth of life is not as great
the rose looks to the sky, and narcissus to the ocean
the sky watches the rose’s passion wilt to misery
and the narcissus droop lower and miss his reflection
the sky kisses with radiant lips upon their petals
but fails to save them from their fate
then he returns his face upon the ocean
only the sky wishes his color upon the flowers
the ocean’s eyes are oblivious to their colors
she has no idea that her shores are built by their petals
so when the sky mourns upon the ocean, she screams
unable to understand the horror the sky has seen

Details | Rhyme | |

Strengthened By Death

My father`s demise , made me strong,
Faced real hardship,which is not wrong,
Being like a fearless bear,
I soared to great heights before long,
My fame spreads its wings through the throng,
Death did not make me bare.

Using Quote 1:from Jalaluddin Rumi(1207-1273)
When the rose dies it falls open,spreading perfume.You will become
a window for every house .You will be a rose garden in every field.

Olusegun Arowolo
Contest:`RUMI IN RIME COUEE `By Nette Onclaud

Details | Sonnet | |

Rose That On Trellis Grows

Ya'll remember Rose that on trellis grows
How lovely, her pale pink blossoms in spring
She now has a few dead stems that show
Also some rapid growth, frame overfilling

She needed to be pruned there was no choice
It was painful process, for vinedresser
Hurting to core, in this job didn't rejoice
How it hurt Rose, dripping wounds no lesser

Why did he prune Rose this day _severely
Taking away the newly acquired green
May not know fully answer or reason clearly
Until ages past then old answers seen

He prunes us, cutting away the dead parts
Cuts new growth going in wrong way of the heart_

Details | Haiku | |

'Yellow Rose of Texas' (Haiku # 14)

‘ Yellow Rose of Texas ’ Haiku  # 14

         A Lone Star Shone On
         A Yellow Rose of Texas
         and Bluebonnets Grown

Details | Free verse | |

Bountiful Love

There’s love forming next to me…
Sometimes it gets me thinking…
What is it like to be loved?
Maybe it’s the most precious rose in the garden
Maybe it’s like the sun ascending…
Maybe it’s the cocoon releasing a butterfly

There’s love brewing here and there…
Sometimes it catches my eye…
When will I experience it?
Maybe it would be the best part of my life?
Maybe it would be nourishing to my heart?
Maybe it would be the stars gleaming in the night?

It’s an afternoon...that feels pleasant 
Love, merriness and joyfulness sprouting beautifully  
It’s a somewhat unsettling moment…
With me around… soaking in remorse that breaks me 

There’s love succumbing in my heart…
But, my passion is slowly sinking…
What if love isn’t worth my time?
Maybe it’s the weeds that choke the vegetation 
Maybe it’s like the moon darkening…
Maybe it’s the bird facing his first flight…

It’s shocking at first,
But it gives young lovers 
The chance to venture
Into the bright side
Of bountiful  love 

Give me a taste
Of bountiful love

Details | Lyric | |

Falling Leaves

Do I mourn the falling leaf?
Does the rose feel the pain?
Does a rose a rose remain?
Can the rose be a rose again?
So swathed elite adorned
Though the leaves are mourned
Yet the rose a flower all
Until the rose it'self will fall

Details | Ode | |

Dear Mom(A sons goodbye)

                                                 Life is delicate like
                                               a rose on a cool fall
                                               morning then without
                                               warning life is taken away.
                                                 I cry not for the rose who's
                                               petals lay scattered at me feet
                                               but for everything else that has

                                                 I cry for the leaves who's leaves crush
                                              like power in my hand and for the flowers
                                              which droop and sag...

                                                 A mother who left this world too
                                              soon and for her pain in till death finely

                                                 The world is a lot different place
                                               with you gone... But a son has to
                                               move on he can't keep thinking 
                                               something wrong...

                                                He can't keep being sad and blue
                                              don't worry I'll always love you... I'll never
                                              forget the love we shared and how much
                                              you cared...  I love you

Details | Free verse | |

The Darkness in You

How long can I take this?
What you say,
it hurts my heart 
in so many ways.
How I wish 
I could show you the truth. 
Open your eyes,
help you see the light.
But you thrive in the dark,
thrive in the evil ways,
and my heart aches
when this pagan passion 
is displayed.

I knew  from the first day
there was a darkness that thrives,
deep in your soul.
I should have known
that there were still secrets to hide.
Now that I stand on the outside,
and put my rose colored glasses aside,
I am seeing everything different,
and truly realize
there are unintentional lies,
half truths that I never perceived,
and my hope will never be conceived.

You'll never truly understand,
the pain I feel inside.
You may not ever know the truth,
the way my feelings have changed.
I still care for you,
making my heart break more too.
I couldn't see
through my rose colored glasses on,
I didn't see there was 
a darkness too deep to cut through.
I truly want to believe there is brightness that hides,
but I am seeing a darkness,
that will keep consuming your life.

I truly believe,
there is greatness in you.
And after you confided in me,
I realized a battle has been fought for you too.
A part of me thought it was still going,
a war was still for your heart.
I am now realizing the truth,
the war has been won,
blood has been shed,
and very little can be done.
The light will never give up,
but your darkness overwhelms,
and hides you from the truth.

You are not as free as you say,
not a God,
but an unknowing slave.
and this truth will never come through.
The lies are too deep,
for you too believe,
that you could be anything less,
than your own king.
Kings all become fallen,
their lives are all lost.
Even they will have to stand up,
to a higher God,
their pride is their highest cost.

I'll sit here on my knees,
and I'll pray and pray.
I've told you once and believe,
I will never push on you my ways.
But I will continue to cry,
maybe the tears will help the light thrive.
I'll sit here in the background,
battling for your life.
Though I feel like the battle is lost,
and you will never know
that the battle won over you,
didn't make you a king, a God,
but made you a slave.

Details | Free verse | |

A simple rose

Buried beneath a concrete rock
A simple rose I am
The mud sunk my beauty
And time revolved passed my sphere.

The strongest stroke of the rain
Conceal my glare
And behind my back left scratches,
Trace, and marks of each season.

In between of a split of a rock
Sweet hands found me
and with immense kindness
restore my form.

I shone like the skyline
Like a lantern my light glow
and in between the magnificent luminary
This fragile rose shone.

Artistic hands of divine creation,
that transform the abstract and gives it worth
and awake the glimpse of the simple admirer
to contemplate a splendid and delicate rose.


Details | Narrative | |

A Valentine Message

The way to melt a lass’s heart
Is to give her one single rose.
It will be more precious to her than
A dozen or two dozen roses.
It sends a message that she is the ONE.
The one lass in your life, the one you love!
A hand written note to accompany it. . .
She will save forever, and she will probably
Press that rose in a book to be cherished.

Many lads seem to think bigger is better. . .
Not true for a lass with a true heart.
If she gushes over the single rose you give her. . . 
Then her heart is as pure as her love for you.
Pick a Valentine card with great thought
And care, and if you attempt to write how 
You feel about her in your own hand
Be prepared to share the best 
Valentine’s Day of your life!

*Note: This message is from a lady with many years of experience who also
has raised three daughters. Happy Valentine's Day!.....I will be away on a trip for 
two weeks to see my first grandson who is almost a month old, so I will not be able to 
comment  on your poetry as often until my return.

Details | I do not know? | |

A Dove

I am just an innocent dove
Who only know how to love
And I am in deep love with someother female dove
But She said , she has no belief in me and love
She is the only one who listens to me
She is the only one who stole my lonliness
Many times I said I love you more than my life
But she used to laugh at me
Then she said,'' I will believe in love and you
When I see the rain drops in red
When my body became wet in that red drops''
I am confused and said it's just impossible
Again she laughed and said this love is also impossible

I want to make her believe my love is true
And I can do anything for her
One day, I am with a red rose to her
She is in deep sleep and my be in a dream
I don't want to disturb her
I am just flying above her and waiting to express my love again
Then she suddenly wokeup from the sleep
Because of the red rain
She became totally wet in that red drops
And she is the happiest person to see that miracle
But those are my last moments
Because the rose is just in my mouth
But the thorns are sucked in my heart
That is not the red rain but my red blood
I gave her the rose and proposed again
She accepted my love with the tears in her eyes
Those are the last words I heard
Just for those words I lived

Details | Free verse | |

Pale Delicate Rose

The pale delicate rose that he held in his strong hands
No longer is new on the vine holding a slight pink blush.
The rose's petal have begun to lose their moisture, wrinkle, droop soon to fall away. 

