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Violin

.                                              She sleeps in her rose wood bed,
                                                  under a blanket of velvet red;
                                                   old and alone and forgotten,
                                           she dreams of the love she once had.
                                              Once again she recalls his caress
                                                      on the curve of her hips
                                                                and her breast
                                                         as he moved his bow
                                                      on the strings of her soul,
                                                             playing her sound
                                                    'til his passion was spent.
                                                                        ~~~
                                           They traveled the whole world over,
                                                      to every city and town;
                                              the maestro, his bow and violin,
                                                 bringing each curtain down.
                                                                        ~~~
                                               He died in a cry of sweet refrain,
                                               clutching her strings to his heart; 
                                            as he fell to the floor in a final encore,
                                                       tearing her world apart.
                                                                        ~~~ 
                                           So she sleeps in her rose wood bed,
                                                  under a blanket of velvet red;
                                                         her strings still filled 
                                                    with the song of her soul,
                                                        etched by the maestro
                                                               that loved her
                                                               so long ago!

                                                                    ~~~~~

                                                          Author:  Elaine George


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Rose and Rose Marie

‘Twas on a morn’ in early spring
When I met Rose Marie
In a garden
Where she sat - upon a bench
Beneath a willow tree

Where - with a glance
My heart was stabbed
With pangs of jealousy 
For it was  - very plain to see
She was - by far - more beautiful than me

She spoke -  with colored words - like rainbows
Spun with  threads of gold 
As she described the man she loved
With all her heart and soul

She told me - of his beauty
Raven hair and eyes of green 
And as she talked  - he appeared -  before me
As in a  -  living dream

She told me - how she met him
On the Shore of Evermore
There in the fields - above the cliffs
Amid the mist - an ocean roar

She told me how -  with their first kiss
He carried her away
As he poured his love - into her soul
There - so high above - that wind-swept bay
With Heaven  - but a breath away

Her words - like magic - in that moment
Cast a  spell on me
For I too now - had fallen - so deeply - in love
With Cannon Lee

I longed to feel his breath 
His lips upon my velvet skin
I longed to quench - the lustful thoughts
That now  burned  - so deep within

So - when Rose Marie - stood up to leave
And turned her back on me
I dug my thorns into her wrist
And  sealed - my evil deed

My jealousy - now turned to poison
Ran quickly through her veins
And as she tried - to pry me loose
I clawed her - once again

"Tainted blood" - is what they say
Stole his love away
And that is how - I came to be here
On these cliffs today.

So tenderly - he holds me now
And  finally kisses me
As his tears - fall on my open petals
And trickle  - down my leaves

Then - from his lips - there comes a cry
Of such despair - it cracks the sky
“ My darling - my love - my life 
Why did you have to die?”


And here so high - above these cliffs
These cliffs of ‘Evermore’
I hear her name - resounding -  above  the ocean roar
‘Rose Marie’ - ‘Rose Marie’
As he cast me  -  with a final kiss
Into the raging sea.

            ~~~

Author:  Elaine George
August 29th, 2009


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Rose and Rose Marie - A Re-post

‘Twas on a morn’ in early spring
When I met Rose Marie
In a garden
Where she sat - upon a bench
Beneath a willow tree

Where - with a glance
My heart was stabbed
With pangs of jealousy 
For it was  - very plain to see
She was - by far - more beautiful than me

She spoke -  with colored words - like rainbows
Spun with  threads of gold 
As she described the man she loved
With all her heart and soul

She told me - of his beauty
Raven hair and eyes of green 
And as she talked  - he appeared -  before me
As in a  -  living dream

She told me - how she met him
On the Shore of Evermore
There in the fields - above the cliffs
Amid the mist - an ocean roar

She told me how -  with their first kiss
He carried her away
As he poured his love - into her soul
There - so high above - that wind-swept bay
With Heaven  - but a breath away

Her words - like magic - in that moment
Cast a  spell on me
For I too now - had fallen - so deeply - in love
With Cannon Lee

I longed to feel his breath 
His lips upon my velvet skin
I longed to quench - the lustful thoughts
That now  burned  - so deep within

So - when Rose Marie - stood up to leave
And turned her back on me
I dug my thorns into her wrist
And  sealed - my evil deed

My jealousy - now turned to poison
Ran quickly through her veins
And as she tried - to pry me loose
I clawed her - once again

"Tainted blood" - is what they say
Stole his love away
And that is how - I came to be here
On these cliffs today.

So tenderly - he holds me now
And  finally kisses me
As his tears - fall on my open petals
And trickle  - down my leaves

Then - from his lips - there comes a cry
Of such despair - it cracks the sky
“ My darling - my love - my life 
Why did you have to die?”


