The last rose of summer is rapidly fading on the vine.
'Twas once as brilliant as a splendid claret Bordeaux wine.
Alas, autumn frosts hath wrought their deadly sting.
Thankfully, another will bring me pleasure come next spring!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
A moon smiling shines one golden glow
Holds my attention from far below
Ring around a rose her pearly white face
Brings to mind a love one's embrace
Inside dreaming Heaven's opens door
keys the lips kissing explore
Faraway treasure star falling wishes grace
Exploding emotions increases the heart's pace
Winking goodnight sweet angel holds
Forever and always until the bells toll
Co.written couplets by Liam Mc Daid +Seamus and Maria Mc Laughlin
Diamonds smile in her solferino sky tonight.
Henna rose tendrils twine the trellis of her cheek,
lilacs twist and hiss in her hennaed hair,
snaking against the violet velvet backdrop of night.
Behind ecstasy-wide eyes her untold dreams
etch sinuous illusions on psychedelic soul screens.
She'll trip the fantasy light with him tonight,
dancing the razor edge of danger and delusion,
candyflip kisses clinging needily on her loved up lips.
Their iridescent amethyst laser light ride;
treading tracers, wading twilight's violet tide,
twining together in pulsing purple light.
An acid house glasshouse lavender love:
their forbidden hush-hush finger-to-lip love.
The single beam of her mind's strobe light on these nights
when a mauve mist envelops and enraptures her,
ambient trance chants entrancing her ear,
henna rose tendrils clinging damply to her cheek,
the tickle and pull of the dancefloor tormenting her feet.
Twisting and twirling in techno beat heat,
colours swirling, amping in lilac love-light,
whirling the purple heart party haze tonight.
I found a book from long before
And thought to read the book once more.
The pages, yellowed, slightly torn;
The book well-read, now bent and worn.
And as I turned each page with care
I found a rose was lying there--
The symbol of a love repressed,
A rose between the pages pressed.
And still the rose was bloody red
While uttering the words unsaid.
The rose said all there was to say
So I left it for another day,
And placed the novel in the den
Until the rose should speak again.
The discourse of a bloody rose--
The one I picked; the one I chose.
And even now that flower grows
And sows whatever seeds it sows.
Its the morning after the night before
As i leave my new wife, whom i lovingly adore
My orders came through, overseas i head
With my band of brothers, not knowing what's ahead
Married for days, whilst conflict takes him away
Holding sheets where we slept, my memory bouquet
At the bottom of our bed, there lies a virgin white rose
With a note beneath i am in momentary froze
I sit and stare as to what it might say
Knowing this is the day my love flies away
My darling Tinks i leave this white rose for you
Its pristine appearance describes my darling so true
It symbolises you, so innocent so pure
With your love in my heart, i will return i assure
Think of the day, from these distant lands from beyond
For the morning after the night before, we will respond
This virgin white rose, so bridal so pure
You and its safety i will secure, for you to return for our future
The day you come home, it shall lay on our bed
And we will continue our lives, as you have always said
I will go about my tomorrow's, thinking of you every day
And prey that this virgin white rose, never turns deathly grey
I am a red red rose
A beauty to behold
My texture captivates
My scent invigorates
Petals, a velvet red
Coverings for your bed
Leaves an emerald garb
That hide the hidden barb
Though thorns be on my stem
Touch me, ignoring them
Please, handle me with care
Dethorned, my beauty bare
I am a red red rose
Your passion for me grows
Rose water from me drips *
And wets your precious lips
I beautify your soul
My presence makes you whole
I am a red red rose
Eileen Manassian Ghali
PS...A different take on Robert Burns famous Poem, A Red Red Rose.
*By the way, rose water is used in many desserts in Lebanon. One of my favorites, Mouhalabieh, a white custard that is topped with syrup and pistachios, contains rose water. Yummy....Let your mind run riot with that one! :)
She's teased by autum's last smile
Her velvet petals unfold a short while
Inviting...one last chance to pause
Breathe in life, just because
I see there, my honeybees dance
Given this one glorious last chance
I share their joy as I touch
Smell the sweetness, I'll miss so very much
The west is now glowing red
Dark clouds, moving in overhead
Velvet snow petals begin to fall
Time for her to sleep after all......
everybody knows a dead beat dad
someone full of promises things yet to be had
everybody has a loser for a lover
what you see in them we have yet to discover
everybodys been put up and suddenly let down
and still you hold on to that imaginary clown
everybody feels what you felt and left
and you defend that dead beat unto the last breath
always believing the promise of the rose
is not just believing but knowing one knows
to some the promise of the rose is better than the rose
When speaking on flowers it’s true as can be
My wife is by far the most beautiful to me
She has the scent of both beauty and love
She is a beautiful Rose that I hold above
Like the Rose she burst of color and life
She is the single Rose my beautiful wife
I don’t know about flowers as you can see
But my wife is a beautiful Rose to me
For Brian's Contest
The shinning sun, who warmly glows,
Doth send his ray to court the rose.
