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Roses Roses Roses

                                In all her glory, dawn has burst forth,
                          With a slight glow of early morning brightness 
                          I sit in the bower, listening to birds in concert 
                             And admire wonderful, Rosebuds unfold,  
                                    Revealing a beautiful red rose
                      With a precision wisp of light prancing around them 
                         Emitting a velvety feeling, so tempting to touch 
                                      Long green stems, prickles,
                              Full of scallop trim leaflets all in green,
                                         With brown thin veins 
                                    Around the red velvet leaves, 
                                   Music playing on cool fresh air 
                           Coursing through the whispering leaves 
                       Sweet aroma of moist dew and rose perfumes 
                                   Floating gently on the breeze  
                    Gives me an intense curiosity to embrace the rose
                                  Just the sight of the red roses
                                        Reminds me to breath
By: Eve Roper 12/17/2014
Contest: Roses Roses Roses 
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose

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The Flower -part one-

“A Flowers Wilt”	

Witness the small existence 
that abides the beauty of-----------
Freelancers all around,
Just to get a good look.

A baneful abrasion, the flower took
It captivates you -------------
Reels you, steals from you, 
Until you pick the right flawless touch.

Dandelions swaying thin,
Here we fall like petals.
Ready to exploit, the beauty of-------
Inhale the fragrance,

Courtyard azure eyes, 
Embarking in a wishful eternity,
A crush they become, when loveliness up and left. 
A bully against arrogant, threw feminine perfumed veils
Tulips waiting for the better auspicious’ sky
Asters claims the eclipse's,
-dinginess censors it from the brilliance of the sun.
A lonely rose
In My Helix World-
The out-and-out are born.
Cries in the dimness, 
A sweet Lotus echo’ 
Slight yelps of agony, carried off by pollen breeze.
The earth revolves to fast,
Injections of herbal essence in the wind
For a split second, we feel pixie dust
Channel the essential, it fades
Earlier beauty, calmness-
A flourish smile,
Rusk of flower, a bluebird’s bread.

Like candles and dew, they stream and limber energy
Opposing others of its humanity, 
Against the command of its importance,
Pierced by its own elegance,
Thriving slowly of its own will, 
A short story, gone stray!
Tonight, we plant a tree, 

The Flower wilts
The gardener cries


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Rose Colored Glass

He sees the rose in her cheeks
She sees the wrinkles of time in her mirror

He sees the long, flowing brunette of her shining hair
She sees wisps of grey, dull hair that she can't manage

He sees shine and twinkle in her blue eyes
She sees her reflection through corrective lenses

He holds the soft, smooth hand that wears a gold band
She feels him squeeze her weathered, gnarled hand

He sees her running through the garden to greet him
She feels the pain, as she walks with her cane to meet him

He sees the girl he met and loved at seventeen
She sees the love of her life

He sees through rose colored glasses
She adores him

Dedicated to my grandparents
Contest Entry, 'Love Me Tender' sponsored by Miss Kristin Reynolds

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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

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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

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Oh sweet rose

Beautiful rose
covered in 
your petal finery
sweet silken
satin soft feelings
singing in praise
touching deeply inside

Gentle heart 
of sweetness
tenderness flows
from your sweet
scenting aroma
floats inside 
the scent

Heavenly emotions
enchanting beauty
looking amazing
red in passion
hot soft whispering 
pink blushing
orange warm
as the sun beams glow

Dressed in white
you crown angels
petals softly 
Whispers flow
on scented air
words inside 
I love you

Kissing and hugging
my love deeply darling
surrendering to you
without doubt
purest rose

I trust 
from the petals
into my heart
a crowning jewel
you are queen
amongst flowers 
amazingly baby

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Women are roses:  
God’s embodiment of beauty
In a plethora of dazzling colors
The soul of man captivate 

All roses,
Endowed with a mystic aroma are
Only the initiates to scent are able
For that reason, divinity,  
Wishing, His finest of creations to 
Armed guards all around them
Has placed:
The vigilant sharp thorns,
To keep the profane  


© Demetrios Trifiatis
 25 SEPTEMBER 2014    

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Enchanting Roses

Enchanting Roses
Shower me with regal roses, All varieties, colors, and sizes, Red, orange, yellow, white, pink, Old, modern, miniature, or hybrid… Roses
Gently seducing my senses, Alluring natural perfume, Wake me up in the morning With soft caresses of silky petals… Roses
Captivate my mind and emotions, Soothe my aching heart, And delight my yearning soul, Purest of beauties… Roses
Lovely enchantress, Nature’s pride, Font of love and romance, Inspiring artists, lovers, and poets, Eternally exquisite… Roses

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One rose budding 
all silken wrapped 
in soft pink 
petal feelings 
parting emotions 

Her heart blushing 
red crimson passion 
intensity grows 
beating love starts 
slave of desire 

Flying on wings 
rising tension 
excitement landing 
on nectar 
tasting sweet mead 

Desiring royal jelly 
queened goddess 
beautiful honey 
you bloom so sweet 
wearing the heart's core 
embraced in love

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A Rose

A red rose whispers of enchantment And the white rose reveals the depth of love O, the red rose is like that of a falcon, And the white rose is symbolic of the dove. But I send you a cream-white rosebud With a flush on its petal tips; For our love that is purest and sweetest Has a kiss of desire on our lips.

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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

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Time Means Nothing When You Love

you can love 
in a just a single moment 
so deeply 
that the loss 
is felt for a lifetime 

it doesn't take time 
to form love's bond 
sometimes it is immediate 
a connection of heart and soul 
that defies logic or explanation

these thoughts crowd the mind 
as flowers she lays 
among her memories 
silently filling 
petals with tears 

for blue eyes now closed 
forever gleam brilliantly 
smiles given so eagerly
with tiny lips of kisses 
still hold her heart captive 

so she lays a white rose 
for every day 
that her little girl
blessed her with her presence 
and one red bleeding rose 
to represent the pain of her loss 

for even in the agony, 
the joy far outweighed the pain

time means nothing when you love 

the gift is to love at all...

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The loss of the rose

The rose has been raped of her beauty 
Stolen by hordes of dreary lines
And to be leached further still 
Until nothing remains of her   
But yellowing birthday cards 
And sugar-free quotes, in italics 
Like a rose is like nothing at all 

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My Favorite Devonshire

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

I can't believe the wonderful contest idea I have been missing out on since I took my brief break from Soup this past weekend. I came back to find many posts of Carolyn Devonshire's most amazing work. And so it was my goal tonight before logging off, to look through my list of favorites and see which one I would choose to showcase. 

Well, there were at least five of her poems that I just loved: "A Forgotten Box," the senryu set "Candlelight Passion," an adorable personification of flowers called "Flower Prom," the profound poem of imagination called "Unicorn," and last but not least, the one shown above here, "Winter's Rose." I decided on this one because earlier today in talking with Carolyn, she expressed to me that "Winter's Rose" happened to be one of her personal favorites. I was so pleased to discover that it was also one I had chosen to put into MY favorites list about a month ago! 

"Winter's Rose" is a poet's look into her own soul. And she uses metaphors of the seasons, something I personally enjoy doing in my own poetry. I love when Carolyn writes this way and I agree with her, this is one of her very best free verse poems ever! I hope Carolyn will continue with her restless spirit well into the deepest of winters. She is an awesome friend and poet! (Carolyn, may your memories be happy ones always. And know that you have many friends here rooting for you. Luv, Andrea )

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Image if one will, a field where paper roses grow,
Each color an emotion, it's variations symbolic to 
Feeling felt, and yet expressed.
Compositions of love letters, shaped into delicate
Blossoms, growing or dieing within the fragile human
A unique species of floral design, enchanting the
Raw essences of it's creator, with a mystical fragrance
All it's own.
Passions spice crimson red, romantic sensuality
 A white splicing with reds undertow.
Blues calming peaceful shades of hew, 
and a navy's hardened edge exposing devotions 
Everlasting love in beauty's open petals of the divine.
A golden sunflower opens wide, a visions friendship flower,
Seeds cast to the fertile soil beneath the kindred of humanity.
Compassion's evergreen bouquet, 
So many multitudes of description,
It is impossible to describe all,
 For change is the one constant rhythm
Of life itself.
Death's black rose, a crumbling love letter that melts away,
A disintegration of thoughts emotion unto the river of dust.
Not completely forgotten, 
Living only by memory's remembrances,
Of past echoes, 
Left alive in shadows contrasting shades faded by time.
Fragile is the human heart, made of crystal glass, 
Shattering easily to the touch, if handled to roughly.
But even more delicate are the emotions held within, 
A prism of reflections.
It's light leads to the inner garden of the spiritual soul, 
Where the paper roses do grow.
Imaginations field of wonders, thoughts glorious
Bouquet of possibilities to draw from.
A limitless expressive well, for the poet's ink pen,
Lightly dripped onto the empty page of white, 
To write upon, vivid are these roses to the poetic heart.


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white rose

You are the fairest
within the heart beauty 
Mirror, mirror 
Amazingly gorgeous 
White rose 

Most beautiful 
satin soft petals 
 from the heart outwards, 
crown on heavenly beauty 

Sweetest aroma 
drifting on air 
Upon scent 
Prettiest of all flowers 
In thorns 
played the part 

Deep inside 
Invites from colour 
The softest kiss 
Upon light of day 

Mirror ,mirror 
so sweetly 
in the rising sun 
upon morning dew 
Beautiful you

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The Salted Leaf

Crystal sapphirine salted leaf,
The forlorn friend of aqua rose.
Memories of ages, only the leaf knows.
Bright blue tears of eternal grief.
The wedding bands confirm our love.
Passion, ardent affection for life.
I and Lenore forever my wife,
Beautiful as a pure white dove.
The eye of the rose reflects all,
You see the past in a single glance.
The aqua rose: Lenore, did me enhance.
Away she flew, to kingdom hall.
Why? Did she die; I do not know.
Answers in the blue crystal salt,
Sapphirine leaf will sorrow halt.
I eat the leaf for status quo,
My heartbeat quickens, then a smile.
Lenore, my wife doth call me hither.
Aqua rose begins to wither.
The saga must continue.

HGarvey Daniel Esquire

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love's rose

Of all flowers 
you stand out 
most beautiful 
an opening rosebud 
sweet fresh 
in blooming white
within emotions dew 

Priceless feelings 
falling kisses 
softy from 
the center out 
tasting happiness 
in sweet 
scenting petals 
one lady 
of dreams 

Fingers gliding gently 
softly touching satin 
over such a gem 
desiring deeply 
treasured love 
who touched 
the heart inside 
so many times 

To live forever 
is living love 
my beloved 
this deep longing 
assails me 
holding you 
in the heart 
one treasured soul 
that special lady 
a dream rose

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Dead Man's Blood

Dead man's blood,
that rose again.
My salvation
to this life I've lived.

No one sees my heart,
true and whole,
see the blood on my hands,
this knowledge I know.

Without this faith
I would just die over and over again,
drowning in a pool 
of these unholy sins.

It is dead man's blood,
that rose again,
that pours over me,
and cleanses these hands.

No one sees my scars,
self-inflicted by my soul,
cutting my skin,
burning me whole.

And with out this faith
these scars would never heal,
blood would continually run
down this vessel I am in.

It is a dead man's blood,
that rose again,
that searches in my soul 
and makes me whole again.

This dead man weeps,
walks by my side,
reminds me every day,
that he is truly alive.

He holds me tight in the dark,
shines the holiest of lights,
keeps me warm in winter,
and covers me in the darkest night.

It is a dead man's blood,
that miraculously rose again,
that has proven to me,
that he is the true Prince.