And here so high - above these cliffs
These cliffs of ‘Evermore’
I hear her name - resounding -  above  the ocean roar
‘Rose Marie’ - ‘Rose Marie’
As he cast me  -  with a final kiss
Into the raging sea.

            ~~~
Author:  Elaine Cecelia George, of Canada



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The Traveler and The Rose

A strange blue rose - alone
midst an array of clustered flowers -
a few of them her friends -
the shy violets, lovely white lilies, and bold marigolds.
In the gracious garden spot the traveler singled her out -
his gaze resting admiringly upon her.
Each day as he passed that spot,
she was the one he sought. . . 

And day by day the traveler came around,
speaking through the fence softly in sweet sounds
that wafted her way with the wind.
Persistent wasp, in guise of a honeybee,
he tried so hard to wear that flower down. . . 
till unexpectedly, he strode right through the gate,
and blissfully ignorant of a rose's care,
plucked her up, swept her high up into the air,
and uprooted that blue rose from her safe soil.

But he did not a gardener make.
Knowing nothing of roses,
he knew very little of any flower he pursued.
Moreover, one mere blue rose cannot long compete
with the other bright fanciful flowers
which, along that traveler's path, he was sure to meet.

Those soft whispered words
that caressed her blossomed cheek
soon ceased.
And the water to her soul (if a rose has a soul,
he did not care to know), stopped its flow. 
Scars he left -
new thorns on her stem that grew outward
from his cruel cut, 
but she'd go on. . . . 

Long time replanted now in solid refuge ground,
the strange blue rose
has gained self-understanding,
that one thing for himself (she imagines)
which the traveler she so briefly knew
has never found.