And enamored with her velvet way,
He proffers her the gift of day.
Then adds a string of dawn and dew,
In tribute to her crimson hue.
Thus blushing in her lovely way,
The rose invites the sun to stay.
The sun then smiling, with a gleam,
Bestows to her a precious beam--
That she may wed, though from afar,
This charming and enchanted star.
I strolled along a garden path
as the sky threatened a thunderous wrath.
I knew I should run for shelter soon.
Our storms were often severe in June.
Lightning spit from an angry sky
and the gusty wind let out a cry.
My feet froze near a rose in bloom.
The roaring sky foretold of doom.
In despair, I reached for the darkest cloud
feeling it's rage, my soul wept out loud.
Wanting my sorrow to have a name
knowing the sky was feeling the same.
Lift me into the gale, I dared to ask.
Living in pain is a burdensome task.
Draw me through the rain, drench my heart,
cleanse me with the hope of a fresh start.
I screamed to the heavens, take me away,
where gray met with black, I wanted to stay.
Battered and bruised, hail pounded my skin.
Struggling for courage somewhere deep within,
I reached for the rose, wilted and torn,
the softest petal, the sharpest thorn.
I cried for the rose and I cried for me,
for the beauty that was and could never again be.
for the Rhyming Game contest (Joyce Johnson)
My hybrid beauty, Sutter's Gold
Your scent so sweet, your colors bold
There could not be a fairer rose.
Most perfect petals now are those.
Your leaves are green and fresh, unbitten.
You follow every rose rule written.
You are your perfect best today
With the rose show still three weeks away!
With the rose show still three weeks away
You are your perfect best today.
You follow every rose rule written,
Your leaves are green and fresh, unbitten.
Most perfect petals now are those.
There could not be a fairer rose.
Your scent so sweet, your colors bold,
My hybrid beauty, Sutter's Gold.
For Matt Caliri's " Write a Backwards Poem" Contest won 3rd place
Those rose petals
"My pen drips of sorrow and on this paper, I write each tear"
. He was my treasure,my pot of gold.
When he passed and it made my blood run cold.
They laid him to rest so we put him in the ground.
The rose petals in my hands I through them all around.
My heart was broken when they said he died.
His rose petal covered casket is why my eyes will never be dried.
Teresa Skyles 13-Aug-11
Entered in Constance La France~A Rambling Poet~"Just write"contest
A black bee on a red rose
sucking honey with its pose
flapping wings rest a while
sticking sting having smile
Yellow pollen tastes much
flies to next give buzz
night's food needs to pile
living days life style
For contest: Sponsored by Suz-D
My sister had her baby, just the other day.
She had her on the twenty seventh of May.
She has alot of hair, just like her dad.
She had the hiccups, that made her mad.
Her cheeks are soft, and chubby.
Her limbs are short, and stubby.
She has her daddys eyes, and her mothers nose.
Cute as a button, and they named her Mylah Rose.
By: Cherica Eckiwaudah
Red rose sitting there
Why are you so fair?
Is it because your petals so soft
Are held perfectly aloft
In the morning air
Making all take the dare
To come and see you
And to wipe off the dew
That you collect on satin leaves
From every long night’s breeze
Or is it because of your scent
That captures all without consent
And forces them to see
How sweet nature can be
All while only coming close
To the center of a red rose
Perhaps it is that crimson hue
Which colors viewers points of view
Rosy red with delight
That stays with them until the night
That your petals break away
And fall from their spiral array
Red rose sitting there
I know why you are fair
Petals soft, scents so sweet
Crimson hue, all come to meet
And bring my senses until combined
In lovely symphony inside my mind
That only plays when I propose
To look upon you, Red Rose
There Is But One True Color of A Rose
As everyone knows,
There is but one true color of a Rose,
It is the color which calls to action,
The one which causes ads to have “traction,”
The only hue that excites,
Yet paradoxically, invites,
The one that is all over at your birth,
The color of the most vital fluid on this Earth,
It is the color of gory Death,
Yet it signals blood that has gained oxygen from your breath,
It is the only “true” color of a Ferrari,
And that on the lips of every potential Mata Hari,
A color that cannot, here, be said,
The color, without which, you would be Dead!