This rose so elegant, graceful, drapes the trellis with beauty.
It was the strongest in its spring but summer's heat beat it down.

Then in the fall of its life new growth appeared. An octopus with many arms grew
in all directions.

Now winter with its cold, frost, and possible snow are just around the corner..

What will happen to this delicate rose? Will it survive the winter? Will it come back with new growth and be stronger?..The question waits to be answered..

Details | Free verse | |

The Rose

This immortal rose that lovers seek
will be glimpsed by all in youthful peak
for her presence will be on every corner.

And those who confuse that heady perfume
with a lust for love,
will only find winter in an unknown heart
for beauty was always a fragile thing.

 We who have seen this gift from above
will always get burned by its light.
The poet and the painter
have perfumed our existence
with loves testimony to this.

The pain and tears fall on empty shield
 for love will break your heart
but when we reach out to hold the rose 
picked from these fields of hope,
a moment in life unfurls,
 love will kiss your soul
and the world belongs to you.

Fleeting are the petals of time
the rose is a symbol to love.
For others it is the pain of life,
to find and lose this immortal gift
leaves a desert where life cannot breathe.

 The laughter replaced by silence
the smile that is kept in darkness,
the kiss exiled to the memory.

Love is lost in the deepest pit
of your despair,
the thorns will bleed your soul red
but she can never die.

Love will always leave a spark
that will lead you to redemption
and only death can take this from you.

The rose was never yours to pick
but its creation yours to admire
for your being was made for this.

And as our mortal bodies die
 the spirit will seek the rose once more
for in death its petals fall too
blessing the ground of your resting place.

The rose was always yours 
and its beauty a source of life
the chains of doubt will always 
break in its presence.

The rose is pure
as is your faith in mankind.
It can show you a deeper meaning
for you are the petals of life
she is the perfume of your existence
and it is you that made her life complete.

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While the wind walks up and down the village,
all the time at the same speed,
I looked at that fir,
bent down to the ground by the wind.
It must be very, very old,
but it's still so beautiful and
And the wind, the prince of Freedom,
looked at the wild rose
and started to caress her red face,
asking her
to agree
that he might propose to her
to get engaged.
The rose suspiciously listened to it
bending its head a little from time
                                            to time.
Now the wind bends the fir tree to the ground again,
so it might say a few words on his behalf,
and the fir tree started fondling the face of that village beauty
with a motherly tenderness,
showering drops of a bygone rain all around her,
- glistening on her noble face like pearly dew -
so that the rose might have its grace as a dowry,
and the rose majestically nodded to the
prince of Freedom,
like a princess of love,
agreeing to become the princess of Freedom.
And I thought:
“If men could only bend to the ground so easily,
like a fir tree,
there would be more love left for all of us.”

© 2010 Walter William Safar

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In one piece all respect

Not so easy shading the skin
We all rose in dirt in silence 
All against the wall as we’d rose
As thought in living condescended
In earth to roll its spine in shine
As many dreams as blown by ruler
As many voices  rose  washed  shores
As sounds echo to wall raise our voices
Rains in mussons stops melting ice 
In balance seek in love as drop the ruler
Gathered all in one piece in respect to live

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Seasons To Life

Summers breeze fades in time,
Just as life must pass us by.
Time must leave the past alone,
As lambs are born and then are gone.

Gently goes the winters hum,
Summers passed its work is done.
The closets open it old my friend, 
Like the rose picked from the stem.
It's wilting with nothing to show, 
It's beauty ended with ice cold snow.

Silence is broke with leaves from the trees
bears must sleep and fish must swim continuing the circle it's in.

The earth must spin the loop must roll,
We must glide from young to old.
Tears must fall and laughter shared,
Some must die and others will live.

The rose will flower and the sun will shine.
Every ones lives as seasons come by,
Like winter will pass with glitches and foes.

Its not how we live or how we will die,
It's how we can say I lived in my life.

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'Quit! Give Up! You Are Beaten'
They Shout At Me And Plead
'There's Just Too Much Against You Now'
This Time You Cant Succeed'

And As I Start To Hang My Head
In Front Of Failure's Face
My Downward Fall Is Broken By
The Memory Of That Skating Race! 

And Hope Refills My Weekend Will, 
As I Recall That Scene, 
For Just The Thought Of That Short Race, 
Re-Energied My Being

They All Line Up So Full Of Hope, 
Each Thought To Win That Race, 
Or Tie For First, Or If Not That
Atleast Take Second Place

And Fathers Watched From Off Side
Each Cheering For His Son, 
And Each Boy Helped To Show His Dad, 
That He Would Be The One

The Whistle Blew And Off They Went, 
Young Hearts And Hope Afire.
To Win And Be The Hero There, 
Was Each Boy's Desire.

And One Boy In Particular, 
Whose Dad Was In Crowd, 
Was Running Near The Lead And Thought 
'My Dad Will Be So Proud! '

But As He Speeded Down The Field, 
Across A Shallow Dip, 
The Little Boy Who Thought To Win, 
Lost His Step And Slipped.

So Down He Fell And With Him His Hope, 
He Couldn't Win It Now, 
Embrassed, Sad, He Only Wished, 
To Disappear Some How. 

But As He Fell His Dad Stood Up, 
And Showed His Anxious Face, 
Which To The Boy So Clearly Said, 
'Get Up And Win The Race! '

He Quickly Rose No Damage Done, 
Behind A Bit, That's All-
And Ran With All His Mind And Might, 
To Make Up For His Fall.

So Anxious To Restore Himself, 
To Catch Up And To Win, 
His Mind Went Faster Than His Legs, 
He Slipped And Fell Again.

He Wished Then He Had Quit Before, 
With Only One Disgrace.
I'm Hopeless As A Runner Now, 
I Shouldn't Try To Race.

But In The Laughing Crowd He Searched, 
And Found His Father's Face, 
That Steady Look, He Said Again, 
'Get Up And Win The Race! '

Exerting Everything He Had, 
He Gained Yards Eight To Ten, 
But Trying So Hard To Catch The Lead, 
He Slipped And Fell Again.

'Get Up.', An Echo Sounded Low.
'Get Up And Take Your Place'
You Were Not Meant For Failure Here.
'Get Up And Win The Race! '

They Cheered The Winning Runner, 
As He Crossed Line First Place, 
Head High And Proud And Happy
No Falling No Disgrace.

But When The Fallen Youngster, 
Crossed The Line Last Place, 
The Crowd Gave Him The Greater Cheer
For Finishing The Race.

And To His Dad He Sadly Say, 
'I Did Not Do Too Well'
'To Me You Won', His Father Said
'You Rose Each Time You Fell'.

For All Of Life Is Like That Race, 
With Ups And Downs And All, 
And All Of You Have To Do To Win, 
Is Rise Each Time, You Fall. 

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One Thousand Scars

She was bleeding, pierced and bruised 
To love she ran, but love refused 
With a thousand ugly scars on her heart 
Her smiles faded, her life fell apart 

He gave her a red rose 
As a sign of his love 
But the thorns pierced her hands 
The rose was filled with blood 
She trembled as the drops 
Stained her white dress 
Her heartbeat dared her to stop 
She was drowned with guilt; depressed 

With a life full of hurt 
From the very ones she loved 
She prayed a prayer to the skies above 
They answered her with the rain 
She stood silently, feeling no pain 

Her mistakes, her past were all forgotten 
Her distress, her fears became nothing 

She dropped the rose 
She stopped the bleeding 
Her dress was white 
She was still breathing 
She closed her eyes 
For a second or two 
Then opened them to see 
She was somewhere new 
Never again she would be alone 
She left the strangers, she finally came home.