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Rose

She holds herself above the thorns of bitterness-
So sharp  and green with envy of her loveliness-
As she trembles in the chill of winter’s breath-
That stills the beating of her scarlet breast-
As  her petals fall like drops of blood 
Upon the snowy mantle white
As beautiful in death
As she was – my Rose - in life

~~~~~~

Author:  Elaine George
Awarded: First Place
Brian Strand's 1 to 8 contest


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The Blackberry and The Rose

The wild blackberry villain
Fell in love with my sweet rose.
I found them in the garden
All entangled in love's throes.

I took a hoe and hit him hard
With all the strength I had.
How could my hybrid beauty be
Seduced by such a cad?

I only meant to whack him down,
The sun got in my eyes.
My darling little blossom met
An early sad demise.

Now my rose lies motionless,
Betrayed by her wanton way,
Deserted by her false lover
Who led her far astray.

I know that coward's hiding
Beneath the sheltering ground,
Hiding, plotting, planning, scheming
Another to take down.

Dear one turn away that fraud,
Don't believe his selfish boast.
He will take you to his level and
Then thrive on your compost.

It is true that we are known
By the company we keep.
Consorting with a villain
Brings a price that's mighty steep.




For "Old Contest Entry" contest. 
 I entered this in Syed Amaan Ahmad free contest. 
 Any form any theme.  I got only an h
but I thought it one of my best poems.  So I'll try again.


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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.


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I Picked a Rose

In a lovely place paradisiacal, 
where the softest showers bring
blooms that open up their petals 
and then begin to sing
and shimmer in synchronization, 
with undulating hues,
vocalizing for their Maker their 
sweet melodious tunes. . . .
is where I saw you first, 
fair flower- among that radiant cluster,
echoing your praise 
with all the fervor you could muster.

You resided in a spot, 
slightly shaded. .. .on the border,
where ornamental shrubbery
 lent an immaculate order.
Not amidst the pansies 
or the other annual flowers
that glimmer for their time 
but need rest at pre-set hours.. . 
but there with the stalwart bushes, 
unobtrusive in your pose -
A simple classic beauty; 
for my guide, I picked a rose.

(For my mother, who is a very spiritual, faithful and modest
 woman and a very immaculate housekeeper as well!
I often wonder if I chose my mother before coming to earth!)



 


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The Pearl And White Rose

Oh mighty pearl of the ocean
Accompanying yourself with your own glow,
You didn't feel disheartened as you grew up alone
Under the surface,deep down below.

Oh mighty pearl of the ocean,
Let people judge you not by size.
Your value wasn't anytime hidden from this world,
Owning you is nothing less than a prize.

Oh dearest white rose of the land
Your appearance symbolizes peace.
You spread in the air fragrance of magic
That puts any enmity to ease.

Oh dearest white rose of the land, 
There is no doubt in being sure.
That you won't blacken by anything,
As you are ever so pure.

Oh pearl and white rose of the ocean and land,
Though you both are different it is true.
Both of you are significant and hope one day
I will be as special as you..


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Of Butterflies and Rose Bushes

Like butterflies are some I know,
Who passing, catch my eye.
They flit and flutter to and fro,
And then . . . Away they fly!

But I prefer the bush I see,
Upon which they alight
Because each year she offers me
A bright and sure delight.

The blossoms springing forth from her
Are of the sweetest hue,
A crimson red, my heart to stir,
My spirit to renew.

Winged beauties are to summer days
And pretty flowers drawn.
Despite their charming social ways,
By winter they’ll be gone.

My stalwart bush, through winds and rains,
From spring till winter's end,
Unlike the butterflies, remains,
And she is named "True Friend."


For P.D's(who is a friend to all)
for any old butterfly poem...... Poetry Contest
(I have at least five old butterfly poems and I hope
I chose one you like).


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The Beauty Of The Rose

The roses lie upon the ground
Their petals shriveled and dead
Where once they bloomed so tall and proud
They’re now decayed instead
Once they gave such pleasure
Their scent wafting in the air
Unparalleled they stood
In beauty beyond compare
Their haunting scent is gone now
The petals have faded away
Dropping softly to the ground
Unnoticed at the end of day

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
And that is really true
But too often the eye is unseeing
And vanity clouds our view
The flower that gave such beauty
That we loved to gaze upon
Is still to be revered
Although now faded and gone
Just as the face of a beautiful woman
Who’s weathered the ravages of time
Is remembered still for the pleasure she gave
When she was in her prime.

Copyright©2007 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reseerved)


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The Rose and the Butterfly

Oh plump pink rose from heaven
my tiny butterfly heart dances

How humble am I in this garden of delights
just to drink in your beauty!

In your presence I sigh and sit and
watch you in this June morning..

Open your virgin bud as pink as 
the blush on an angel's cheek

Your petals as soft as the kiss of evening
how sweet your fragrance - so intoxicating..

That I find it hard to balance on this leaf
as my heart grows giddy with your scent..

More enchanting than any nectar in heaven
I bow in your presence and pray to be noticed..

So I may sit near you and feel your softness
grant me a moment to alight 

So I may lie close to you and drink
in your loveliness

Before an angry breeze
tears you apart

And carries you away from me
scattered petals crying 

Floating far far away
with no trace of your existance..


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Black Rose

Petal by petal my black rose is dying. Weeping blood as it's stem turns brown. With 
its beauty forever gone and its heart not beating, it shall die. His leafs fall off and 
his last petal unclasps from him. Finally, he is left in complete silence as his last black 
petal falls to his feet. As for him, he falls to the ground, dead, as the last petal hits 
the ground.

-Kallie Mason


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An Undying Rose

A rose buds-
Reaches its arms
Out into the world.
They are felt,
They are given,
They are sold, 
They are picked, 
And they describe love.
It grows as petals do,
Fair, lovely, and bright,
Then wilt, but are not done...
They cry petals-
As they fall, 
The rose will recieve 
Special care 
Or be thrown.
The love that they had 
Is cherished
In a sweet scented potpourri,
To be kept forever.
I love you in this way.


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The Gentle Rose

This gentle rose, how sweet it seems,
The waters flow down quiet streams.
The soft winds blow, spread out with ease,
My smiling rose sways in the breeze.

She's small and simple, yet she grows,
She always shines, as any rose.
Her velvet touch, so soft like fleece,
Her freedom's never out for lease.

The stars that shine, the moon so round,
Her strong roots growing underground.
She's tender, though she's fierce inside,
Those feelings, now, are put aside.

Her heart still beats, she is alive,
Our feelings shared in her do strive.
She's always there, she cares for you,
And no one's love could be so true.

Thorns have roses, that may be,
Although her beauty's plain to see.
Strong and stiff, with petals cream,
Her character is most supreme.

Surrounding her the scenery
Is more than you think it to be.
Perfect posture, striking pose,
The life of plain and simple rose!


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"LOVES ROSE"

  In a dream I saw a lady,a precious little rose 
with soft blue eyes that sparkled and a smile so warm it glows
  In her I found the universe,complete with moon and stars
and all the rest of heaven,beyond the planet Mars
  Where I tasted pure sunlight,saw sounds I never heard
as I held onto a moonbeam,felt the meaning of a word
  I had a rainbow wrap around me as I held this tender rose
inside a starlight's twinkle,where love forever grows
  Then I knew my prayers were answered,when I saw you in the light
all I had ever dreamed about,stood there in flowing white
  As we soared across the universe,you sat my soul aflame
and from now until forever,I will never be the same
  I have never held such tenderness,felt a heart so warm and kind
the seed you planted in my soul,now blossoms in my mind!


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Oh, Morning Rose

Oh, morning rose,
So full of prose;
Greet the early sun with your pinkish cheeks;
As I see you glisten thru the day,
Happy and proud I am; 
And, when times come for you to write 
Your own cause, remember me, 
Your oldie prose, always, I’ll be.