Red/ for nette onclaud's Color My World/ by Rick Rucker
In every sun set and every rise.
Let no cloud dark your skies.
When the rose has withered upon it's last peddle,
I shall no longer mend or meddle.
When I shall not meet your eyes anymore
We will be what was before.
I will not be there to hold your hand,
Or guard behind you as you stand.
I will not be your soothing succor,
Or your sweet and subtle future.
Gather all of your fond memories.
Be me something that you once cherished,
And let my lasting words never perish.
Be me something you could never sever,
I shall go away forever.
Into the plains to lay my head,
Where I can lay my worries to rest.
In this place you'll find me not,
For it is a secret place I long have sought.
I do not know if we shall meet again,
So know that I will always love you until the end.
If you should find yourself at a loss,
Remember me for what I was.
When the rose has withered upon it's last pedal,
I shall no longer mend or meddle.
Love me if you can, like me if you may,
But the winds have come to take me away.
Please keep them safe, all of our memories
And remember me.
With life's new seed that I have safely tucked,
I now wish you the best of luck.
Night after night, she sits down and contemplates
In her mind she knows her loss, but still she sits and waits
He, her husband, another statistic he has become
Killed in a far away land, another soldiers blood has run
Day after day she's taken back, to moments they had shared
Carving their names on a tree, showing teenagers cared
Through green fields of pastures new, season after season
At fourteen years old they clicked, love was a reason
Whilst she paces their family home, his steps gone forever
Killed in a far away land, another life now severed
In her time their kids will be told, daddy's never coming home
For the angels have asked him to stay, just to let him roam
Memories of their pasts resonate within her mind
For she knows she'll find no other, for he was one of a kind
Outside the window where she stares, under many seasons skies
She sits down and contemplates, why the Rose always cries
Such smile so rare that fascinates me;
Bestowed in the angel, not so long, I've known.
Like a lightning that strikes in the middle of the day,
In my heart I, quickly, built a home of her own.
An angel I've known not from a friend or a dream,
Who has teased me so gently to put-off my heartaches and pains.
She just befell in my solitude as I try to rebirth.
And helped me forget the troubles and the things that I hate.
How I love to hold her and offer her a throne
For to me she is regal and deserves to be crowned.
Before I could do it she has transformed to a form,
The angel is now a flower before the break of the dawn.
Behold! A contest erupts among the bees in the field,
To hover upon this new flower the sunrise revealed.
I could only sigh to the heavens to send a rare summer rain
To nourish and sustain this lonely rose called Lene.
Time & Date Written:
10:04pm - 10:33pm,
February 17, 2008
Dedicated to: A.T. whom I had the chance to chat in the net
when I was in Phnom Phen, Cambodia. The poem is written just
for you, my special friend, whether we've only known each
other through the net or by subconscious circumstances.
And when age wrinkles your lovely face, you can always claim
that once upon a time an obscure poet had purposely written a
poem just for you.
It was a one-time conversation(February 10, 2008) but her story
struck me to the bones that I vowed responsibility to protect her,
anyhow, if ever I will have the chance to meet her personally.
The above poem is written on imaginary impression of her that
if she ever deferred her dark plans and have the chance to remember me,
and read what I wrote, she will know that to me or perhaps to other
people she is special, desirable, and deserving of a happy life too.
The purity of my gentle touch is like a wild rose.
Beauty, so intense, as the love for our love grows.
The petals soft and fragrant, deeply and richly appealing.
Blossoming fully, ready to harvest, passionate trust and healing.
My wild rose may have thorns, so take care as you pluck.
For you to find a rose like this required not only skill but luck.
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___
A single blood red rose
out to my lover it goes
A symbol to show my love
is as white as a dove
out this single rose will go
please accept and don't say no
Taking time smelling with your noses Thinking Before you lie in a bed a roses You better respect the thorns With these two a rose was born Some complain a rosebush has thorns Grasped with haste and you may be torn Or rejoice a thorn bush has roses Admire the beauty in which the thorny poses You knew when you began to pick Handle with care lest you get pricked A young gardener has a red thumb An older gardener rejoicing he has none
In a bed of roses.
I felt the sweetest touch,
The coolness of its petals,
The thickness of its thorns.
In a bath of roses.