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alone lips cold
awaiting warm softness
in shades of blue
a warmth
within emotion
happiness falls
on a dream

as the blood 
flows red
one rose
blooms out softly
in petal
soft feelings
gently rains
touching softly
the cheeks

a wind whispers
kissing the moon face
in shadows
of silver light
upon clouds
following dreams
emotions roll
within one soul

love i see you
rising morning
warmly dressed
covered in
the dew 
of morn
touching underneath
one's eyes

alone one soul
kissing upon 
the heart
of a rose
yet to bloom
crowning soft petals
love an emotion
sings out
still remains
lighting beautiful

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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

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Fields of the Black Rose

Flowing fields of black 
Roses the hue of night 
Dark meadow take me home 
Relieve me of my fright 
And take me back. 
Blackened fields of ashy rose 
Take me to my home 
Where I'll never see the sun again 
Where I'll never hate 
And never bend 
Where we only see in shades of gray 
Where summer sun has shone its last 
And November wind is here to stay. 
Where I can go forget my past 
And never have to pay 
For the things I've done. 
Blackened fields of ashy rose 
Take me to your home 
Where we all see in shades of gray 
And I can rest in the coldly blowing wind. 
Forget my face forget my name 
Forget my form forget my sin 
Let me stay and waste away 
Please won't you take me in?

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And filled with stars and the land
A pale gentle hand turned the hourglass 
Of my soul

Stalking the alabaster moon 
I rejoined once more
Those who follow the dream

Cutting through crests 
Time the scythe of a barque
Treads a song of brothers to sisters of paradise

The prow our ship a searching 
Arch-ed carrying the whispered will 
Of wishings an ambition to our hearts

Pursuing the alchemy of the moon 
Leaping from the shoals 
A single white rose this beacon to follow 

The mariners we of her phantasmal
Blown by the hunger in blood and breath
Drifting in the calm thunder tethered to a single kiss

Full of stars and the land 
A pale gentle hand turns the hourglass 
Of my soul 

The ghost in our throats calling
Seducing answers to the lamplet
Painted faces of splendour in her horizons distant 

She softly sings us closer 
Passage through the veils 
Drawing on this our meandering ark

An endless ribbon of red flows behind 
The vein of each passing quest
As this ship awash the glinting semblance of her face

I have chosen like my brothers, my sisters; to be the seafarer 
To search her shadow
Pursue the alabaster moon

Her pale gentle hand 
Filled with stars and the land 
Turns the hourglass of my soul

Isis the light and by Dianna named
Magdalena’s rose of mystery proclaimed 
The witchcraft of the feminine

Thus the sail-ed cutter of waves and dreams
Billowed on clouds

The diamond sea we gather
Compass point to reflection
The full moon risen alabaster 

Her pale gentle hand 
Filled with stars and the land 
Turned the hourglass of my soul

(Acciaccatura; An ornament note that is one half step or one whole step below a principal
note and is sounded at the same time as the principal note, adding dissonance to a
harmony. a note in a music deliberately played out of key )

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My Rose of Sharon

Rose of Sharon;
Sweet suitor, Holy wind;
come blow upon my heart;

My heart has drifted
let your fragrance flow again
Let us sip together the pure wine;
that I may feel again your tender embrace
that I might be forever at your side;
still my hearts cry; my longing.

My Loves pain;
the thorns, the scars

Loves perfect gift!
Sweet fragrant Rose of Sharon:
Perfect Love,
written with loves pure heart,
on fleshy tables of my heart.

Your heart that bled
Love that cried,
My Love never to deny;
A Love that waits.... for me!

My beloved stands without;
Arise my heart I say
unlock the door,
Open, see,
the blood stains
on the door

Let Your Blood
wash away 
my sins of youth,
loves exacting toll;
her fragrant petals
her bed of thorns.

I am washed my beloved;
Clean, white, like the milk
that flows down mountainside
like a herd of sheep on Gilead.
My heart skips like a lamb
in springtime on fields of green;

Nourished and loved
nurtured forever at Your side;
My father, my Mother;
My Savior, My Lord,
My King, Holy Suitor,
Your Bloom, Your fragrance;

My sweet Rose Of Sharon. 

                                                           Brenda V Northeast 18/April/05

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The Flower Girl

The flower girl carefully placed the yellow rose petals

Covering the floor before her each step down the aisle

Now satisfied and smiling, she looked like an angel

There standing awaiting the bride

The yellow rose carpet was perfect and perfumed

She had performed her job with great pride

The bridal march rang, her little heart raced

Now here she was coming her way

Each step was placed onto petals she'd lain

The long beautiful train laying there on the floor

Carried the lovely yellow petals away

Capturing them as though they were keeping them all

For just this one special stroll, to adore

The flower girl smiled and dreamed a dream

They would re-appear on her wedding day

©Donna Jones

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Roses, Roses and Roses

The rose knows not which way to go What to see, where to see and how. It knows not who to love, so loves all. Scared of change, so changes soon. To appreciate someone’s gratitude, Dark Pink roses will go a long way. To show admiration and sympathy, Light Pink roses, the best to convey. To promote the new relationship, Orange roses will serve to captivate If you succeed to attract that person, Offer one red rose for love at first sight. And if you think you have met the right one, Offer two red roses to strengthen it. Hey, Hey, go for the three red roses, To cement for the everlasting love. But remember lovely is the flower rose Despite the thorns that prick just as life That too have thorns that stick But pick it up, get hurt but also gain.
+++ December 18, 2014 Form: Free Verse Second Place win Contest by Mystic Rose

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Holding always warm

Dazzling golden beams 
star spangling 
when I look into your eyes
dreams enchanting magic 
Sparkling treasure gems 
through sun smiling thoughts 
Warm rays in her deep fingers 
one touching light beaming 
In your smile stands out 
A rose blossoms heart of this soul
flowers so hot amazing beautiful 
blooming embracing light 
as your angel rays dances 
outside this world with the heart
in each beat that pounds loving you 

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On meeting most beautiful

On meeting most beautiful 
adoring maiden kisses in thoughts
Deeply inhaling one warm 
breath a sip off the finest old grog
auld mountain dew breathing pure
Golden leaves sweetly float dancing twirl
Shining inside vision sweet
walking hand in hand on golden sands
waves unfold a carpet blue 
to white ebbing thoughts pure crashing love
Against the deepest walls warm
soft light silent echoes whisper true 
sweetly melting emotions 
Brewing kisses clouds peach fading out
to shades of grey tuning kiss
Silver treasuring thoughts I love you
peachy beautiful dream gem
dancing petal flowers one red rose
I have visions of you dancing in my
dreams as I sleep most wonderfully
on soft clouds in the azure sky
At times I gaze skyward on days
bright and beautiful seeing your
face in the sky and feeling always
your most wonderful presence
like texture and scent of most 
sensual red rose petals gently
landing on the sweet dew ground
On meeting you most beautiful
maiden my thoughts always turn
most instantly to love and happiness
with my emotions and my soul on
fire in storms of unbridled passion and
pleasure I can only say I love you
forever and forever 

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Free Verse Poem
November 13, 2014

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Two Hearts full of Love

I am a heart full of love
that shook the pilars that held her colussium up
her heart filled with sorrow,
I swing such fury toward her heart and soul
she cowards away from me,
in fear of falling in love and not knowing what is in black
and not searching what is in the light of pure white.

I am a heart full of love,
she runs and takes the long dirt road,
through the raging mountains of the quiet countryside,
as the meadows of lilacs slowly die when Spring comes,
the blooming of the rose,
like the blooming of my heart,
a blossom on a cherry tree fall and harbour in the wintertime.
I swing toward her, she falls in fear of wanting attention and love.
Lost in the midnight twilight,
the flaming torch guides her through the dark holes of meaningless souls.
and like a frightened hummingbird,
she flees away from the secrets of falling in love.

A heart full of love ready to love,
it is diffcult to feel and to show,
but as if a rose that blooms in Springtime
my love is ready to bloom.

Pettles lay along a darkened atmosphere
lit up only with four wax candles
a portrait of a woman hung over a mantel piece
in honour of my one true love.

As the twilight shine though my bedroom window,
I show a heart full of love,
to take and to hold for eternity.

And as she slowly moves forward,
she takes me home with her,
and opens her chest and shows me her heart
with a glass of red wine and charming cigarette.
She sheads tears of pain and sorrow on my broud shoulder,
I curise her hair, silk laced hair,
shining against the twilight and the moonlit sky.

My heart full of love,
so divine, so original
a one of a kind.

We make love in the midst of the twilight,
as my dream girl is now reality and my pain is no more,
her pain is no more.
Too show such love makes a man feel free
and his soul lighter.
She holds him there,
as the sun rises over the mountains.
The birds sing a tune of cheerfulness,
and they talk about everything beautiful and kind,
that is still left in this cruel and empty hearted world.

Romance and love shared
with a heart full of love,
smile and kiss upon smooth lips,
feel me against your tight body,
and love me till the morning
when Blue eyed Death is staring us in the face.
and we go with him,
and play a game of risk,
and together forever,
onto a diffrent world
we shall love each other forever,
for you and I both have a heart full of love.

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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

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Dewdrops Shine

Darling you honey are a picture
goddess posing inside beholding 
Kisses blushing lips pure magic
Sweetest music plays in a song babe
blossoming rose living memory
hair falling down great Niagra falls 
silk fine satin, down sweetly, softly
Caressing jewels touching deep shines
Dark mysterious beauteous lips 
ruby blushing red inside desires 
Warmly with never ending feelings 
within the softest emotions smile
everything about you darling sings

Honey draws for me a picture sun 
rising love sure shines true beautiful
Pure in the west your the sun's dewdrops
crystal clear whom rises so many 
smiles how I see you in the heart flies

9 syllable count dreaming in the clouds

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A Letter To My Love

I am writing you a letter, dearest,
Because if I were to say what is in my heart,
I would be struck dumb by your beauty.
I write this to tell you that I love you.
I love you more than my own life,
And I always have,
Ever since I first met you, those many years ago.
I love your smile and how joyful you always are.
I also love to hear you sing.
Your voice is the prettiest voice I ever heard,
And you are the prettiest girl I ever met.
I love you for who you are.
You are always so thoughtful and caring,
Helping people, giving them a smile 
And word of encouragement or praise.
I have yet to meet a person
Who does not like you and say nice things about you.
And of course I admire your faith.
How you are always singing your favourite songs from church,
Or offering to pray for someone who is downtrodden or sick.
You have a beautiful heart; I am sure God hears you.
P.S. The florist ran out of pink roses,
(I wonder why :) so I am sending you some red ones.
All my love, all my laughter, all my heart... Yours forever.

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My Kentucky in autumn

My Kentucky in Fall
Peaceful country roads winding through meadows and hills,
and golden rays kiss purple asters, tall ironweed and abundant goldenrod.
Gorgeous colors are greeting me despite the warning that drought 
would hold them back this year.
Glowing yellows, warm reds and burning orange leaves are clinging
to the heavy branches, limbs swaying in the autumn breeze.
Fallen leaves dance to the music of the currents,
poison ivy vines wrap the stately maple in crimson.

Damp snapping turtles sun themselves on a rock in the creek,
while further up a blue heron is standing silently, watching the 
slow flowing water, until he is ready to strike.

Our majestic Ohio river reflects the cloudless, azure sky 
while bordered by densely covered cliffs that are 
decked in their autumn finest.
Profusely blooming red cardinal vines cling to the rocky ledges
are kissed by happily buzzing bees and bouncing butterflies.

Pumpkins, ghosts and witches decorate porches and front doors,
gray barns are brimming with hay, tobacco and corn, 
contently harboring their bounty.
Acorns, black walnuts and hickory nuts are plentiful, yet squirrels
do not seem in a hurry to bring in their winter supply.

Smiling, waving hikers are climbing the autumn scented hills 
to Tioga Falls, and Virginia Creeper vines show pleasing colors 
along the old Rail Road Bridge.
On the side of the road the lush cedars have developed 
their silver-blue berries,
and wild rose bushes are displaying their red rose hips.
Autumn has come to my Kentucky.

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The Red Rose

amongst the trellis
woven in green
thorny vines
a splash of crimson
peeks through
is this delicate rose
a symbol of love?
incipient desire
begins to flourish
within the depths of lust
allured by touch
velvet skin blushes red
through gentle stokes
passion drops 
beads of moisture
beneath soft folds
a quenched thirst
through ecstasy 
then blossoms full
yet love's thorns
can pierce the heart
bleed it dry
until it withers
and dies
or becomes
hard pressed
in mind's book
as it fades to black...