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When the Red Rose was Released

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

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It is not time for the roses to bloom

It is not time for the roses to bloom, 
The wind whistles a chilly melody,
Clouds veiling the scarlet moon,
Grass field beneath snow’s custody, 
And yet, a rose I see, everyday. 
Her scent fills the blank page, 
The pipe’s smoke refuses to pine,
Silent night seals the cottage, 
Candlelight brighter than sunshine,
And yet, a rose I see, everyday. 
I sleep and wait spring to come, 
alike the bees in their hive,
The snowman in his glass dome
longing to be shaken alive, 
And yet, a rose I see, everyday. 
There must be flowers on winter, 
the gardens may be lost again,
the dragon winged sprinter
Is quiet, bounded by a frost chain,
And yet, a rose I see, everyday. 
The ice is cracking on the lake, 
Near the aspen tree mound. 
A squirrel is startled awake 
By the howling wolf sound, 
And yet, a rose I see, everyday. 
A rose I see, everyday, and yet,
in her flowerbed she stays,
the petals I can kiss and pet,
even if her season is faraway, 
because, a rose I seek, everyday.

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Black Rose

She is my friend
With whom I shared my every moment
She is some one
Who is more than my life
She don't want to hurt me
So, every time she lied with me
When i expressed my love with this rose
She lied again and accepted my love
But there is no love in her eyes
And my red rose is on the road

She don't want to see the tears in my eyes
So, she lied again and said that she will never leave me
She don't want to see me moody
So, she lied again and said that she cares for me more than anyone
But I can see the truth that she never loved me
And my red rose is still on the road

Why she is doing this? She never talked to me
And I know that she is lying everytime but I cannot ask her
Every day I am with a fresh red rose
Just to plant my true love in her as this rose
But everytime my rose is thrown on the road
When I asked her
She lied again and said this was never done by her
So where is my red rose
Where is my true love
And I found it is still on the road
Now its not red but black
My request to her to come back with my true love
Where I can wait for this till my last breath

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Three Roses

You hand to me… A rose A rose most red Behind you are… Two roses Both roses white Silently said… Two white roses Are each of us And the red rose Is our love I grab all three roses… A rose pierces my skin Blood spills… Representing Our dedication To one another This sentiment… I am touched By the love shown And by the piercing A love greater… Now that we’re together May our hearts Carry roses With dedication Thank you… For sharing your love Silent But caring love
Russell Sivey Entrant into Debbie Guzzi's "Touched " contest 2/24/2012

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Ghetto Roses V2

I see a desolate feild were are da babies
seeds went missin will we ever grow maybe
why are our pedals growin in already damaged 
worse than abrasions can't be healed by a bandage
Its like we were brought up in a feild being burned
so we grow up and burn up dat potent sherm
take lives away, so the world can mourn
like ours  were taken before we were born
whats supposed tobe green is gettin choked up
a couple of fields two different kinds of smoked up
and I'm lookin at the world through rose shaded glasses
to interpret my words don't need no poetry classes
I been sayin the rose is damaged so what am I seein
a world that leaves us cryin' dead or bleedin
can my pedals be mended while my heart is bended
fadein on pepsi and hen hopin my life is soon ended

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Forever-Part 2

Pacabells cannon starts to play. The gates open and everyone looks my way. Beautiful black and red roses line the red carpet that leads to you. You look amazing tonight too. I look at my white dress as I step into the setting sun. The light catches the black sparkles and roses on my dress and makes me look beautiful, makes me feel like one. A black rose on this beautiful LA sand. A black rose that belongs to a wonderful man. I slowly walk down the aisle. I walk up to you and I smile. There's black and red roses on the alter and I get up ther. I can smell their sweet fregrance in the warm evening air. The paster starts as I look at you. You say you vouls and I say mine too. You say "I do," and I do the same too. You slip yet another beautiful ring on my finger and kiss me so sweetly. We hold hands and walk back down the beautiful rose lined aisle.


We walk to the peir where there are beautiful lights hung up everywhere. I spin to look at the beauty and you lean in close to me and say, "wait here." You walk up to the DJ and request and smile as a familure tune comes on. I continue to smile and I take your hand. you walk me back out onto the beautiful sand.  "Our first dance," you say. My smile gets bigger when I here Amazed starts to play. You pull me closer to you as we start to move from side to side. My nourvousness is hard to hide. "You okay beautiful?" you ask softly as you gently run your hand through my hair. "Yeah baby, I'm fine," I say as I see people gather around and stare. We dance and we sway sweetly and quietly. We kiss and dance slowly. We kiss again and you start to sing along with the song. I've been waiting for this day, I've been waiting so long.


We'r walking on the beach again. hand in hand. you still in your tux, I'm still in my dress. This is our future. Together. Forever. The setting sun catches my ring. It shines brightly. "I love you," I say and we kiss again. "I love you too," you say and gently pick me up.

You carry me back up to the house. You carry me up sairs and lay me on our bed. You lay beside me and gently kiss my head.

We lay there and talk for hours and hours. We smile and laughas our future stretches on in front of us.

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the rose

                                                    (love story)

She was only 21-when her fiancés life
Was taken with a gun.
They had three years together
And life was getting so much better.
They had plans for a wedding in June
But it ended much too soon.

He had given her a long stem rose
Then he fell to one knee, and did propose.
She took the rose and with loving tender care
With her diary she would share.

She took the rose and cut the stem
And she knew his love would never end.
She knew with time this flower would wither
And die- and that it was a love between he and I.
So she got the silica gel, And preserved the
Rose very well.

She put it into a plastic bag 
and vacuumed out all the air.
Then put it into her diary
Where only she could see.

They said it was a down right shame
That he was in the middle of a shootout
Between two rival gangs.
That was when he lost his life
Before she became his loving wife.

As the tears rolled down her eyes
She started to visualize
Of how her wedding day would have been
Had he not been in the wrong place
At the wrong time.
Their life would have turned out fine.

As she placed the rose upon the diary page
Growing inside of her was a sense of rage.
Why can life be so cruel, and people so full of hate?

But looking at the rose, her heart started to melt
Relieving her of all the anger she felt.
Their love for each other was “ oh so pure”
Of a happy life together she was sure.

Life can be comical, and you never know
What it will bring.
But she got pregnant doing her thing.

Then one night when she fell asleep
Into her mind he did creep
And told her these words:
Now you have three things I left behind
My love, a rose, and a child of mine.

When she awoke, she knew he did not die in vain
For he left a part of himself to relieve her pain.

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A White Rose

It was a night full of stars
The moon shined upon the land that was green
As the sky was blue
The stars moved in the motion of circles
And the grass let out a sound as beautiful
As a rose itself
A rose, a rose, one of white pedals to shine
A rose fuller than a swine full of slop
Majestic and divine
An untouchable rose, one that I could not own
A rose whose roots were deeply rooted on a green hill
Its throne
A rose who’s beauty had been covered and shadowed 
By a tree’s branches, that rapped around its stem.
Its life being chocked and squeezed ‘til life was no more
That one white rose was the one I adored
I swore that I would free this life from its horrid prison
And allow it a life of growth
The ability to spread its seeds to gardens across the horizon
A life in a vase that I shall own, hold, and cherish
Til the day I too become a prisoner of the earth
And in a way I already had
I trekked up the hill to the place where this rose
Lay is roots, but pulling the plant 
Would do the task not
The branches of the tremendous thick hold were to stay as they were
The rose pedals began to fall to my feet, and my duties had become clear
With my axe, the stem of the rose I cut and in my arms I held tight
And with my axe I pierced my heart and I too fell
A victim of a hold that could not be broken
But though our physical appearance faded into the sky
Our bodies both became a part of the rich soil
Left to father future generations

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My Rose

One day I shall be your shield
And block the dark arrows of the world
Tearing apart who we are.
I shall be your compass as we sail across the world
I shall be your torch lighting all your dark paths
That you have walked alone so long.
And moments of self doubt
I shall be your music.
No more the chaos of being alone 
Even amidst friends and family
But with me you shall be free
Like the wind blowing through the trees.