The warmth of the water,
the scent of its face,
the popping of the bubbles,
the way it moves with me.
In a room full of roses.
I feel the love in the air,
I see their redness everywhere,
Happiness and fondness through me,
its just a special place to me.
With all these beautiful roses.
I know that I'm loved.
I will keep this moment in my heart,
Something so tender to me,
Hope we'll never fall apart.
betwixt the circuitous cocoon of rose hips wrestles a world of unfathomable infamy
induced by light and shadow murmur influences ridicules scent.
conscripted into nature's loggerhead shrike chirp by forces unknown
influenced by the pestilence of greeds monkey see monkey do, ovary retards.
up from the grave of the anchor root rises the sun of expansion
cleansing the cane to shoulder its crown watching bud eye fornicate.
obliging the filament petition to pullulate the wind bats its lash
awakening the anther to feed its feeder roots.
efflorescent anatomy of stamen and pistil captivate beauties awe
apathy will bloom its withered rose until perceived with the nose!
I took a single long-stemmed rose to one I loved so dear.
I laid it at the headstone and quietly shed a tear.
A flood of memories filled my soul, the tears began to fall,
Then through the gentle summer breeze I heard a familiar call.
It sounded like a voice I hadn't heard in oh, so long.
The voice of my dear Mother, sweeter than the angels' song.
"My darling daughter, dry your eyes," she whispered in the wind.
"Your pain is temporary. Someday we'll meet again.
I'll be standing there with Jesus as you cross the great divide,
And together we will wait for you and welcome you inside.
We'll stroll down Heaven's golden streets, walking hand-in-hand,
Just me and you and Jesus as we tour the Promised Land.
You can't even imagine the beauty that awaits.
I cannot wait to see the joy as it overcomes your face.
I appreciate the rose you brought to symbolize your love.
But I must leave it here below. We have plenty up above.
So take it with you when you go, and remember what I've spoken.
And try to smile when you think of me, don't let your heart be broken.
Remember all the good times, and the times that are yet to be.
You know I love you with all my heart, and I know that you love me."
As quickly as it had begun, the wind faded away.
Her voice was gone and so I turned to where the red rose lay.
I blinked in total disbelief. I rubbed my tear-streaked eyes.
There in the place of the single rose was an incredible surprise.
A dozen long-stemmed roses were scattered in its place
I gathered them up quickly, as a smile came to my face.
I took a single long-stemmed rose, and she sent down eleven.
I never will forget the day that roses came from Heaven.
The ramblings of a yellow rose,
What are they, do you suppose?
And is there any sense in prose,
When written by a rambling rose?
And does it have a single purpose,
Or is such stuff as this simply surplice?
And if we were to juxtapose,
With artwork of a deep red rose,
Would it be that yellow prose,
Simply failed to keep its pose?
And tumbling down to fall apart,
Are ramblings written of yellow's heart.
A yellow heart that nearly froze,
Just because the artist chose,
To base his work on redder rose,
While creating lovers prose.
While yellow must suffice to spend,
His imaginary to represent a friend,
And much as this he could pretend,
He’d rather it not start a trend.
For rambling on, like a rose,
His thoughts follow where a lover goes,
And impatiently he tos and fros,
And through him yellow always shows.
So, in the dimming of the day,
As the artist puts his pen away,
Sometimes young lovers loose their way,
And with their loved ones cannot stay.
With yellow creeping into mind,
Love's ideals are left behind.
So what's the point of yellow prose?
Does it have one, do you suppose?
And when supposition comes to a close,
Would you trust a yellow rose?
True love will grow.
Like the bud of a rose.
Careful with the stem.
The thorn will sting you in the end.
Your love will always sing.
When the rose starts opening.
Open in full bloom.
Souls do reach the moon.
When the flower starts to die.
Please don’t start to cry.
Because nothing last forever.
Except for true love in our heart-
“The Marriage Rose”
The marriage rose grows without any strain
It has seen joy in its blooms but also has seen pain
The beautiful bloom also has its thorn
And without hesitation a brand new bud is born
One bloom dies and another bloom grows
It’s a beautiful process and through eternity flows
Its pedals are soft and the fragrance is sweet
With the passion of time they fall calmly to our feet
Bewildered I give one to my new soul mate
The universe guides us to a new loving fate
Given through love that will never ever die
Love has its joy but will also make us cry
Now I only see blooms and the thorns are no more
With a love that blesses me right down to my core
And this is the question I most humbly pose
Will everyone see the beauty of a joyous Marriage Rose?