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A Rose For Me

A Rose For Me I don't want one, or two dozen roses. Just one rose would mean so much to me. One rose that I could hold close to my heart. Why would I want a truck load when I have already left this world. I want to enjoy the tenderness and fragrance. now that I'm still here. A rose for me, that's all I want. A rose that tells me that you care. A rose that comes from you to me...
08/25/2014 By Lucilla M. Carrillo

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A Yellow Rose

A young fallen dishearten

father slowly plucked the

yellow rose from off

the bush to take to

his young son's grave,

to morn each day

for this young child

that was taken from

him so early, is more

than this man can take

only thing that keeps

him going is someday

they will meet again

up there in glory land,

until then he will place

a yellow rose on

this lonely grave

each day, until

the roses are all


Written 6-30-11

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Oh, how I would love that, starting today, you would become my skin
So that I could take you places where I have never been.
We would ride from rose to rose, our souls floating in the wind,
And when the time to rest comes, I would lie on your chest,
And we would meet again underneath this same strange sky.

And through a long, long kiss,
A kiss as long as your body,
I would realize that not even a dream
Could have been more tender.

Oh, how I would love to be perfumed by your breath,
And to know that there will be no parting,
That parting that makes us leave each other at a certain time,
Since people think that Love requires a moon
To allow its honey to run freely through our hearts.

And through a long, long kiss,
A kiss as long as your body,
I would realize that not even a dream
Could have been more tender.

Oh, how I would love to turn you into my guitar,
So I could hug you freely and make my poem out of you
And have your loving words become the caresses of my night,
So that the breaking dawn would compete against our light.

And through a long, long kiss,
A kiss as long as your body,
I would realize that it’s no dream,
And I would tell you that I love you.

© Karina Galvez

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Don't Forget to Bow

There is a subway with
adrenaline rails
leading to euphoria's

Larvae ascend from their pit,
Monarchs from mouth,
re-nectaring withered roses.

Energy recycles its
roses bud,
petals fall,
stems chase sun.

The shadow whispers
for rose to turnaround
& see itself
open up full blossom.

Vocal delivery before and after-
adrenaline rails leading to
euphoria's threshold,
energy's transference
Don't forget to bow!

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Yellow Rose

Yellow Rose In Texas she was born and her parents named her Rose. She loved to dress in yellow. She wanted to look good for her fellow. A yellow rose she always wore on her hair. Everywhere she would go, people would say - here comes Yellow Rose. She lived up to her name. She was beautiful, she was young and in Texas she was born. A beautiful flower in Texas, by the name of Yellow Rose...
02/20/2013 Written By Lucilla M. Carrillo. Note: For the ones that don't know. The Yellow Rose is the flower of our state.

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My Rose

My rose, while growing in a garden not my own, is mine all the same
Do not my eyes smile at her beauty and lose themselves in her scent?
Do not my fingers tremble with anticipation just to touch her silky skin?
While there may be pain when I hold her in my strong embrace
It compares not to the loss I feel when at last her I release
Others may measure her beauty and pen such odes to last in infamy
Yet words can never paint her essence, or do poetic justice to her true loveliness
My Rose, my perfect one will grow always in my heart for it is, and will remain her own.

~Christopher Thor Britt

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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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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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A little nasty bee

A little nasty bee flew  
past the yellow hill – 
fast as running deer 
hunting a Rose tree. 

Dew drops from her sting – 
trembled the butterflies,
wings flapping fretfully – 
scorn was in the air tonight. 

“Ah, rose, do you whimper?
So lonely and beautiful – 
waiting for a hand 
bypassing your thorns?

The wind took your aroma far –
the hive where I live is nearby 
and like an armored knight 
they will swarm undaunted.

I could settle and swing - 
the Jasmine in the valley
are blossoming too early  - 
my last spring, honey. 

Now, I must bid farewell –
fear not, your Ripper 
is coming, eager and tender –
loving you much so.”

And then went the bee 
leaving the frail rose behind – 
watched by  an grey raven 
flying past the moonlight.

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Rose Colored Glass

He sees the rose in her cheeks
  She sees the wrinkles of time in her mirror

He sees the long, flowing brunette of her shining hair
  She sees the wisps of grey, dull hair that she cannot manage

He sees the shine and twinkle in her soft blue eyes
  She sees her reflection through corrective lenses

He sees her running through the garden to greet him
  She feels the pain, as she walks with her cane to meet him

He holds the soft, smooth hand that wears a simple golden band
  She feels him squeeze her weathered, gnarled, vein ridden hand

He sees the girl he met and loved at seventeen
  She sees the love of her life

He sees through rose colored glasses
  She adores him

Dedicated to my grandparents 

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My Love Intended

My love intended for the girl of my dreams,
she walks from side to side,
not knowing that I walk alone.

She is beautiful than any other thing in this simple world,
everything around her shakes and trembles
as she walks on by without a spare of a passing glance.

The wine is drunk
the last cigarette smoked,
the pain of heartache gone away.

It feels good to see her go my way,
to take the pain with her away from me,
as I sit in the wayward cafe on the river of ashes.

A beautiful girl she is mine,
but that course of life shall no surpass mine,
and my heart beats and takes me away
in hope of falling in love.

Irony of love and hate,
it is similar in many ways,
as I sit and think of her.

She angers me,
but when the vail of anger falls over my eyes,
the passion of love enters my mind.

Come now, take me away,
hold me in your beauty,
and love me with your gentle body.

Go into the gardens,
where the nightingales sing,
and sit at the patio's crossway.

Watch the artists paint pictures of the garden,
watch the writers write about the garden,
and watch us go and pick flowers in the garden.

The air smooth and wind breeze calms the nerves,
the pain of my sorrowed heart is soothed,
by her sweet intellegence and beauty.

Her eyes, orbs of blazing sunlight,
blind me with the beauty of her beauteous face,
her lips and skin smooth and pure.

She is glorious,
My love she is the dream girl,
who comes and takes my nightmares away from me.

As I sit on the park benches,
I light my last cigarette,
and reminicse on the days with my love.

I close my tired eyes only for a moment,
and the moment is gone,
my beauty is gone.

The tears are all gone,
the pain has gone,
the feelings of everlasting love are all gone.

Where did it all go?
Where did my beauty go?
Where did my love go?

All gone now, all gone now,
as I grow old,
the feeling of death takes me by surprise.

The park bench is cold,
the cigarette is burnt out,
I am longing for a drink.

I lay in a wayward cafe
drink a coffee and talk to myself
discussing a book of poetry.

Looking over to the right
I am blinded by beauty once again
this time this is no dream.

Alas, my dream girl came
that appeared in my sunny pleasure dome,
who has walked barefoot in the gardens of my mind.

She sat with me,
I looked at her
and we smiled together.

We held hands together,
and dreamed together,
forever and ever.

Love everlasting,
everything everlasting,
cigarettes smoked together.

A cloud over our heads
in the shape of a heart
my love.

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The Black Rose

Soft like satin, delicate 
as skin, the petals of the 
black rose enchant with
its very vibe of obscurity.
Tender as tranquil notes
of music, silent as the
unknown, the black rose
beholds hidden beauty
that is rarely seen. 
As strong as true love,
as sharp as blades,
the black rose adorns
thorns that prick soft
virgin skin unexpectedly
releasing the very essence
of life.
As bright as the sun,
as colourful as a rainbow,
the black rose owns foliage
of such intensity that it
strikes one’s sight with
images of blissful moments;
the black rose – obscure
then yet darkly beautiful.

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The moon rose

They say that I’m a myth, a creature set on vengeance, and my battle cries are carried by the wolves… 
I am none of these. I am the blade that scrapes away the scorch of day.

My hair, black as night, its length every inch the strength that ravishes my tall body and thick as fear. 
My skin, white from the blood of the moon that consecrated me to destiny and carrying aspiration’s gems.
My eyes, ocean’s azure from the depths of pain that nature has wrought and bore, and clear as truth.
My armor, charred charcoal by the flames of the sun to purify a silver heart and impenetrable as diamond.

Given a bow and arrow and a path to follow, I set out at dark, covering the earth, 
protecting the innocent, preserving morality in human hearts, opposing injustice.

Those who refuse to yield their power over the weak shall know fear and trembling, their world shall be tormented by storms. 
Those who gaze into my eyes, dream of glory, yet it will elude them, as will contentment. 
Those who curse my cause shall live in illusion, never discerning reality from visions.
Those who listen to this siren of dusk, shall be mesmerized… hypnotized by it.

The moon chooses whom to save, and my touch heals them. 
Everywhere I go, I set not my feet on concrete, but on deserts, valleys and oceans.
Nature follows in my every step, rises at my command, defends my hindsight and covers my slumbering.

I am Aygül, daughter of night, mother of thunder, enchantress of hearts, empress of justice and rose of the moon.

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The rebirth of beauty

A rose peals amidst a gloomy fog.
The fall of rosy red peddles guided down
streams of tears, dyed red with blood. 
Separated peddles wish to amalgamate again.
A naked stem full of thorns, beneath the moons loom.
A rose once crowned with a red flourishing 
bulb of pulchritude. Lugubrious peddles blown
in the fierce balmy winds. Staining the air with
vibrant red notes of sadness. Spread
 abroad this torn beauty, drifting in the balmy winds.
The arid autumn leaves becalm the rose
peddles and says, true beauty is the rebirth of beauty lost

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Rose loved

Rose loved

Rose my love for you was honest
Rose my love for you was pure
Small in my heart

I was afraid of you
I was afraid you ar
I was afraid of my heart
I was afraid of everything you

Rose did not know what lurks life
Rose did not know you're going and keeps your heart
Rose did not know that your image will not go away
Rose did not know that my love is impossible

Rose, but I've learned that love will not die and will last a long time

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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

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the nose of the rose

the nose 
of the rose
sweet red

in bloom 
in memory 
when dead

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Shadowed Path

Thru a shadowed path, down a shadowed lane
Two lovers walk, the moonlight to gain.
The beauty of the walk is as beauteous as their love,
Shared thru a kindness, a reverence, and the touch of a hand.

A meadow comes into sight to eventually espy
Mists swirl in mystery as they begin to walk by.
But a fragrant rose pulls them, their attention drawn 
Thru the gates of an old house they gently begin forth

Who in love lived here long ago, now unseen?
What trials, what future, had they seen?
Their love built a life, and of course this home
Would that their lives could be so generously strewn.

Two lovers that lived so very long ago
And thru the years were repeatedly, celebrated so.
Now, two more have come as the man goes on bended knee
He picks the rose and delivers it up with a ring

He has bought this old house, a glorious old thing
To inspire her to wife, to repeat once more, an old beautiful dream
May the tale of this house and the old love it has seen
Inspire a new couple to a great life once again.

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A dust of lust 
a creation of us 
in whom God resides 
perfection in disguise...

To sin or Sancti 
In  you that is a must
Illuminated shades of doubt 
To paint  the rose of our life 

O! heaven and earth
Let it shivers
As I  write from the deepest of my heart 
Neglected poet in a silence  night	
let heaven mourn as i stole A  sacred wild rose 

if this poem then am dreamin

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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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A Rose Fell

A rose fell to

the ground,

he slowly picked

it up and took it

home to his

dying little girl,

as she took the

rose from him,

she told him this

oh daddy, just before

you came home I asked

Jesus if I could smell

a rose just one more

time before I died,

now my prayer has

been granted to me

and now I can go home

with Him this very


wrote 4-9-11

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Amidst the Fallen Petals

He was ever gentle with her
Always careful
Never passing the boundaries
Never asking too much
A man of his culture
And bearing
Didn’t move too fast

She was a flower
A flower he had plucked
From her family’s garden
With their blessing
She was safe in his keeping
Though her scent drove him
Mad with its 
Fresh and innocent
An untouched love
Waiting to mature into passion

He wanted to see her
In full bloom
And yet he waited
Willing for her to
Feel comfortable with him
To feel the need for him
To feel the passion growing inside
And so, he put her in a vase
Filled with the 
Water of his love
And he just admired her
His young beautiful rose
Tonight he showed her the home
That would be theirs

But what was this?
She looked at him
In a way he had never seen
The shyness gone
He saw longing
Her face radiant
Her lips inviting
Tainted pink
To match her cheeks
His rose
His flower
And yet
He dared not touch her
For fear of crushing her
In his rough hands

She whispered
Ever so lightly
Perhaps he dreamed it
Maybe it was the breeze
Whispering through the window
As it danced in her hair
No, there it was again…
“It is time…
I am ready.”
And the suggested
Caught at his
Drove away every thought
And he watched
He just stood and watched
As one by one
She unfurled the petals
Of her clothing
And let them fall
Fluttering to the
Layer upon layer
Of clothing
All the while
With each peeled layer
Her eyes invited him

He couldn’t move
He couldn’t inhale
He could only stare
As his rose
Shed her clothing
Before his hungry eyes
Until there was nothing
And she stood there
With no covering
Her black hair
The curve of her breasts
Cascading down her ivory skin

She held out her hand to him
"Do I please you?"
She must have seen the answer
There in his eyes 
For she moved forward
Ever so slightly
“Come to me, my love…”
And he was there
In an instant
In a heartbeat
Before the lilting cadence of her last word
Danced away

She smiled
Once again a little shy
As she reached up to him
And pulled him down 
To the floor

And there
Surrounded by the petals
In this perfumed bed of love
He claimed her
As his own..
His flower
His rose
Amidst the fallen petals...
He heard her sigh

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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white rose

A thousand saints
would fall martyr
in a heavenly scent
Purest upon the eyes
to you white rose
with most beautiful 
by far the prettiest

Satin soft petals
falling from the heart 
outwards crowning 
heavenly beauty

Sweetest aroma 
drifting on air
upon scent
prettiest of all flowers
In thorns you
played the part

deep inside
invites from colour
the softest kiss
upon light of day

mirror ,mirror
caressed so sweetly
in the rising sun 
by the morning dew

~ ~ ~ ~

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Woo is Frying!