And when voices of despair speak to you 
Then smell my rose I have left for you
A scent that shall help you dream away.
Never shall these petals fall to the ground
A secret scent sweeter than honey 
Forever reminding you a love so true.

Now I shall strum these heart strings all night until dawn's light.
I shall play until my fingers bleed
Until I paint a picture with my sound.
A picture painting my rose in the heavens. 
Inscribed across the night sky
Every light in each star resonating our dreams.
So times I cannot be with you
You will look up and remember my love for you.

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Crayola_____Colors Of Nature

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.)

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Behind the Green Door


Cessations tying balloons; glittering now amid the colours of the wind

To build this fairytales city while as closing obtuses intangible eyes....

Animations sparkling fortress afore dangling, majestic manifold crowns ~

Heliums manifestations, lifting these walls atop their monolithic pillars

Foundations, to be pasted unto the rose gardens heirful bouquet skies

Analgesias dreams in flightful hues; higher and higher within florals arrays  

Ascending; reaching for the kingdom born, betwixt prosceniums buttercup stars

Parfaits chalices of golden promises poured from poincianas royal fruitful palms....

Picturesque montages in memorabilias souvenirs; portrayals unto bluer realms ~

Gregarious volitions harbored amid the ports of chamberlains tangible truths 

Cessations tying balloons; colours in the wind building this fairytales fortress

Beyond analgesias momentary dreams for you and me; heliums manifestations

Coming to life their breath atop the monolithic pillars, rose gardens floral skies....

Betwixt prosceniums stars and poincianas fruitful palms; heirs of eternal promise


...."Behind the Green Door" *

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Every rose has its thorns
Those extend from the stem like devils’ horns
Of the pain each thorn warns 
Each of us to get to the flower in life must pass their own thorns

The rose can blood red 
If you were to constantly had bled 
Soon enough you would be dead
So spirit of life is represented by rose that is red

Some roses are silver blue
Moon is represented by this hue
Moon representing mystery in times old and new
So spirit of mystery is represented by silver blue

Yellow or teas colored roses are put on graves during fall
That may seem like sorrow but that is not all
For with their help spirit travels to divine hall
So they represent immortality of the soul and divinities’ call 

Finally when white roses grow
Their petals are white like snow
That will clean the world when it falls with winds’ blow
The spirit of purity is represented by white rose as well as spirits’ flow
The complex is the roses flower
That represents force that starts with perfect true divine power
Then extended soul is forces bestower   
Finally neural flame and its version of none linearity is forces grower

At the end blue rose of mystery given to thou 
And with it moonstone will make you see
Something you would otherwise never see
And be something thou otherwise would never be


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Words of Inspiration:

There was once a man who believed he had everything
Everyday he was blessed with the gift of wisdom
For every wise tale he was given a proverb
For every proverb he was given a vision
For every vision he was given a dream

In one of his dream the man saw an angel at the foot of his bed
The angel pointed at the door
At the doorway the man saw a bright shinny light and heard a deep hallow voice

The voice echoed words of great knowledge and inspiration
Written and quoted by great men and women
Martin Luther King Jr.
" The Ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort 
   and convenience but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy"

Anne Frank.
" I don't think of all the misery but of all the beauty that still remains" 

Aldons Huxley.
" Experience is not what happens to you it is what you do
  with what happens to you"

David Guys Powers.
" Each day is a new life seize it, live it"

Michelle C Ustaszeski.
" Never look back and regret look back and smile at what you have learned"

Dr Robert Anthony.
" Forget about all the reasons why something may not work
  you only need to find one reason why it will"

The man rose from his bed and fell to his knees and whispered words of thanks
For a moment he had forgotten the reason why he had been chosen
For every season for every rose for every seed that is planted there is a reason

In the distance the voice whispered life has many roads
That takes you in many directions but the journey is worthwhile
because the experiences are worth sharing and whenever you feel like giving up
remember why you are here. 

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No end for LOVE

A big smile on my face
A huge hope in my heart
A great thrilling just to my life
Because it's thursday evening
And I am waiting for you at this temple
I am searching for you in every breath
And I am calling your name with my heart beat
I can see you and I can feel you
Many years gone my love
I am still with a rose in my hand
Please listen to my words
Please accept my love
I know I am not visible to any one
Because I already died for your love
But my soul is still thirsty for your love
And now I cannot leave you
Many years gone my love
And I am still with a rose in  my hand
Please feel my love

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Full of Love

i love to talk to you.  i love being in love.
i love lots of things.  i just love life.
i am so happy today 
and i am not sure why.
is like i smelled the sweet rose 
it stayed with me, reminding me 
how sweet your smell is.
how beautiful a rose can be
it can hurt as much as it gives me joy.
my life is full of love, love everywhere
and i cant help but smile all day.
wish i could keep feeling this way 
but life is hard as well.
storms come when you least expect them,
but that's just to test your love and faith.
i feel like i was born again.
i feel like feel like i have opened up my heart
to something i was trying to hide.
i can not longer hold this inside.
i got so much love i want to cry.

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Let Me Be

Let me be that rose, that The Lord God, Himself ordained me to be.  I must be that rose, that 
gives the sweet smelling fragrance of hope to the downtrodden and the forgotten.  I need to 
be the sweet fragrance of love to the hateful.  I shall be that sweet fragrance of peace to the 
violent and the warmonger.

I will be the wonderous frangrance of truth to the liar.  I must also be the sweet smelling 
fragrance of courage to the cowardly.  Yes, I will even be the sweet fragrance of 
frankincense that was plucked from the resin of The African Trees, of strength to the 
weakling.  I really really need to be that rose, who's fragrance will cause the dissipation of 
doubt and disbelief  to overcome the impossible.

I wonna be that rose for all living, that breathes the sweet breath of life that inspires the 
belief"I Can!"  Can I be that radiant brown sweet smelling fragrant rose, that causes the 
blind to behold the life of light as their sight?  I must become that precious rose that will 
sacrafice his place upon the bush that came from "The Rose Of Sharon" vine, that all may 
know the perpetuating purpose of my life.

I hope to become that rose that shall bridge the gap of all our precious children hearts back 
to the hearts of the fathers, mothers, grandfathers, grandmothers, uncles, aunts, and God 
Almighty.  For "I Am That I Am," ordained me to be a brown rose, in the troublesome garden 
of life, before I returne to my vine which I was plucked from.  So, Please Let Me Be 
That "Brown Rose."

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To See A Dream

A rose that looks like sunshine,
Bright, but soft, butter yellow, with an edgy crimson outline,
floated in a vase alongside soft splatterings of Baby's Breath.

'Twas a gift.
It lived on the dresser;
my dresser in front of my bed.

Every morning, when the sun began to shine through my window,
the rose was the first thing I saw.

It had no thorns, it was perfect;
Perfection in a single flower:
I took a picture.
To capture the moment,
to capture the beauty before it began to wilt,
before it lost its perfection.

I would dream,
imagine that I would become an aspired singer,
that I could dance,
that I could be in the "In" society.

I would dream the impossible,
that I could be the first to count all the stars,
that I would sit on the porch with my love and enjoy morning hot chocolate,
that I could see the future God intended.

My reflections bloomed, like my rose.
They grew into a young woman of no horror in her life,
sheltered and nurtured under the love of parents and a close friend.

I woke up to my animal's playing and a resounding crash.
My shattered vase.
My gorgeous rose,
Baby's Breath and water all over the floor and under the dresser.

I cut my feet.
I cut my hands.
My rose had a tiny thorn under the wilted petals.

For you see,
I never saw the withered, ugly flower with a covered thorn.
I saw what I wanted to see;
A soft, but brilliant, yellow rose with edgy crimson outlines.

My dreams blended into the blood on my feet.
Reflections became none exsistant when I felt the pain of glass in my hands;
I saw my sheltered life sink into the puddle of water, slowly drifting under my bed.

With tears, I cleaned.
I scrubbed and threw away the pieces.
I bandaged the wounds and washed my eyes and cheeks.

Without aid,
I moved on.

Time told me of scars on my feet and hands.

All I can do is remember and glance at my framed, wilted rose;
the brittle petals cracked,
the stem a deep brown,
the thorns prominent and sharp.

I saw what I wanted to see.

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Chaos and Roses

Elixir of life,
feeds the life,
Shedding it, there
is no strife...
Roses are always
In that, not even
chaos loses...
Crimson is the soul
of the roses,
No matter what the
chaos chooses...
Roses, as fragile as
they are,
Only their lovers,
that fragility
That razor, deeper
in your wrist sink,
In roses, more your
soul it link...
Do not fear, thorns
will not spear,
Just be here, feel
yourself dear...
I see distortion,
demons are here,
I hunt them, I trap
them in a sphere...
Still, chaos is our
And chaos is our
I look and see, love
is there,
Do you dare

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Thorns Redeemed

There are seasons of discontentment
In the bleeding bed of lies
Where thorns are now redeeming
Every rose that realised

There is a holy comfort
Outside the gates of purest light
Where every crime is fleeting
And stronger knowledge clouds the sky

Below are crying angels
Awash with scarlet prayers
Where their dying lyrics capture
Every rose that can still care

There is a fading reason
Enough of one to rise
Beyond the echoes of all knowledge
And through the horror of this night

There are seasons of forgiveness
In comfort of the signs
Where healed roses witness
That every moment is divine

Above completed cycles
Our awareness was too rare
But where wisdom has redeemed us
Every thorn now knows to care

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a rose 
a rose 
had bloomed in my presence
is it love 
is it love 
my nose 
smell your perfume
what beautiful 
i'm told 
i'm told 
that your love is  a present
like christmas
i get butterflies 
thinking about opening 
you should i expect the 
i believe with you
my heart is resurrected

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Secret Garden

Tentative rose thorns graze my skin as I push through the plant-walled garden
They neither break skin nor draw those secret white lines across it
Lillies of the valley wonder where their valley has gone when they realise they are on
flat land
Their delicate white petals stare at the clouds which gather like ants to an amberule of honey
I can feel the rain on the air, it clothes me in a heavy gown of foreboding and expectation
The birds who once called across the garden to their avian lovers silently flutter home
In the tall birches and oaks and evergreens, in the bright aboreal verendace, their world
I walk through a stream which has trickled and will trickle for ages, 
patiently it cuts away the tarnished granite bed, deeper and deeper,
Tiny frogs leap away in instinctive terror, my feet suddenly transformed into evil monsters,
and as I step out of the stream bed, I wonder where all the butterflies have gone when I
see a moth
With spanning black wings as dark as night, edged with gold as bright as the sun,
its antennae are feathery and magnificently plume the insect's noble head, a crown above
all crowns,
Its six legs are carried tightly under its richly-furred black body, little dagger-glows
I reach out a hand as tentative as the rose thorns, and the moth plays with me,
taunting me with its nocturnal majesty, with its iridescent wings, with its reflective eyes,
To my eternal satisfaction the lordly moth alights upon my fingers, 
and I wince as its claws grip my tightly, it folds in its wings, its royal robes of office,
The golden filligree glitters and the soft pixie dust all moths carry falls unnoticed onto
my hand,
Body quivering, I see the unmistakable mark across its elegant wing-shape; 
death's head, a human skull, remnant of a past life,
laughing at me in my folly, 
the lordly insect takes flight, leaving my with the sliently roses, the apathetic lillies,
the meandering stream, to contemplate the incomprehensible
and I breathe in the dust of the moth,
forgetting butterflies had ever existed, for the death's head 
rules the secret garden day and night
and now I understand these things, 
which only the whispered languages of the garden could say.

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Black Rose of Love

       The dread black rose has such  dark meaning to it.
       It can never find a way to a heart .
       The Thorns are deadly t all who touch and hold .
        The Black pedals on that on the rose show pain and suffering and loss .  
        A Creation of such darkness such Agony and Despite  in it .
        How  does a person turn such a creation a Black Rose into a Red  Rose .
        The Black Rose of Love is  heart ache , pain , hatred  for your love of people and things .
 For that is the Black rose of love  

                      Stay away from the Black Rose of Love.

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The Rose Hangs On

Thirty degrees and heavy frost
Of last night, killed the Impatiens
The running rose blooms and buds frozen
The Ginko is almost naked nearly all leaves gone

Only a few yellow strands
Left on the chilled branches
The white hoar's frost excentuates 
Gold beneath the mostly barren limbs

Air is frozen as breathe into lungs
Comes out as foggy drift
Too cold to linger for the warmth
Of the inside seems so appealing

Responsiblity calls for today
Is celebration Sunday at church
There will be dinner after service
Then an extra choir practice

It was a hectic day but refreshing
In its own way, renewed friendships
Sharing a meal with church family
Seeing people enjoy what I prepared

Went out to see the damage to plants
From the first hard frost of the season
Most tender shoot are totally gone
It is amazing though the rose hangs on

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Her life to be a wife.
Filled with gloom
Her groom untrue.
A rose that never bloom.
The seed of love
Not planted.
Walk into her room.
Put a gun against her
Beautiful head.  
On the floor dead


Copyright 2011 JohnnyPaul davis

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My child, My Rose

 Today like so many, I said a prayer for the families. For the students that lost 
their lives to a man that many didn't know.

  Heavenly Father, I ask you this day to watch over the families. Watch over the 
souls of the students that lost their lives to an intruder of evil. Evil has prayed 
upon the innocent and those doing your work. I pray for these families, in hopes 
they may find closure to such a tragedy.

 So many lives have been taken. So many hearts have been stricken with grief. 
Allow them to know that only the body is put to rest and not the soul. For the body 
is made from sands of thee earth. To thee earth may the body be replanted to 
sprout new life. May their tears replenish thee earth with water to feed the new 
life. In thee end may life be brought back in the form of a rose. A rose that may 
grow with the darkest shades of red. For it is the color in which signifies "Love". If 
your will. Allow the stem and leaves to be as green as thee pastures for which 
they lay their heads to rest. May the thorns be sharp to protect them for intruders. 
May their rose grow from now until the end.


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my rose

as i wait to see i find that my life is over and i cry for days to be and i see that i can 
not stop this my black rose is the death of me and i can not wait to see the rose 
for my own eyes my life is as black as night my love is no longer with me for she 
has seen the rose before me why was i born to die and why must i die to live i do 
not  understand this and my life is fading fast the fogs of my darkness is in my 
head my hell night is as bad as i make it.and i give a rose to my love only now 
may my  rose has come for me

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A Dead Rose

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.

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Unremitting Serenade (Part two)

She said
“We are slowly and always eroding
As we lose more and more
By little bits and little bits they fall
They are falling 
Prey to the fading and wasting away
Of the nameless one and all his dark children
Those of dark hearts and souls dimmer still
And yet we weep to find such ones as you
Who fade as well
For we see in you the ability to listen to the rhythm of the world
To the celestial hymns of the stars
And you heed the whisperings of those around you
So we grieve for those of you with hearts and souls so bright
And despair when you lose yourselves to unbelief
We cry when the listening becomes a burden
And thus as you fade
So we erode
And bit little bit we fall
Are falling 
I lament the loss of all I’ve ever known 
And it frightens me
That all the glory-bright children who guide you at night
My brothers and my sisters
Whose tears fall for you and so many like you 
Shall leave my sight forever
When comes the wasting 
And the fading’s complete
Yet all my agonies for you outweigh mine own
For you truly believe in the vasting
All its loneliness
With its great nothingness and all its tranquil non-existence
I weep for the breath of grey upon your soul
Tainted thus from scars of the past
And I mourn for the one who may yet still come
To shed you of all armours and shrouding veils
For I wonder if you will struggle 
And fight each step of the way
Because I fear the tainting and the fading 
Has dug in too deep

Or will you allow the one to see
Behind the reflecting pools of your eyes
To converse with you
The one only I have seen so clearly
The one that hides deep inside 
Behind those eyes

For you the future I glimpsed 
Was so bright
Because I saw in the palm of your hand
A key of hope
Such a key as could open any door
And yet I have watched with helpless wonder
As the hall of many doors began to lock
To one by one bar themselves
‘twas a time when you traded
The white rose for the red
So you might remain within your world a while longer
So that perhaps you might discover once again
The lost faith
And all the many wonders you used to see without the veils
The little things you had abandoned
And to this end you held the rose within your arms each mourning
To find the fresh reason why
Sorrow should stay his hand
And why
Why he should have left you alone
When it was you who brought yourself to the brink each day
To the edge of the world

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Sometimes we get what we want

A single golden maple leaf rose on the wind twisting reflected sunlit flickers from her polished upper side, dancing in 
wind flung ecstasy of autumnal flight. Rising to disappear over the rooftop to wherever gusts took her. 