The woman with red rose vine

up her thighs and thine

showed me the way

and invited tryin,

did she wear rose perfume,too?

did I ask

she coyly husked umm yeah

Lol !it all depends what mood I'm in
I suppose, and there is no strict time code 
well  I must make yours....for sure.......
that vine is dancing in front of my eyes..

like an invite..
but I do make such moods 

about at leisure and later
I'm afraid I can't because I'm spoken 

she battered

persisted me
For  eloquently is 

so the vine sways in winds that move against me......
lol !..hahahahahaha..reply backie..soon.......
 Now I am gonna just look at that vine 
and move away for like...

hard and good......... 
thanks is all I can say 
as I watch that vine sway away..
with my heart in wine..

I do whine..
and yeah do that do I 
now and by and by
don't ya get me wrong..
I am practicing wooing......
if you were unspoken for 
how would ya find that.....

honey......fingers in pie..yeah 
you say friend you can be and I say
friends I have many 
but one who will be lover
as well as caring nanny........
and frightfully hot fanny.....

I have none
They have many..they say choose any..
but god knows why I dote ya and ya alone..
the woman with vine and wine..........
Alas! you are not my sunshine......boohoo crying
helluva lotta......woo is frying!




she had her fingers in the pie!

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A Rose

Some people see the thorns;
others the succulent petals;
others smell the melodious fragrance;
perceptions to what a rose really is.

A woman is like a rose….
Some people see her beauty;
others her vulnerability;
others her dressing;
others her personality;
others her dangerous seduction;
others her voice……
perceptions to what a woman really is.

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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

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Flower Power

Flower Power

Someone once told me I was a Rose among the Daisies
I must have been red, for that is my favorite color
Was the Rose better than the Daisies?
Not so fast a deduction!
It was years before I knew what a rose was worth.
The red of a rose is for love and spirit, fire and passion.
The red of strength, the tenderness of a soft petal.
It stands straight, when the wind blows against the daisies
And protects with every thorn.
It's stem is woody and does not break with a pinch.
When it blooms, it's softness can take away pain, sorrow,
Give joy, passion and love
And when it has passed, and dried, it's memory still lives on,
Pressed between a book.

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Roses for PD

For you, P.D., a thank you rose A single, dark pink beauty With long stem, delicate petals And glistening dew drops The epitome of strength and courage Kindness and gentleness The spirit of a true poet For you, P.D., A fragrant blossom Brightened by the sun's light Like the poets you touch with your words I give to you this pink rose in admiration To a poet who encourages her peers in all their writing endeavors And for welcoming new poets, too I give you a thank you rose with gratitude This long stemmed pink rose for you.
Dedicated to P.D. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, February 6, 2012 First place in Roses for PD contest

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'Floating words'

I wrote you a letter, 
but the words drifted off the page
they followed their own trail 
down the corridor, 
out by the door 
circling the rose bush 
enticing a rose, 
coerced into following the path 
my words drifted off… 
I had to run to keep up 
in the end I knew the way 
that familiar path, 
my heart always takes 
back to you, 
with a drumming sound 
only your ears can hear 
so this is my words with a rose in tow…

Message delivered with a drumming sound 
and the echoes of I love you… 

*this is what happens when,
I wake up too early*

© All Rights Reserved

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Your love is an endless melody played just for me
Sweet notes in spring and all SUMMER long
 A single ROSE for a lonely heart. 

Your love is a joyful afternoon RENDEZVOUS. IT IS MORE
than just the spirit of my leaping heart. It is as rare as a
LAVANDER ROSE. It is the MASTER OF all loves, an enigma
Never to be understood.

It pulls at every invisible heart string. It is the DELICATE cloth which binds my soul.      it causes me to aspire 
To that which has been silently DESIRED .
YOUR  Love is a MEADOW filled with VIOLET blades of grass
Each blade has its own unique name whispered on winds with

It is each and EVERYTHING  every single day and all that sings

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The Blossoming Rose

The Rose grows
    in a quiet place now
    where none ever would before,
in a secret garden
    next to a hidden well
    all kept deep inside
                    my heart.

Many times when I would
    think of you,
    a seed
would get planted in my garden,
    but, the water from
        the well
    was not enough
        to germinate
        the seed,
so the rose
    couldn't grow.

After years
    and years
of thoughts
    and thinking
    about you,
you came back
    into my life
and the well
that was drying up
    found itself
    a new source
        of water,
    a meandering brook
    moved and shaped
    by heavenly forces
    now helped to fill up and feed
                                        the well.

As my daily time
    with you increased,
    more seeds were planted
    with one, so far, taking root.
Combining waters from the brook
    and the well
    plus lots of sunlight,
the Rose is growing
    and starting to blossom.

It’s living on my love
    (the hidden well),
            your love
    (the meandering brook),
        and God’s love
    (the Son’s Light).

I believe now this Rose
    will continue to thrive
    in the secret garden
                of my heart
    as my love for you
            will always be,
    so will the Rose
                never die.

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Chihuahua Football At The Rose Hill Stadium

Chihuahua Football At The Rose Hill Stadium
Watching football at home with my little dogs on a cold winter night, I realize that I coach my 
own football team.
Running deep far into the football field at the Rose Hill Stadium (Which is my vegetable-dyed 
Persian rug that I bought at an estate sale to cover my hardwoods.) is Piglet, a young and 
highly spirited white short-hair Chihuahua, who happens to also be a neutered male, ripped 
with lots of muscles and little body fat.  Piglet leaps up high and is able to catch in mid-air 
the fluffy white piece of parmesan cheese covered popcorn with his cute little white teeth. 
(That I just brushed with chicken flavored toothpaste after his bath)
Tessie, the long-haired, black and white female Chihuahua, who is not so lean, executes 
most of her plays as the defensive tackle position.  She often blocks Piglet from catching his 
popcorn and also profits from his fumbles, by intercepting his popcorn and eating it before 
she is able to execute a perfect touchdown.  (Haven’t managed to teach her to delay eating 
her popcorn yet)
Each year they get better and better, next year they might be ready to take their show on 
the road.  Until then, they have until the Super Bowl to practice their four footed maneuvers 
and tricks.  At best, they could make it to Letterman's Stupid Pet Tricks some day soon.
(No harm was done to animals in preparation of writing this poem or playing Chihuahua 

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black rose

To you black rose 
Look deep into the centre 
The very inner depth 
colourless beauty 

From a pack of lies 
Left with the thorns, 
scratching my inner body 
In agony 
I howl 

Killing me slowly 
Eating the soul in me 
dark lies 
Shades inner beauty 

In the depth 
my heart cold 
From the inner you, 
my dungeon hell 
No fury 

My rose, 
for you black 
Left on this page 
The heart's colour 

With a kiss 
Goodbye black 
Magic with love 
Turns colours 

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Rose Chalice

My chalice 
to you love 
Upon its stem 
a crowning wonder 
You hold the cup 
of beauty 
Before your eyes 
My very soul 

Your petals 
that gesture 
Calling love 
in your heart 
In the essence 
of your smell 
I give to you 
the chalice 

The rose
 in all its splendor 
Straight from 
my very heart 
Blushing red 
like my heart 
to you

its intoxicating beauty 
Like wine 
I flow deep 
from the inside
out of me 
My rose 
from the heart

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After a hard day, I relaxed in the shower.
I bent over and let the warm water run.
As it began to penetrate my body I turned
it to very hot.  The pleasure rose immensely. 

AFTER a very trying experience I needed time.
A HARD thing, to squeeze in sometimes.  

The DAY to day, mundane, obscenity 
we call work.  Five days and a handshake
from which I have to wipe the drool as 
soon as I can before RELAXING a bit,

The immense pleasure of almost 
scalding hot water, started me thinking 
of how lucky and blessed I really am.
It’s good to reflect on such things, to keep 
from getting all BENT out of shape.  

To dwell OVER things without reminding 
oneself that this was the way it really was
is a good way to end up in a mental state.
If we think about the good things AND LET
THE  WARM feelings run through us like 
soaking in a nice hot furo with the steam 
rising through the WATER on a cool night, we 
begin to get the picture.

It is very hot.  The pleasure rises.
As I RUN the memories through my 
mind and AS the many things I have shared 
in life BEGAN TO PENETRATE the corners of
all capacity to maintain composure, 
tears welled readily as MY BODY began
to react to the memories.  

Quickly I TURNED a simple process into 
a healing meditation.  IT proved to be 
something I do often when I 
feel the need TO take a VERY HOT bath.  

It is amazing how THE PLEASURE of one’s 
own company often is beneficial, and should
not be taken lightly.  I ROSE to a higher plane 
of understanding of my inner self that day,
and am now IMMENSELY more comfortable 
just being me. 

Mar 5 2012 Charles Henderson
for Debbie Guzzi’s Et Cetera Contest

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The Obscene Unknown

To be the rose scarlet and crimson,
Or white, or black, or violet,
To be a rose at all so vile,
'Tis normality in simple.
This rose with its perfect beauty and petals,
With its sincerity upon love.
I say off to south with it;
I wish be the obscene unknown.

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A Red Rose sticks out from between two stone, So bright this Rose that's blossoming here. Reaching between two great stones for a trickle of light, Pleading with it's petals like hands clasped praying. Such a curious and unique flower sits there. Across a stream that flits by unassuming, Content to flow by this beautiful rose trapped by stone, Reaching for light so that it may be free. The leaves have fallen and the sun is grown weak, It falls from the sky like it was fleeing the thought. That if it hung any longer it would not have the strength, to lay itself down to rest for the night. It has grown cold for my Rose; red and shaking as bits of snow lick at its petals on their way to the ground. Alas! The stones have lost their grip and the Rose starts to dip slowly toward the stream to escape in it's powerful current. As the Rose reaches the water's edge against the silent snow, Ice is all that awaits the Red Rose that has wilted in the cold. I step out of the wood and walk across the ice, That contains the powerful flow of water like a plexiglass prison. I have never met a stream so unassuming and ignorant To the beauty that is 'bout to be forever lost When as I'm bending to lift the frozen Red, Beautiful Rose The sun strikes up into the air like a match and burns with such white hot intensity That it melts the ice upon the stream. Where I stand. As I am swiftly swept away in the cool water, my eyes fall for a minute. on the Red Rose which has risen again: strong. and bright. and beautiful.
Robert Dixon October 7th, 2011

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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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A Rose in the Desert

A single, red rose
ruby colored rose that shines in the twilight
and reflects my love over years of single
and tragic heartbreaks.
A single, red rose sits in a beautiful and calming oasis
sitting there giving me hope for love to come around
and knock upon my weak and weary door.
A rose in the dry and hot desert grows tall and blooms
with beauty and such glory
that it could make a grown man weep, if it wanted too.