I watched from the bubbling hot tub, soaking in the massaging waters and almost feeling the leaf's freedom. Yesterday 
morning a friend left on just such a breeze. It had taken almost 40 days in hospital to lighten his soul for the ride. 
There will be no services. He will be cremated. His ashes will rest on the bar in his cellar throughout his annual 
Christmas celebration. This is what he wanted. 

Sometimes we get what we want. Several years back he'd had a small furniture business, bookshelves, tables, 
benches, that sort of thing. He'd also finished unfinished furniture for a company if their customers asked for it. at the 
time I was carving figures, birds, dragons, fish, whatever the grain led me to find in odd pieces of wood. "Take any piece 
that's on the floor" he'd said. I'd pointed to a four by twelve standing on end about four feet high. He'd laughed and 
turned it around. 
It was rotted and eaten away by ants or termites so that the knots stood out in odd dimensions. "I'll take it " I'd said 
seeing something that may be done with it. 

A week later I brought it back and we dipped it into his stain tank. He looked at it as it rose from the tank and almost 
dropped it back in. I'd carved the last supper on it, following the grain and using the knots as flagons or people 
depending on their location. The bottom of the board had been intact making the table the easiest to carve. The ants 
had done eighty percent of the work. I gave it to a friend who said he knew a priest who'd love it. I found out later his 
nephew got it. 
Sometimes we get what we want

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Jesus Lives

Once a very long time was born a perfect,righteous man 
He died upon a rugged cross, but yet, He rose and lived again. 
Jesus died that day but in the grave He didn't really stay 
From the clutches of sin and death He broke for us the chain 
As the boulder from his sepulcher rolled away they said. 
I am so glad to believe that Jesus came in order to save us all. 
And now between our Heavenly Father and us there's no more a wall. 
Because God to this earth His only Begotten Son He sent. 
And Jesus in total perfection his whole life He spent. 
But upon the cross He chose for us to bear our sins. 
He definitely did it all for us out of Love. 
He absolutely did it all just for you and me… 
He died while pleading forgiveness to His Heavenly Father above. 
Yes, death couldn't keep Him down as He rose again that day. 
The grave was found emptied and Jesus was never seen there 
And Jesus bought with his Precious blood our sins that day. 
The stone just rolled away and Jesus lives in my heart everyday. 
Jesus has risen!And He lives! He can wash your sins and mine.Be thankful and pray. 
Jesus my king and Savior lives and always will be here for you and me. 

Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 


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Black Rose

A rose of lustrous black sits in a field of nothing but grey, When shall it bloom, the marvelous color that so entices me. Thy thorns pierce my tender flesh, Blood dripping from small unhealable mends. Bud of darkening black as the night is young, When will you blossom into a rose? Beauty is but eternal sleep; your stem is of an ashy essence, Everything about thee makes me want you to blossom. The day you finally open, what joy you will fill me with, Your petals are soft to my smooth skin, Your beauty is everlasting. My rose, when will you blossom, I have waited forever to see your beauty, Whether it is inner or outer makes no difference to me, Love is all I have to give, Oh sweet rose how much love I give to thee.

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A Rose

Today I picked a single Red Rose
with overpowering beauty, warmth, and flare.
The love,joy, and  happiness it once represented
is diminished for you are no longer there.

A Rose is given for a joyous and special time
to express the love we have in our heart.
But a Rose is also given after a storm,
to express the loneliness when we're apart

My Rose for you is for your beauty
for your warmth and for your smile.
Because of this single Red Rose,
I'll think of you as I go each mile

Your memories will always bloom in my life
as bold and beautiful as this Rose.
I'll cherish each and every single pebble
so your memories will never close.

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A Rose It is life A Rose It is death

When smelling a Rose of beauty and life it’s life soon to end it’s consumed by fear, With perfume and thorns it will grow in strife But with death upon, there’s not but a tear. When you silently wish for life and love, a Rose! in spring’s sweet bloom, brings this with joy but it’s frozen by winter’s crystal dove and Flies away unremembered like toys. A Rose is Life singing a perfect song it’s melody like snow gently falling. A Rose is Death, for fear’s mercy is wrong if it would take it’s life at Death’s calling. But you know the truth of a rose’s life it will be stolen as if by a knife.

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Unremitting Serenade (Part six)

To this it was my turn to answer
With a slow shake of my head
I answered the Angel
With a quiet calm of serenity
I grinned

“How can I surrender to my pain
When there are ones such as she
Who ache
Who cry out and go unanswered and ever unheeded
Tell me why I should put myself before such a one as she
How can I give in when to do so would break my heart
Thus for all the others who grieve
And see what I see
So I will go on
Forever on
Though it takes my life
From now till then
If I could and replace it too
I would take the torment from one other”
And as I said this the Angel sat up to frown
But before she spoke to me a long moment passed
This time she asked a question
With an answer too
And so I would say no more
No more

“Have you realised at long last
That no longer can you continue to run
You can run no more”

So she spoke
With whispers
And behind me rose an infinite stair descending
Above me deep in the sky rose a soft yellow sunlight
A bright star illuminating the heavens
Within it I watched the Seraph
Fly and so she soared
And from the edge of the world
I slowly turned
To step down with the song in my ears
The unremitting serenade
I awoke

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Unremitting Serenade (Part one)

And again he took up his pen
To place upon pages
That his soul and heart may be heard
His message may be listened to
Though he has no voice
For the one, the only one
And he awoke
In dream

Once more I stood before the Seraph
Upon the brink of this world and the next
With a bright star illuminating the infinite sky
And behind me a gossamer stair descended
Yet all of this I saw so vaguely
For my eyes beheld the Angel once more
Once again I noticed her smile
The whisper of rose upon her cheeks
Soft luminescence within her eyes
A tender sheen of dewdrop red upon her lips
And her luscious waves and shimmering of hair
I inhaled all her intoxicating scent
The unknown essence
And yet this time I noticed 
A flaw
Upon bright downy wings
I saw a slight shading a dimming of the white
There lay a breath of grey
A lamentation arose within me
But the Seraph gazed upon me to smile
Thus she spoke

As her words fell upon my ears
The unremitting serenade arose throughout
To sing with much despair so all would know
The reasons for the dimming of the sun
The shading of the vast skies
Why the moon rose to blot out the bright stars
To place sorrow here upon the edge of the world
Behind me the waves of lamentation hit the stair
To shatter the silken strands to dust
And within me a keening rose
From deep inside beyond the soul’s resting-place
Out from the depths it rose
To rage and unleash its wrath
To cause my blood to bubble and boil
To fill my body and mind with a conflagration
I raised my arms above
And opened my eyes wide gazing beyond
The rabid vortex of fire
To scream
I screamed, I screamed
To break my soul

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Red Rose Petaled Bath

Red rose petals in the bathtub of scented dripping water,

Candles gently flickering in the background,

Sending an iridescent glow throughout the bathroom,

Soft melodies can be heard from a distant room.

Why is it so sad?

A naked body stands in front of a fogging mirror,

A tear trickles down a wet cheek,

Sadness weeps through those glistening eyes,

A chin quivers and sighs,

Inside the sound of a weak heart can be heard,

Thumping loudly,

Ringing in the ears,

Boom – boom, boom – boom, boom – boom,

Why is it so loud?