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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

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Dreams of Summer on the Winter Solstice

	Dreams of Summer on the Winter Solstice

ah love, 
the scent of roses
at first bloom, 
new growth
that extends skyward, 

they are a wonder to me

let us sit here and drink tea
inhaling scents of lavender,
bergamot and roses

it is all so lovely, 
to be here with you

these moments 
are my treasure

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a poem lies still in the rose qarden of wintertime

her rose is in the snow
as it minqled with a wintery glow
she was forever chanqed
but the rose still must find a forever

the petal's redness
becomes restless
in a dream of rosy red streams
the calm waters chanqed pace
as if soft thunders sanq dyinq llyabyes
she is forever chanqed

but the rose raced to catch a rain
and still must find forever, such a pain

findinq forever is like a rose
refusinq to taste rotten on the tip of her tonque
or like a period keepinq someone's prose from makinq a run

a rose has saved lives-one soft red rose petal at a time
siblime, she said sublime
was the rose that saved her life-twice

a rose who traced its stems to a heart
makinq all her dimminq days dark
only to embrace the sun's face

a rose saved her life aqain
of course only in this bone chillinq wind

oh yes, winter it was, she said
all darinq to write became someone else's star

let a rose be
where ever you are . . . 

a poem lies still in the rose qarden of wintertime.

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She could have been the 
But a rose nevertheless

She was a BEAUTY
I suppose, a WINSOME rose
She was intrinsically mine.

By ELABORATE design 
I AWOKE to a beauty
Well defined and  QUITE DEVINE

OH yes REGAL and refined
Gazing upon her ESSENCE
There, one thousand SUMMERS young.

No ordinary rose 
Gentle snowflakes and perfumes.
Every tender petal was 

An obvious tribute to
Her true beauty
Lovely and overwhelming

I was consumed with 
FEVERISH devotion

A precious JOY
I have found.

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Broken Bridge

As i start chasing, running into the night sky.
I find a feeling, something, to good to let slide.
Realizing I'm now reaching the end.
I come to a bridge, its broken and bent.
It has scars, rust forming on the sides.
What does this mean, was this my life?
I think about everything i did.
I simply wonder, how, why not this.

I walk up to the bridge, and touch the broken step.
It burns many layers on my finger tips
A rose lyes on the other side.
So beautiful, yet, its not mine.

I try to reach, go across the bridge.
But the one step i took it started caving in.
I jump back. realizing that this was everything my life had been.
I proceed and take one step on the bridge, and began to fall.
I open my eyes, the rose is in my hand.
I see my best friend who had died when we were 10.

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Wilted Rose

A rose is just a rose is just a rose is just a rose 
I truly have always felt they fill too many words of prose. 
I tried to fit the image of some plain old rose you see 
I'd rather be a daisy, sunflower, daffodil morning glory.. 
I held my tongue when after I said roses have always bored me 
of all the flowers that i love he chooses that one to pin me. 
He casts the blame on a stranger that did nothing to him at all 
they both know stoop with fevered plea
such arrogance will cause a fall. 
I find it dumb, ridiculous because my friends I'll tell you this 
I've never meant a single thing to him he plays pretend. 
He needs revenge so here I am my arms splayed wide for pain 
he calls me jealous, delusional and even took my friend. 
She won't talk to me right now and all because of this.... 
foolish crap and hateful words and tons of words so meaningless. 
And just in case it's been implied there's a man that cares for me, 
well no there's not my poet friends I am alone you see. 
A girl can't be amazing sweet 
and then a jealous ***** 
You don't know just what I know 
or how I even feel. 
Fancy words wrapped up in verse 
and petals lead the way 
a rose is still a boring rose 
pink, purple, paisley grey. 
I never want to hear the words rose, bud or petals now 
it pricks me with the thorns of hurt 
I can't believed I tried to fit the typical rose part. 
I'll take it down and be myself 
although he has his vision 
go find it now and let this be 
I'm done with love 
it's my decision. 

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The Lonely Love

pour me a cup of tea, and I'll walk with lions through flaming streets-
sip wine with me, and I'll build you a castle filled with memories-
dance with me across the Milky Way, and all your dreams reveal,
the heartache spent on hopeless dreams that made you want for more-
the laughs, the moments filled with joy that brought you to this place,
cannot hide the beauty found in simple acts of faith-
the gold you seek, the shining star, that burns just out of reach-
will fill your cup for just one kiss, the promises now lost-
the time has come, the air now clear, of moments spent in haste-
I never promised you a rose garden, now fill your life with waste-
the stars above revealed the truth, then danced above the truth-
for one brief moment, explosive love, did fill the room with hope-
and Clouds of Angels did proclaim, the future set in stone-
for one brief tear, the Gods did hear,
your river cry alone-  

                                                "Catch Phrase"

                                  I never promised you a rose garden

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red rose

heart of 
a beautiful flower 
my eclipse 
of love complete 
red rose 
in all your splendor 
beats love 
the most beautiful 
of hearts 

you are 
a crowning glory 
passion flows 
in each petal 
light catching 
you blush 
of silver pearls 
the morning 
dew upon you 

in fragrance 
you smell heavenly 
with all those petals 
upon your crown 
the sun 
all but kisses you 
smiling down 
among'st the thorns 

you are 
a blushing 
red beauty 
scarlet in heart's love 
the sun smiles 
upon you 
enchantingly beautiful 

in sweet fragrance 
your aroma 
upon the air 
blushing red 
you wear the crown 
upon your heart 

you are the fairest 
upon the wall 
you are the fairest 
in all the land 
soft my scarlet passion 
in beauty 
your heart bare 
queen of passion

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Rose Bud

Hardly would she smile
like a rose bud on the twig
reserved, shy, stealing looks
I could readily figure out
that she was a virgin ,.
Then suddenly there came a change
the rose bud bloomed
with all it's glory
spreading its redolence all around
its verdant hue transformed into the pinkish red
of a freshly kissed cheek
or the rosy sweet lips
of a beauty
It was then I came to know
she was no more a bud
but a happy smiling girl
neither coy nor shy
bold, confident and sexier
like a Rose  Bud crossed.

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decluttering the mind 
Putting in storage 
An overload 
Filing within 
Writing deep vision 
A lighthouse 
Of truth 
Safeguard against 
Crashing on rocks 

Loves light shines 
In clouds 
A picture 
Blue fading white 
Lifting weight 
Upon the shoulders 
Finding peace 
Within colours 

One candle burns 
Flickering flames 
Of thoughts
in far away shores
holding one dream 
Perfumed in 
A heavenly scent 
In the aroma 
of roses 
Blossoming within 

A flower 
Petal soft 
Heart skipping 
Crowning glory 
Sweet beautiful 
With love

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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

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sparkling beauty

putting turf 
upon the fire
dancing flames
a sparkling jewel
holds inner vision
wearing the crown
soul touching soul
in warm thought

floating into 
the deepest ocean
petal soft
satin feelings
to give you 
a white rose 
kissed with
colour of beauty

white washed emotions
colour spiced feelings
floating butterflies 
dancing on breath
whispering breeze
beneath the surface
taking air 
in one breath

upon the ocean
rising waves
fall to your feet
floating touching souls
softly petals
like snowfall
melt within
ebbing around emotions
in your heart

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Only One

"I will stay forever."

Only one can make that promise.
Only one will never fail.
Only one will always be there.
Only one will always care.
Only one gave His life for us.
Only one rose again.
Only one will take us to heaven.
Where joy will never end.

He is the forever.
His promises never broken. 
He will never fail.
He is always with us.
He will always care.
He died on that cross.
He rose to live again.
He will take us to heaven.
Where joy will never end.

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Withering Rose

Withering rose     

Garden full of life                                                                   
Sunshine coming through the magnolia tree                                           
Not to far from it is a beautiful rose 
 Trying to be,                                                                      

As the years past 
She blossomed to a beauty
She had someone to care for thee
She blossomed with the three
Who Stood by her,

Time is gone and it took a tall on her 
There was no sun coming in the sky
Her petals one by one started to fall,

The garden was looking the same
In one corner where she remains
Early that morning 
As her last petal fell
A butterfly flitted by,
And gentle voice asked 
The garden won’t look the same
If you let go and die
Nobody notice her as she                                 
Fades away except one little 
Passer by

A gentle voice asked 
What happened to your beauty?
And promised her
To send sunshine                                            
To warm and give light                       

With your beauty 
The garden will change
All over again

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my heavenly angel

flashing inside
lights up green
golden shades 
of blossoms
flowering under
this one spell
enchanting words
sweet beautiful rose

petals touch
casting kisses 
magically dances
with the shadows 
of light kisses
silvery glitter
sparkles inside
exploding beautiful

blasting fountains 
pearl drops
of treasured joy
inside happiness
falling stars 
winking trail 
under a smiling moon
rocking side 
to side 
spellbound in
this universe 
inside the eyes

wishing golden honey
sweetheart of love 
beyond all kisses
dancing within 
silk ribbons
dripping blood
sweet rose
i desire

nibbling gently
softly feeling embrace 
tenderly come together 
warm emotions kiss
 the sweetest heart
of a dream
baby its you


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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.

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The Return

" The moon once had a husband 
but she disturbs him much
that she needed rose flowers
and where they are their are no rose 
so one day he sets for a journey 
to find his love rose flowers
and since then he never return
that is why she stays alone up in the sky
waiting for his return"

we all have a Husband
who left us here where we are
but not in search of rose flowers
He went to prepare a place for us
and He promise us pretty sure
He is coming back to take us
that is why we must wait
not like the moon who waits only in the 
but we must wait day and night for His 

(I am talking about Jesus christ
Merry christmas and a prosperous new 
year to all soupers)

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Shade of pink

The flowers are some shade of pink, 
I couldn't really grasp the exact color because I was in a rush to get them to you,
I didn't want that color,
I wanted the color blue,
Because I really don’t love you,
Like that, 
I see you as a person I can talk to you,
Not a person that I can lay next to,
I want to break up with you,
I don’t have the courage to so,That’s why now,
I’m sitting next to you and your pink flowers,
Wishing that I have powers, 
To change myself to someone that is not a coward.

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Fighting Depression

Black Night! Black Thoughts!
merging into one
No sword shall sever this Gordian knot
that binds my being
in thoughts of longing and despair
My tortured soul cries out
filled with a longing 
to crush the things that torment me so
I see them with the mind's eye
and would strangle them 
but they recede into the shadows of night
to mock me anew in ripened time

But now let my soul be at rest
even for a fleeting moment
for I am free
The very sound is music to my ear
filling the mind with such fantasies
that leap to the heavens
and leaves me panting just alive
As a man who is spent
I rest
and waves of gentleness flood my soul

The thought of a tender kiss
the smell of a rose
Jove's nectar
soothes my being
and sets my soul at ease
to gather up courage
to face another day

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Rose City Kitty

In the Rose City
My eyes stare, as I, 
walkwith care the way 
any true cat would I move 
both in darkness and in 
the morning light  

Dilligent and Discreet I 
swiftly sell my sweets In 
these Rose City streets to 
Forget that perfect popular 
and exceptibal color of grey at
about a quarter to three  before 
dinner sks, that rarely see blue.

The wind is softly flowing
The past, presant, or future 
girlish ghosts of me are 
simultaneous. If you frantically 
find me carelessly carousing and
Careening, remember to let me
Spend some time with 
September !

At 33 i died my hair white so 
i wont see it lose its color wehen 
its robbed by the rouge age 
Though getting old and tiring
 trying to keep inline
 with life.  time,
Ill always find 
my way back 
to you, to 
My home,
The Rose City

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Valentine Goodbye

A rose blooms.
Love showed me a new way
She was mine
My Valentine
Smile shine
Holy shrine
Stars align
Hearts combine
Soul refine
My finish line
And then love took her away
A rose dies.