A hand reaches down onto the counter by the sink,

Grabs a hold of something and draws it up,

Those sad eyes take one last look into that fogging mirror, and shut tightly,

The blood starts to drip so fast,

Down the arms,

Onto the sink, floor and feet,

Fear, panic, dizziness overwhelming,


Into the red rose petal bath,

Odd – the water turns so dark,

The red so vibrant,

Why is blood red?

Slipping into incoherence,

The fear is gone, panic disappeared,

Falling now – maybe floating,


There is no more,

Why is that so ironic?

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From Me To You

Take me to that place...
The one where everyone's away
And the one where you keep me safe.
Hug me in your arms and say

Tell me what you like about this,
Because, maube we can exist.
Just whisper in my ear,
And make me smile,
When no one's near.

You walk towards me,
And you make me see
everything there is to see.
Cause your standing in my heart,
And no way, will anyone keep me apart
From you.

Bring me into your world,
Where I'm the only one
And the only one who stole your world.
And let you see me,
And than tell me

Let me know what you like.
Let me bring you a girl, who knows
That the rose 
You gave to me,
Is forever going to be ours.

Have this place to hide,
And not ever leaving a site,
Is exactly what I dream.
And everything is what it seems
From me, to you.

And forever is going to be ours.
This rose you gave to me.

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Atop a red rose 
A field mouse soundly slept 
When seen by a crow. 
That swooped and ate the mouse 
The rose didn’t lose a petal. 

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I am a rose

i am a rose,
My body made of many layers
Filled with strength and several prayers

Sun and water are food to my soul,
Like my parents trimming, tender touch, and trust
For with out them I’d wilt, dry up, and turn to dust

I am determined, courageous and rarely blue
Some say a rose means I love you 
I am a rose  with a stem straight and true.

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Dear rose,

A soft yet delicate rose I do see before me, I can still see a hint of pain from years 
gone by, yet the rose pedals still remain firm and unchanged, just a slight miss 
trust of the men that caused that rose so much pain...yet the rose remains 
closed before the rain falls that could make it blossom once again. Dear rose 
open up for me and let me water your dried stem and nourish you back too full 
health once again, so you can blossom into a full bloom in the morning sun? 
Once again the most beautiful rose in the garden again, open up and let the rain 
come longer just a rose that stands alone I do share your pain. Now bask 
in the morning sun and quench your thirst from my rain.

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Scion Rose

There's a rose that grows in the garden
It's a scion of exceptional stock
Problem is it's not hardy
So the wild keeps blooming about

But when a bloom from the scion
Opens, it is such a beautiful sight
The scent is outstanding exceptional 
It draws me out at midnight

Just to enjoy its present
To feast on the scent a delight
And touch the soft velvet petals
Glad that I chose this rose that night

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Written In Blood

My neighbor Jenny ran for my door
wiping bloody tears from her chin
Just like a hundred times before
Bobby was beating her again

I stared at Jenny's overnight bag
knowing she would never unpack
I gave her a rose and a wash rag
Then watched her go running back

I tried to make her understand
Real love isn't written with blood
t's stenciled with a gentle hand
like soft petals of a rose bud
 Real love isn't written with blood

 I heard the fire from Bobby's gun
 as Jenny neared the garden gate
 She'd never see the morning sun
My gift of wisdom came too late

Repeat Chorus


 She clutched petals of a rose bud
 and whispered with her last breath
Our vows weren't written with blood
You can't love somebody to death

Repeat chorus

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The Red Rose

                        He walked by on his country walk, to see a garden full of leaves and 
one red rose nearby a tree. He pondered significantly how this rose could still 
exist. Coming back day after day; he truly thought the rose would be diminished. 
But to his surprise it still stood without a blemish. The man kept coming as he 
would walk by the garden full of leaves to see the flower; nothing touching it, not 
even a ray. Years past and the man could not see. A couple more came by freely. 
Now the man is truly happy. For he is buried by the tree and the garden is full 
again, but not with leaves. Roses gleam in mid day as sunlight hits them as they 

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The Beam's Happiness

Tunes of happiness and joy 
Laughter heard from not so far away
I saw a glimmer at the end of the road
I thought it was something fraud
Curios, I wanted to observe 
 Curios, I wanted to see what the road might have…

Now, footsteps are left behind
 I slowly became blind…
For the glimmer was no longer there
Instead, a strong glow glistened with no fear
I wanted to get closer and see what lay on the ground
I wanted to see whether it was true or fraud…

It was hard to get across
For the glow formed strong barriers…
Yet, my foot was able to step in
Allowing my eyes to come in…
On the ground lay the unexpected
On the ground a rose blossomed…

The red rose lay so peacefully 
With its colors glowing so brightly
It has the color of pure red on its cheeks
With the bright yellow as its eye shadow’s beam
Its leaves carried small droplets of water
The represented the perfume it sprayed with a splatter…

The rose is something so simple
That may enlighten a person who’s dimple…
Thus when overwhelmed with sadness…
Remember, something simple is waiting to comfort you and be helpful… 

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Sweet Blood

…And there’s the wine
Of red, rose and white
In a slant cellar

Red as in red of your blood
Rose as in rose of your lovely prose
White as in white of your purity of life

If, one must choose
I chose you, sweet blood…
For my lonely heart

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A Faded Rose

A faded rose from days gone by
Just sitting in the dark
Faded petals and dried up leaves
On my soul there’s a question mark.

Why is this rose all dried up,
And faded by the way?
Why is it sitting in the dark
And not in the light of day?

In three more days, will things be better,
Will this rose bloom once again?
The reason this rose is in the dark
Is because of mankind’s sin.

This rose is not really faded,
But it’s a temporary death.
Soon this rose will live again
So we can take a spiritual breath.

The Rose of Sharon rose again
No longer lying in the dark.
But living saving, healing and filling
On our souls, He’s left His mark.

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Black Rose

I am hanging on to this rose
In where I am hoping you will come
My hope for our love is high
Couldn't imagined what we had become

You surrounded me with your smiles
My fantasy built up with you
Colours of red only in my sight
And saw you always dress in blue

Love was in my mind
When I realised we had our first kiss
A way to figure out
That love was not actually a risk

I finally found her towards the end
Where no man could survived that far
My Hope was to build a new beginning
And to be as what we are

I know our love was strong
It was never wrong
I know this is what you want
Where we truly belong

When that one day comes
The sky turned dead black
Filled my world with emptiness
She would not go back

She left me but a note
A note that did not change my world
But it was a note
That change my heart

I could not forget about her
Her face, mind and soul was in me
I wish I could get out
To a day when I could be free

I know she still had my rose
I know she still had my heart
Our lives could not move on
With us staying apart

I wonder in my own fantasy
Where love did not exist in there
I couldn't erased these memories
These haunted memories I couldn't bear!

From here till the present
Where her figure started to fade
I wonder if the rose still had the same colour
That rose which I Believe will no longer be red

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The Rose

A rose reaches to meet the sun shinning down
A worm vacates his home as water enters the ground
The sun goes in the moon comes out
The wind blows to shake the trees about
The rain falls to nurture the grass 
Autumn approaches summers pass
Colours from green now orange and red
The rose once bloomed now is dead
Winter is quiet not much sound
A blanket of white now covers the ground
The rose gone bye winters doom 
Springtime showing its new bloom

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A Rose 4 A Rose

A Rose 4 A rose to make our love grow,
being with you is like being in heaven 
No worries except one saying goodbye, until tomarrow.
A kiss from you is like touching an angel in the sky
whenever I see you I feel as if I can fly.
Please, oh please sweet angel in the sky, don't say goodbye.
I have fallen in love with you as time has passed,
we have grown close in life as time has passed by,
you have flown in my life and stolen my heart, my love,
goodbye, for now until tomarrow.

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Acoustic Rose

If whom ever should take me out before I make my statement
Then Smile, for I am no longer here

I once was your angel submerged in sadness
I am now your rose meager and darkened

I am a chapter written
A sought after answer smitten

I speak when no other will listen 
Because I know when it ends I beg upon the skies to glide low

You may kneel amongst the stairway to ask for me
You may journey through fire bitten smut to summon thee

Here I lie
After my flesh hours devour

Whisper if you will
For I now find myself at peace with songs

Below this casket of true lies
As a rose of absence I lay

	Smiles equal tears
	Ur Black Rose 

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Letting Go

You're still the song that sounds in my soul,
You're still a dream, so far, no longer real,
Me, love and you... Three halves of something whole,
If one is missing, everything is clear. 
You can't recall my warm and loving glance,
I can't recall your glare, full of anger,
And... turn away; love left me no chance
To be your sweetest sin or perfect stranger.

I loved my own pain
When you could be a shield,
I seemed to be so weak,
Still not ashamed of it...
I was so weak, yet was so strong,
Like pretty rose that has its thorns,
And now these thorns are all
That's left of me...

In darkest corners of my soul
Alive are memories, so sweet.
Can't be with you, can't be alone,
Cant bear my truth or your deceit.
Each of your words I'll always treasure,
But won't respond - I have my pride
And quell this love that can't be measured,
I can't afford to lose this strife. 

You'll always be with me,
But only... in my thoughts. 

I loved my own pain
When you could be a shield,
I seemed to be so weak,
Still not ashamed of it...
I was so weak, yet was so strong,
Like pretty rose that has its thorns,
And now these thorns are all
That's left of me...

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He rose from the mist,
came clear and became apparent,
he had risen from where,
mist rose from the dust,
wherever he went,
he shook the dust,
and made for change,
he also churned the sky,
about his height,
to give rise to lot of mist,
each time both cleared,
that is dust and mist,
they clamored for a look at his visage,
that lovely well shaped face,
with that beatific smile,
and a look in eye,
that splattered all intelligence around,
he like a pied piper,
herded them truly around,
they pined for his few words,
for he spoke only a chosen few,
and each time he did,
his undid a knot that strangled many a mind,
they looked for him forever,
and lived under his shadows,
the day came when the familiar mist was gone,
and there lay aheap of dust,
they were looking for him already,
and found the apostle had gone bust,
but he remained in memories for centuries,
they now prayed to him in ethereal and he was god,
the apostle was there and had remained.

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Contradiction And Reflection

Contradition And Reflection 
Contradiction and Reflection 
Nothing can compare to love there is no way to word the thing the love although 
poetry comes close. A rose has thorns and colors and smells while a violet has 
odors' and eye sniff a perfume a smell not unkind but hard to describe like unto a 
mothers love like unto a poets pencil working to make the message seem like 
love to seem like the only thing the most obvious thing without false hope. Every 
song that calls itself a love song sings of some strange sickness some sort of 
illness as the words make a melody and everybody listens as the crooner sings 
this a bit off key ___---“eye could not get to sleep at all last night”---___ and the 
electric organ and the guitar man make everything sound all right again. Love 
can make me sick can make me hurt can make me yearn but that's okay that is 
the way of love. When she says yes is when it makes me strong and the 
sickness is at rest and the love has won. Ewe aer a violet rose no thorn in me. 

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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


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


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

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The Rose

A seed fell out from the tomb
The flowers died, the seed should die too
But rising sun outlasts the night
As raindrops spill, as the seed learns to fight

A playful leaf, silhouette in the sky
The rose now born decides that it likes
But how to reach when trapped in this form?
And now the rose is lost in a storm

The sunlight draws the rose from its bed
The rose just stares, too lost in what’s said
More rain will come, more dark will rise
More light will come, then more rain to despise

Nothing now but whispers and time
The gentle wind, the lonely inside
The rose just waits to feel it belongs
As gentle winds begin with their songs

Complacent air, atonement for us
The rose has grown, the leaves it can touch
Now patient hope has finally come
And past the dead the rose feels the sun

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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

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Beauty of Life

The painted rose is displayed there on the table
Where peering eyes can gaze and therefore see
Adorned in vase, transparent yet so beautiful
It sits there waiting, but forever will not be

So placed by hands that wanted for possession
Yet, from the dirt, they stole the rose’s worth
As scent and beauty dies, its imperfection
Unless remained so planted within the earth

For there, if left to die, its beauty comes back
As stems beget the buds left there to thrive
The beauty then comes back with new flourishing
As if that one rose again was still alive

The choice here then is simple, do we cut it?
Or, do we let it grow for the entire world to see?
The rose was not meant for solitary pleasure
But rather meant for all of you and me.

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Elemental Shift

With the beauty of your face,
 and the touch of your skin,
I cannot picture you as the rose,
 who stares at the heavens,
No, you are the raindrop,
 that falls to the Earth,
With every waking moment,
 as the rose grows,
It reaches towards the sky,
 asking for more,
When the rose reaches upward,
 and finds heaven,
It shall open it's bud,
 and emanate a smell so sweet,
Every man, woman, and child,
 shall open their eyes and look up,
At that precise moment,
 the world will be at an awe,
All because of one fallen raindrop,
 that brought life to a rose.

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The Rose

The rose so delicately picked
Pricks and bleeds its life blood from the thorn,
The droplets marring the green grass;
Tingeing the blades with death.
Watch your hands,
Don’t get caught.
Life lessons are learnt
As lies are taught.
A world with no morals
And a hell with no bounds,
Luring the damned
As the demons dance round.
Petals turn to dust
As the fire of depravity
Turns morality to rust.
As the years unfold
The story is told
Of how the roses colour
Came to be.
A fair young maiden
In the fields does wait
For her brave young hero
Who has being slaying enemies in battle.
He did arrive, wounded badly
And hardly alive.
The maiden ran to him as he did collapse
And held him in her arms.
As his life slipped away.
Thru sheer despair
The young maiden did weep.
She cried for so many years
Her eyes had bled,
Making the ground so wet
That the flowers she did weep upon
Soaked up her stained tears
And that is why
The rose is red.

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Mother's Garden

I stood on my knees in her garden
staring at my inexperience
and a few leftover memories of her,
in her spot, by her rose bush.
How she loved roses. 

I can feel her nursing, caring, 
pulling weeds of her heart
and tossing then into a wheel-barrow.
This little garden smells like her.

I can find her here, I can hear her humming.
I will water her roses with my tears.
I will pull the weeds -for her.
I will start with that large, ugly, thorny,  
emptiness, the one that is larger than 
the wheat fields of Kansas
and free her rose bush.

How she loved roses
and now I love them too.

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ROse twister

Rose could twist her arm until you heard a snap
I told daddy on her and she twisted my arm back
You will never know what it's like to be me 
   Until you see Rose twist her arm 
       I don't think she wants to be around 
              I knew that by the time I was five
                      That she would commit something
                           I just prayed sudicide wasn't one of them
                                    My prayer failed  
                                       I miss her  
                                     ROse twister 

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The Rose

THE life OF a dried up rose petal
Sometimes It feels shallow and fragile 
The lights went out in this garden the other day
story, of the fallen ROSE 
It use to be very pretty
very flawless 
very popular
very happy 
I ask myself, what happen to these rose
It use to have much color
It was trhe prettiest rose in the garden
WAS it because it didn't get enough light 
WAS It because it didn't get enough water
WAS it because it didn't get enough love
A lifetime of hopes and dreams all gone away
The lights went out from this beautiful rose
In this field of haste, the petals began to fall day after day
I also noticed other roses in the garden
Many LIVES were shatter 
many fell in murderous pain, 
Many are sick today wondering IF they were ever loved
Yes the earth is changing, oh my God as I pray. 
My tender moment,I LONG to utter my prayer, 
As I look at the wasted garden
the death AND the misery 
of the beautiful rose, I BEGIN TO WEEP 


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I am The Rose

I am the rose 
i fall to my knees 
I am the rose 
you violate me 

If life is just a stage 
and we are all meaningless actors 
I'll add that to my list of complaints 
and we can write another chapter. 

If life's just a journey 
and we're approaching the end 
then we'll just say 
I've been too busy counting blessings 
and asking questions 

I am the rose 
I fall to my knees 
I am the rose 
you violate me 

If life's just a dream 
don't wake me from this coma 
to the whispers 
if life's just a test 
we'll just say i passed with flying colors 
like the rest of them dead souls 

I am the rose 
I fall to my knees 
I am the rose 
You violate me