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Loves glory

Dreaming in the clouds
a stag of elegance 
gracing with royal beauty
An emblem draws peace
inside the heart

You're eyes 
dazzling smiles
travels inside
to a whole new world
Leading me into
the promised land

With a sprinkling
of sweet smelling 
rose petals
Sending one piece
the foundations stone
to begin building 
our palace on feelings

Dream embracing beauty
soft velvet 
satin touching emotions
caressing within
The crowning glory
enchanting magic sings
Heaven's purest angel
the one of love

Each heartbeat 
steams this ship 
sailing with you
closer into 
the sun setting
Paradise kisses you
in a spin 
of daisies 
One chain darling
draped around 
you're neck

I believe 
in you love
As the sun 
sets beautiful
inside honey
golden happy

~ ~ ~ ~ 
I wrote this for someones special birthday 
only I sent another one instead with a forever promise in love

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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.

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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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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

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The Prison Rose

A rose has been growing here with tears for years;
	In my heart and in my cell
But now I must send it out, for without a doubt
	It doesn’t belong here in this hell
So to you I give this rose from the garden of my heart,
	And though it was raised in prison, please allow it a fresh start
Let it warm your heart with love, keep it safe and strong;
	For it has lived on tears but it will never do you wrong
It needs a lot of love, so don’t ever make it cry
	And most of all, don’t send it back
For the prison rose will surely die!!!
*See me on FaceBook (Jimmy M. Anderson) There are 3 pixs of me.

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The Black Rose

Black velvet was the rose that withered at my feet
Poet he was not and blood dripped from the thorns
a rose as black as night skies
a rose as black as the poets eyes-

Poet he was not and black the blood from his thorns
So dead inside was he with the black roses born
a rose as black as his icy eyes
with thorns as demeaning as his guiltless eyes-

So gifted was he with the black roses from
a rose as black as winter nights
with thorns as sharp as his thoughtless lies
black velvet was the rose on summer sighs-

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Rose Pedals

in the shapes of flowers around
her favorite baby sitting silent 
with nothing but joy on both their faces
she asks her doll if she wants a ride
and giggles at the answer she hears
she puts Rose on the red seat of the tricycle
and walks beside her, helping her 
giving serious instructions on how to ride
"don't go into the street, and stay out of
Mr. Potter's yard, you are doing so good"
then she closes her eyes tight
opens her little imagination wide
and let's go
and watches so proudly as Rose pedals home

Michael F. Lewis

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Sweet loves confussion

Blue eye's looked into the night
A tear formed at the corner of his heart
A silent tear
A silent scar
A golden rose forever blue
golden virtue lost tonight
A silent though
past moments true

The rose sweet silent thorns
The scars sweet silent storms
Taste the power of thy love
Risk the violence of thy strife

Trust the broken heart of rage
Suffer then your silent cage
Blue eyes looked into the night
forgive that you might start again
The rose of love is still the same
A stranger to lifes guessing game
Should thee stay or should thee go
The thorns of love won't let you know

My heart knows pain, mistakes
Should I become the master of my lake
Should I test the rivers of the free
Love binds my life to thee

Sweet rose my heart
sweet love my life
pray that we can find the key
Improve our lives for thee and me

Yes transgressions, we have know
mistakes, bad seeds, have planted grown
The pain has torn us limb from limb
Now we must climb above our sins

Yet change the light of night time blue
build with trust the love we knew
relax the anger, fear let go
trust we'll find the way to grow

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one red rose

rose my devotion 
in blood 
to you my beauty 
upon the stem 
in high quarters you sit 
your throne 
the crown of beauty 

as the blood 
pulsates in my veins 
the life and soul 
my heart parties 
every minute 
my heart beats 
even on my 
weakest days 
upon the sun 
you shine bright 
loving you 
my finest hours 

you hold 
my heart so proudly 
red rose your petals 
seduce the very wall 
built in my heart 
leaving happiness 
from the joy of living 

caressing my mind 
my vision 
blooming into a beautiful garden 
my flower to thee 
my rose 
in my heart its you 
unless the eclipse 
you move 
my emotions 

opening up to you 
my blossoming in life 
with all its splendor 
my beautiful 
blushing rose 
my longing 
to be fulfilled 

your canvas 
my heart 
your footprints 
all over it 
like a snowflake 
treading on ground 
pure and gentle

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my rose

Like blowing a kiss 
from my open palm to you 
Catching it in mid air 
Holding it in my mind's eye 

The colour of passion 
satin petals 
falling outward 
Opening it's velvety 
silken heart 
Blushing petals in beauty 

Falling down your stem 
above the thorns 
Sitting a regal crown 
On air's heavenly scent 

In my eyes 
You are my candy 
In the morning dew upon you 
like crystal teardrops 
falling to the ground 

When the sun smiles at you 
kissing you with a beautiful rays 
Sparkling your divine beauty 
Scarlet red blushing 

You sit in your high heaven's 
with silken petals 
they say it all 
Kissed by your heavenly aroma 
Crowned the queen 
my red rose 

this poem won first in a competition
back some time ago thank you for reading

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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

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Red Rose

What a beautiful scarlet rose!
The smiling petals surround your heart
What a charming blood-red flower!
While approaching,
Your sweetness fulfills my chest.

Who thought of this blood color with scent?
I could not satisfy for just standing,
Smelling, and admiring.
My hand then tries to reach you,
My head plans to pick you up.
Violently your barbs bleed my heart,
Oh Dear!

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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.

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Valentine Rose

You are the rose
   that filters my air with fatal fragrance
   yet saturates with sweetness all my senses.
Yours are the thorns that dug deep
   and scarred my heart,
   now healed by your love with no pretenses. 

You are that rose
   of which love songs are sung
   and with which gardens do grow.

You are my rose.
My eyes behold your beauty.
My lips tingle by your touch.

You are my valentine rose.
I love you, oh, so much.

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Days of the week

I see, 
A Monday, 
A stranger passing by,
In fatigue saying hi,  
To everyone, by their way.

I see, 
A Tuesday, 
Long boring fools day, 
Lots of working, fools say, 
Lots of fun, I say a lie,

I see, 
A Wednesday, 
Day of work,
Getting sweaty, everything messy, 
Do you like me say, 
Its a day, need not be in the count?

I see a Thursday, 
Hands held, bulk buying, 
Mistress to be fed, for Friday, 
Oh Lord, let that not be mine.

I imagine, 
A Friday, 
Belts down, many f*****g, 
Moods down, many yearning, 
It be like a Friday till ending,

Family outing, 
Friends dining, 
Future planning, 
Its Saturday,

Week ending,
In hurry preparing,
Week starting, 
Monday coming,
Its messy Sunday.

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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.


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A Rose and A Woman

A rose represents beauty
Much like a woman 
They are unique
Not one
Is an 
exact replica

A rose in its glory
Is beaming under 
A buttermilk sky
Freshly radiant
With raindrops
Of sky-water

Like a woman
A rose slowly
And methodical
Unravels its core
Will Let go
And mesmerize you 

Their embrace
Of unending 
Lingering passion
Their mate
A Sea of fertility

Renewing a promise
To return to
For up to
Eighty years 
Or death 
Of old age

Their skin soft 
As velvet satin
As fragile 
As porcelain
They unfold
Their Blossom

They come in many 
Hues and colors
Blood-silk red
Glistening Ivory
Fresh goldenrod
Baby blue

A rose and a woman
Cannot endear
Without tender affection
And nourishment
If their mates
Take care

They will
Awaken their spirits
And become
As bright 
As moonbeams
In a sea of starlight

Their intoxicating Aroma
 Pheromones entice
Both rose and woman
Will unfold their souls
Year after year 
For your delight

Copyright, Heather Mirassou   June 28, 2010

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who got me

to you my love
in all honesty
a desired dream
i choose
the power 
of wind

blowing upon
it's breeze
i blow 
to you
a kiss

looking into 
the horizon
it takes 
one's breath away
windswept mountains
remain forever beautiful

trees bending 
again'st the breeze
i whisper from deep
passions burn
waterfalls of love
forever young

melting desires within
as the thunder roars
one almighty clap
forked light
flashed you
a beautiful dream

in different planet
melting away passed 
the very eyes
handing to you
my last petal
falling feelings

to the very soul
handing over
 to you 
the heart 
of my blossom 
blooming got me 
in the heart 
of all honesty

to you
my heart
to a rose

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blooming sweetheart

A moon smiles 
amongst stars 
lighting up 
your stage 
one drum 
begin pounding 
echoing deeply 
enchanting sweetly 
floating the soul 
magically begins singing 
in gentle heartbeats 

Feelings pulling 
upon strings 
softly play 
in whistling emotions 
carrying one 
golden song 
to a dream 

Awakening morning 
a sun shines 
into the clouds 
smiling blushes 
turning them pink 
tears of happiness 
falls mystically 
in diamond dew 
sparkling preciousness 

Opening up 
one heart 
snow melts 
blooming outwards 
silken soft petals 
tenderly colours 
in warm delight 
touches a soul 

Most beautiful rose 
I embrace you 
in such splendor 
awakens feelings 
emotionally desire 
budding most beautiful 
of flowers 
a sweetheart

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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..

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a black rose

a rose as black as night
a rose of pain 
a rose of love
the pain from being without you
the love from being near you
this is my way of saying i love you

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heart breaking ice

lets break the ice
melting sitting
upon the knee
standing tall
love the tower
of strength

with unity of mind
could hear 
a thousand voices
singing this moment
handing over
a token

undying love
scarlet red
holding in the hands
a crimson delight

from the deepest
red dripping raw
opening in the chest
a treasure 
freshly bloomed

mine heart
within you 
a rose
i give 
you my all

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priceless gem

from out off
one billow 
of smoke 
taking form
in the mist 
sweetly vision creates 
a maiden 
who draws on
that of beauty

kidnapped taken 
into another space
standing upon
the carpet magic
one regal jewel
enchanting heartbeats
crowning rose
sweetest princess 
cut above divine
sparkling priceless feelings
treasured gem 
emotions sparkle
they gently 
then silently flutter
inside a whispering 
cool warm 
loving breeze

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planting you 
a rose 
the seed 
in my mind 

the explosion 
bang on beautiful 
dazzling pretty 
a fusion 
of flowers
lighting up 
my vision 
like all the colours 
upon a rainbow 
budding to 
a beautiful flower 

raising amongst 
the daisies 
towering tall 
the flowers
as the sun 
smiles on you 
brightening up 
the garden 
with flowers 
of all colours 

the one colour
 that stands out 
my rose 
i behold you 

a fragrant beauty 
standing tall 
one flower 
the flower 
i do adore 
stands out
in you

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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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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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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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A Rose without Petals

Of what color is a rose without petals?
Is it not?
A cloudy window of imagination or reminisces of a moribund love?
Of what scent is a rose without ‘wings’?
For in the sweet rich pinkish color, we savored the breath of a life 
And in the pulpit, the preacher declared with candor, a conferment of our promise
For what reasons are your secrets so hidden like the anger of a calm sea?
Those little cancerous sores that keep your heart bleeding
When the town sleeps, your sobs drown the tranquil of the night
Of what reasons are your tears so stinging?
Leaving your eyes a shadow of their radiance on the day of our wedding 
You have betrayed the innocence of my hands?
That lifted your face of the veil before the priest
And unto those who bore witness to our solemn procession.
Down the aisle
Shall we repeat our vows?
Our love shall endure, all seasons; and for all reasons.
That like flowers of the spring; our faces shall glow in radiance 
But your ways, are not the ways of love Vanessa
Am always filled with veneration for you
How do I see beyond your gloom? 
Because every new day, your smile dies into its gradual paucity
Painful tears of your eyes wets your bosom with every rising sun,
You set my mind reeling back in time
The earth beneath me, and forth my feet, swim in pirouette
And I shall not stand anymore
Tomorrow, I will leave with the first cock’s crow:
I shall leave in the endeavor of my destiny 
I shall leave.
I shall leave a rose without petals.

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Roses for Amelia

A rose blooms in the shadows of spring,
it is picked with love for her.
A prick of the thorn to show my love
One drop of blood to show I care.

A selfless gesture, the sound of loves beat;
shakes the ground and weakens my knees.
I would have held you till the last pedal feel
Not above you, shattered from grief.

Rest in peace my darling,
May heavens light be a blanket for two
When time comes for my rose to be picked
I will finally come home to you.

The rose I picked for Amelia
Lies in the dirt and withers away
The rose I picked for Amelia
She'll never see, I was one day too late.

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Hungry Thief

For the first time ever,
a Cardinal's nest lay cleverly hidden
in a juncture of two branches
of the red rose climber
on the south wall of our garage.

Over the years, we'd watched with pleasure
as House Finches, Eastern Phoebe,
Bluebirds, and Wrens nested in flowerpots,
birdhouses, spruce trees, and on porch walls.
Purple Martins snootily passed us by
in spite of elaborate housing provided.
Once, a Rufous-sided Towhee deposited
her eggs on the ground, underneath
a large cedar tree near the driveway.
We mowed around them, shooed turtles 
toward distant woods, and watched 
eggs hatch, babies fly into the future.

Cardinal babes were a new and welcome
experience. Almost daily, we peeked.
But grief came quickly with eagle eye, 
hooked talon, and razor-edged beak.
A Cooper's Hawk left a shattered nest, 
a mother's heart ripped apart, and us,
feeling her pain to the marrow of our bones.

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Delicate Rose

Pick out a rose
One that is better than the others
And head through the storm
Squeeze the rose that you grasp
In a choking protection
Only prickled by its thorns
Red-handed guilt
Bloodied pain
Delicate rose shriveled
As it falls from your hand
Slips through your fingers
And head through the storm
Empty handed

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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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The Great Sun God

I looked over the horizon 
waited for the sun to rise
time ticked by but darkness still rained
and I thought how nice it would be 
if the sun rose right now
and the heat that I craved
the dawn was here now
the more I thought 
the more it rose 
my brothers wounds healed
from the battle of the night
Hades will be upset
the Underworld lost it's might
Ares punched my arm 
and Thor lifted his hammer
Zeus gave a smile
and the sea god laughed a while
I had made the sun rise
and that is my job 
because I am Apollo
the great sun god

--For the contest I suppose--

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Rose Patch Hands

Shall I plant a rose patch to explain your scars
So the world may never know how you treat your beauty?

Shall I hide the blades that oblige your compulsion
To shave away the flesh that burdens you so?

Shall I distract you with gold and glitter
And pull your eyes away from those scarlet stains?
Shall I bind you with thornless rose stems
If not for pleasure, then for a moment of peace?

Shall I pull down my plaques and papers
So that I might trade them for your undivided affection?

Shall I salve in scripture and pray to the wind
That this apparent affliction may wander from you?

Shall I mire in melancholia, and exchange my hope
As a sacrificial lamb to ransom your amour-propre? 

Shall I remove myself so that I may no longer prod
Your beauty to suffer the lies that only your eyes see in the mirror?

Shall I plant a rose patch to explain your scars
So the world may never know how you treat your beauty?

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I cut the petals off of a rose
To see if I could feel alive
But I faltered
I forgot to cut off the thorns
And they cut my hands open
Setting the rose down
I realized how twisted I had become
I'm a demon
With the mask of an angel
That I wasn't at fault
When truly
Everything was my fault
The rose has slowly died
Because of my hands
Because of the darkness within
The thorns are still there
More pronounced than ever
But this rose
Will never live again

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Only the rose

You know there's that little place in the inner wrist

where it's so soft and tender?

Where I need your touch;

Where I touch you

Wrist to wrist,no-one will notice;

But we notice,

I feel your pulse beating,

Or is it mine?

Take the rose,

Take the rose for your table.

And when you see it


Remember everything

What we said,

What we never said but implied,

And only the rose will listen

As you sing your song

The rose will be there

In the heart's garden


Dreaming us back into being.

As we fade gently away

With evening time.

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In deep blue 
Awakening senses 
Cold opening 
Innermost eye 
Deep inside 
Hidden away 
Feather soft 
Cotton feelings 

Touches upon love 
Softly bound together 
In golden thread 
One treasure 
In a circle 
Of emotions 
A beautiful presence 
Fireworks explode 
Two souls kiss 

Friendship touching deeper 
Than the skin 
Drawing emotion 
in the making 
Love within 
Kissing one soul 
Without lips 

Snug in a blanket 
Warm and tender 
Drawing out 
The one rose 
A fairytale dream 
I love the sparkle 
In your eyes 
When I 
Look into them 

Beyond words 
a softness 
in the heart 
As butterflies 
They flutter 
Dancing feelings 
Lie deep within

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

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There's such a simple thing as sitting on the porch
Where summer rose of Sharon leaves overhang the rail
I'm relaxed on our old fashioned swing    made of slats
Where a fine grey and white    stray    kitty cat has adopted us
He prances gracefully    and now and then rubs my legs with his
Looking off    I wonder at the avenue of great old trees
They rise sky high    lean to meet each other over the street
Weather   thus far    has been hot to mild
Today is mild
I'm thinking....why don't I spend more time like this.....
Why doesn't everyone spend more time like this?
There is a pot of mixed flowers sitting on the post by the  
    stairs    and
One or two early blossoms have burst out on the rose of Sharon
The house next door has flowered nicely at the side
The street    so far as I can see    is spotted with fine bloom
Now a gentle breeze sweeps in    just barely spreads and
    soothes my hair
Yes    this is pure luxury    pure ecstasy

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somewhere underneath it all

if my enemy thinks the world of me
then my enemy will peel off our hatred
one red red rose petal at a time
that is if my enemy no lonqer breathes my envy

breathes my envy
while i breathe silently
my rose qarden exits only in the dawn of sprinq
if i qrow, or when i qrow
i'll be devoured by the snow
only if my enemy thinks the world of me

suddenly my enemy speaks to me
cold thunderous whispers only i heard
i heard my world say my enemy's name
such hatred is prickly, but i feel no pain

if my enemy thinks the world of me
i wont feel pain, for hatred is the rose
and my rose is
my enemy
conspirer of my dreams

but the thouqhts my enemy had toward me

were all colored beautifully, suddenly, mysteriously

somewhere underneath it all...

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The rose leaned forward
and said to the trees,
something carried away by the wind,
not for human ears.

Branches bore fierce
against the wind,
their heads bowed,
shoulders squared,
the leaves of their hair flattened,
the grass turned into a rippling sea.

And for a moment,
whilst Brahms and Mozart played,
the rose forgot
had unceremoniously cut it off at the root,
stuck it in a vase
and put it in the window.

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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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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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Great Crested Grebe

Come on in again    Let's 
go straight and 
sail                        In 
the bluewatered lakes,  
In the far Australian 
coasts;  And nest in the 
flowing water          
With the floating 
And romance in the 
green isles         And 
dance at mate-time.

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The Paper rose

 This Rose was made just for a special lady like you, 
And it would'nt matter if it were red or blue. 
All that really matters is that it represents truth. 

This Rose is just for you who I would kiss over and over again. 
You are my better half, my life my best friend. 
Out of everything I rate you ten times past a ten, 
I rate you a hundred million. 
You stand out in a crowd of se7en thousand civilians. 

This Rose is for you as good as you are even though as bad as I am, 
I feel like I dont deserve you as a young savage way of a man. 
But as good as you are Im just as good as you be, 
As bad as I am whether Im locked up or free, 
Girl you definitely make me better than the old choatic me. 

This Rose will never wilt away nor will it ever die because it is forever, 
Just like it seems at the moment me and you will be together. 
So let us two young love lost souls grow old...... 
because in eternity only you and I will ever truly know..... 
The true meaning of THE PAPER ROSE......... 

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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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A Perched Rose

A rose perched itself on an,
Open window still.
Placed by the fractured hands, of a lover whose bitter lips,
Turned sweet by the first glance of its crimson petals,
Yet the rose slowly decayed.
Decayed and flew out the window and onto the snow,
Where it gently laid and bleeds out a brownish crimson color.
Forming a shackled heart onto the snow, 
The once rusting petals turn a pure white and decore this shackled heart.

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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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kissing my silken white beautiful

In the clouds falling rose petals

Softly in washed emotions

Sparkles colour the air

Endless my feelings

Delightful rose

Your lips beg



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i see an angel 
you light up
in a faraway distance
hope shines
silent whispers
rustling in the trees

a white rose
walking a beautiful path
filled with sweet blossoms
chosen as we speak
enchanting spells
 light within a life
the curtains 
begin to raise
out of nowhere 
like a dream

i begin talking
beautiful words again
the path begins changing
each and every 
single day

i found a lighthouse
the goal remains
one aim to hold
the hands
in the golden mittens
a treasure 

a gem sparkling 
in so much beauty
wearing the crown
a princess
sparkling within
 the eyes beautiful

holding the soul
mirror of the heart
to kiss the frog
i would give to you
the moon

as i hold your hands
in golden mittens
two stars shining
heaven's light
souls connected
in one spark

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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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Far behind the cactus that is shattered through the smoky snow
Lightening up from the last scorched sunrays 
It seems to grow the last mystic rose that is bouncing
And pinching among the brutal wind of this awful day!

What a delight those eyes discovery! What a fallen rose rises to live!
And with all the wonderer‘s fancy, he looks at her strange restlessness;
Find fire and love from those icy fingers of him letting her warn
In from the menacingly and brutally wind! But how this traveler
Would set across the field and sky the fairly miracles to save her?

Come forth, if he does not want her to die from the heaven a natural halo has born:
A human gardener upon this light of hope; a moment of contemplation
Winding a smile of uncertain appeal how then he can give her heat and roots
From this merciless winter in full-throated whistles!

As light shorten, here and there numberless drops of snow identical to fall
And shadows would be all day and night save what he can do from a traveler’s oracle!
Here, those eyes glance down at this rose where youth’s heart grows passionate
And cautiously not driven completely from despair but such conspiracy blink
Those fingers are squaring blissfully around the mystic rose as if they are a lamp of grass
Not care about the sleepy fingers and palms but about the breeze of heaven 
Keeping on with such hard-driving pounds against that quick-witted love!

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The wind is quiet, wearily quiet this evening,
(and they say that winds do not age)
and I,
I am fondling the wild rose
with the inexplicable hope
that I shall find your tear on its petal.
Since you have gone, many a night has lost its brilliance,
and they tiredly walk my dark paths,
as if they grew old too,
just like our memories.
Those wonderful young nights
- in which we used to look at turquoise nets
woven by singing crickets during silky nights –
now they became completely tired and dark,
and they aimlessly wander my dark paths.
The wild rose's petals have long since stopped dancing,
because the wind no longer touches them.
They say that winds do not age,
perhaps not the desert winds,
but the cemetery winds certainly age and die
along with people and flowers.
It is so quiet and dark
in nights without you.
Everything died inside me
apart from the hope
that I shall see your tear on the trembling face of the wild rose,
the same tear
that was conceived in your dear, warm eyes
when I first kissed you.
How the night shone, how the wind was singing youthfully,
and the rose pensively sighed
when your tear slid onto it.
But now, everything is so quiet and dark,
and that wild rose
you used to fondle during storms,
like a lost child,
is perfectly quiet now,
perfectly abandoned.
Our wonderful young nights
grew old amidst our aimless wanderings,
just like I did.
The wind is so quiet this evening, so tiredly weak,
it pushes the night along my dark paths like a tired old man,
and I,
I am courting death like an aged old man,
because I know the end is near,
that our young nights shall become older with each new day,
and that your wild rose shall fade and completely disappear.

© Walter William Safar

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Petal crowning

The softest petal touching
heart within blossoms,
flowering with love 
for only you .

As the sun warms each rays,
kissing each breath 
on a breeze blowing
gently whispering ,
golden fluttering inside
upon this dream.

Silver stars dotting
the dark velvet sky,
confetti sprinkles softly winking 
sparkles all over you.

With paradise trapped
in your smile,
gleaming jewels 
treasuring one vision,
rising from out of this ocean
crowning you babe 
my adorable queen.

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The Salted Leaf

Crystal sapphirine salted leaf,
The forlorn friend of aqua rose.
Memories of ages, only the leaf knows.
Bright blue tears of eternal grief.
The wedding bands confirm our love.
Passion, ardent affection for life.
I and Lenore forever my wife,
Beautiful as a pure white dove.
The eye of the rose reflects all,
You see the past in a single glance.
The aqua rose: Lenore, did me enhance.
Away she flew, to kingdom hall.
Why? Did she die; I do not know.
Answers in the blue crystal salt,
Sapphirine leaf will sorrow halt.
I eat the leaf for status quo,
My heartbeat quickens, then a smile.
Lenore, my wife doth call me hither.
Aqua rose begins to wither.
The saga must continue.

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I would not greet you with a "hello-howdy doo" I would hand a smile attached to a rose in your hands soft and true.

I would leave one by your door because you deserve to walk on petals and not hurt your feet...Id leave a rose by your shower because Id shower you with love...granting u power for all your days complete.

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A Rose and A Woman

A rose represents beauty
Much like a woman 
They are unique
Not one
Is an exact replica

A rose in its glory
Is beaming under 
A buttermilk sky
Freshly radiant
With raindrops
Of sky-water

Like a woman
A rose slowly
And methodical
Unravels its core
Will Let go
And mesmerize you 

Their embrace
Of unending 
Lingering passion
Their mate
A Sea of fertility

Renewing a promise
To return to
For up to
Eighty years 
Or death 
Of old age

Their skin soft 
As velvet satin
As fragile 
As porcelain
They unfold
Their Bosom

They come in many 
Hues and colors
Blood-silk red
Glistening Ivory
Fresh goldenrod

A rose and a woman
Cannot endear
Without tender affection
And nourishment
If their mates
Take care

They will
Awaken their spirits
And become
As bright 
As moonbeams
In a sea of starlight

Their intoxicating Aroma
 Pheromones entice
Both rose and woman
Will unfold their souls
Year after year 
For your delight

Copyright, Heather Mirassou   June 28, 2010

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As You

The rose is as your eyes
therein love lives
and never dies-

The river is as your voice
which sings to me
as gentle falling rain
soothes my tears
and takes away my pain-

The sunset is as your heart
for rose and rain
can never part-

The moon your smiles
crystal refuge
makes life worthwhile-

Sanctity's shores
your beautiful soul
golden dreams
of love forevermore-

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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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FREE CEE the rose that grows next door

why did we do that?
who knows?
who knows why a rebel held a rose
a rose who rose to the occasion
and lent lessons on how to hold a flower
properly and not as property or such
tender to the touch
lest flakes of red be shed from lips of moisture born
two souls so close
yet two minds set so far apart
still heart met panting heart on nights of youthful yearning
that rebel bent on learning
the rose dripping virgin dew
and all this so very brand new.................
the rose laid the rebel's head gently upon a cloud of angels claimed her bed
while a rebel was held captive by every petal and what that rose had said
she urged "i be a rose for a bebel to behold,
i, a bit older yet here to soothe two souls smoldering with desires
a rose who glows and a rerbel who sets fires
did you inquire as to why we did what we did
while passion's persuasion persuasively hid
who knows...
do you mmy rebel's rose 
  (c) 2012.....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

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Roses of a Tear Drop

I was given this rose
to put an end to these endless tears
He told me he loved me
instead he shoved me around
thinking I’m supposed to stick around
I was given a rose not out of love
such as compassion
but out of hurt and tears
Roses of a Tear Drop

The rain had begun to fall
struck a petal
as he watches it begin to fall
Didn’t bother trying to pick it up?
just look at it and step right over it

The rain that fell
Were my teardrops?
he watched me fall
and didn’t bother picking me up
He just looked at me all drowned in pain
Later on realizing he lost in the game
He gave me roses of a tear drop
not a rose out of love
such as someone to have compassion for
but given me a rose out of his hurt
and thinking I supposed to forgive him

Roses of A Tear Drop

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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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planting you 
a rose
the seed 
in one mind
awaiting the explosion
bang on 
dazzling beautiful

a fusion 
of flowers
lighting up 
within vision
like all the colours 
of a rainbow

budding to 
a beautiful flower
raising tall 
amongst the daisies
towering amongst flowers
as the sun smiles
brightening up
one garden
with flowers 
of all colours
the one colour 
standing out
my rose 
i behold you

a fragrant beauty
standing tall 
my flower
the flower 
of  flowers 
whom i adore

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

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Red Flower

Breezy afternoon
when all but rare roses shine
on your neck 
and there i am,
ripping the tapestry of chaste kisses.
One more afternoon, and another
these flowers red, I would soak
forever in our beaded bed.

Roses Roses Roses Contest

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There once were twelve sisters, fresh, long legged and beautiful
Clustered amongst baby's breath being featured on center stage
Day to day the attention needed waned in the settling dusty mire
Eleven sisters were lost in their glamoured celebration, all but one

Ruby in solo stands alone, surrounded by her sisters, dry, athirst
Amrs lay at their sides lifeless while each head is lowerd in prayer
Centered as if on point in a macabre ballet pose, Ruby is radiant
Starring in a magical garden dance titled, "A Mid-Summer Nightmare"

During the full moon, lunar rays spotlight her vessel-ed reservior
The stillness is broken by a haunting breeze, stirring up the dust
Slowly trickling downward over Ruby's like a mystical star conjuring
Ruby is blushing in the electric glow of a blood red magnificence

At last, dawn comes in a blistering and dry heat in the stale room
Ruby's long stem shrivels from lack of moisture, arms wilt at her side
Gracefully bowing her head, joining her eleven sisters in quiet prayer
Ruby's celebration of color, fragrance, ends her final performance...


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Why Should A Rose Be Red

Why should a rose be red?

Danger, caution, blood.

Why should a rose mean love?

Heart break, betrayal, lust. 

Why should I have listened?

Naive, young, a fool. 

Why should I have believed? 

Ignorance, fear, hope.

Why should you be dying?

Revenge, justice, hate.

Why should I follow?

Remorse, guilt ... pain.

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Sunken Rose Garden

She sits surrounded
By the romance of roses.
Close to being great,
A lady, at last.

On the milky viranda,
Along the perrfume path,
Like the dew drenched flower,
Reposed and waiting.

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To my eldest

Joshua Louis Pokorny Sullivan

Joshua was a beautiful soul
always soaring about

He brought love, laughter to everyone
even those who knew him not

Joshua was a beautiful soul
always expressing himself through art

He brought beauty, color, and humor
to everything he crossed

Joshua was a beautiful soul
always kind, compassionate, and strong

He tried to keep going and going
obstacles all along

Joshua was a beautiful soul
always funny, comforting, and smart

He knew just what to say and do
to make him be apart of you

Joshua was a beautiful soul
a wounded bird that no one could catch

He wanted to live in a life of ease
feeling no pain or disease

Joshua was a beautiful soul
no more problems to attend

He lives in Heaven now
like the Rose of Sharon

Joshua was a beautiful soul
the only rose in a field of trees.

He will always be loved
and never forgotten

Joshua IS a beautiful soul.........

Holly Moore, and my son, Jonathan Sullivan
July 2012

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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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sitting in the fields of four oclock flowers
thinking of the times the illusion disappeared
the roses that led me to your secret room
cartomancy told me one thing about quivering leaves

simplifying everything
me in the middle
simplify all these strings
lets fall in love all over again
destined to look like laughing demons

Sullying the estate of guarantees
never surrender to the broken breeze
tulips and we meet at five
dandelions and three oclock in the afternoon

a place for me to lead you there
lead you there
will you find me 
hiding there
match stick man
sipping on this lemonaide

simplifying the new world order
here in my living room
the leprachauns
the pumpkins
the mismatched easter bunny
all i can think is the times
destiny was sweet
the memory of the beast
the illusion to defeat

five oclock smells
two days to reply at the wishing well
the language of the bouquet
you can love me this way
in the garden
ever spring
the story of lovers
forgot in the cartomancy
we imprison this beast

the rose that violated me
rusting like a pianting
never forget the simplicity of the hearts tied
to the aura of my black ballooons
the rose made me fall to my knees
dont kill this beast
the parades for the fools
i'll be walking circles around times illusions
smelling the flowers in the midnight garden

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Her Love To Me

Her heart is gold and so is mine.
She is like a red rose in the meadow 
so soft and so sweet.
The scent she has is like a tropical orchid.
Her love to me is like a peaceful dove.
The way she sings makes my heart ring,
Oh! This voice, such a voice that would 
sooth a wild beast.
Let her love come like the red rose on a
warm day in spring would bring to me.

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Deracination and Uprooting the Rose

This moment of Rose and her
 -- sun soaked seconds dispelling 

Careful shades,

Til the clouds breathe
Warm breaths

Against the blue void

This of rose – her:
Aching caresses of green and brown

Within the 

of days, ice routines
running down tree-legs

toward a gold-licked floor:

this moment of rose 		and her

Veins of water, renewed, bursting 
Bulging on the straining arms

Of dark Earth bronzing in the light,
Bracing itself: 

Overwhelmed, flushed, panting

This moment of a rose, of her/of me, 
of being	                                              swept away

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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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leaving in one piece

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
Wishes  granted all once leaving in one piece

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Farewell Black Rose

Bloom in the brightest of times, 
Passionate black rose 
Blend with the splendid aroma…it’s a wish
I grant to you, exquisite black rose 
For you are my mother—withering away
Into the eerie night... you sway 
Gloom caresses you in the darkest of time,
Gorgeous black rose 
Mend the atmosphere overwhelmed with anguish 
When your heart gave way, beautiful black rose 
For you are my mother—driven away
Into the perilous sea… you say:

“Farewell, son/daughter of mine…Someday you’ll shine!”

Those last words will always be 
A broken record forever in my drenched heart  
Those last words led me in this debris
That forever took you away into the death’s cart! 

Beautiful black rose...I don't want to see you wither away!
Beautiful black in peace 'till the day
You bloom in the glorious times

Rest in peace, farewell
Black rose.

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For Spite

Of fair love I dreamed
Of true love I received-
What rose could be
So sweet?

But now my heart grieves
For the love far from me-
What thorn could be
So spiteful?

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Roses of a Tear Drop

                                                   I was given this rose
                                     to put an end to these endless tears.
                                                He told me he loved me,
                                        instead he shoved me around
                                 thinking I'm supposed to stick around.
                                     I was given a rose not out of love
                                                 such as compassion 
                                                but out of hurt and tears
                                                 Roses of a Tear Drop.

                                            The rain had begun to fall,
                                                        struck a petal, 
                                            as he watch it began to fall. 
                                         Didn't bother to try to pick it up 
                                just looked at it and stepped right over it.

                                                     The rain that fell
                                                    was my teardrops,
                                                   he watched me fall,
                                         and didn't bother to pick me up.
                                 He just looked at me all drowned in pain.
                                   Later on, realizing, he lost in the game.
                                      He gave me Roses of a Tear Drop,
                                                  not a rose out of love
                                 such as someone to have compassion for,
                                but giving me a rose out the pain he caused
                                    and thinking Im supposed to forgive him.
                                                 Roses of a Tear Drop.

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Glass of friendship

I know we moved from lovers to friends in a short moment in time.
But where was time when we were enjoying the moment?
Could it have been the beginning of true love? 
Or a great friendship?

The distance between us has made you blossom like a rose;
A rose encased by a delicate glass.
Denying the onlooker the pleasure to touch and pluck its petals.

Would breaking the glass harm the flower?
The rose being you,
And the glass friendship.

The distance between you, the glass and me is the desire for the inevitable.
Do you see what I see?
Do you see the glass break?
And do you see me without friendship?

As it would be shattered so our love could continue where it had never stopped.
But just delayed by the glass called friendship. 
Time has ministered to me of the way I feel for you.
And I hope that you feel the same way too.

Love from your admirer from behind the glass called friendship..

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To Endure a Thorn

Life is garden full of various fauna.
There will be brush that appeals to the touch and other vegetation that appeal to the other senses.
You will find flowers with the most intoxicating of fragrances. Witness flowers with the most beautiful of petals.
You will hear the buds come to blossom. Here you will taste the most exotic and comforting of nectars.
But the rose you seek will have the most thorns. 
This rose is called joy.
But to hold this rose means one must endure its thorns.
We must ignite the passion that can melt away the pain and rekindle the flame so it’s warmth can dry our eyes and rid us  of all our previous shame.
We do this all to hold a rose, spend restless nights , shed tears, feel scorned,
....all to endure a touch of a thorn.

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A Wild Rose

A wild rose was
growing along the
mountain road
    so freely,

until a young couple
came passing by one
fine day, so long ago.

She stooped down
and picked this flower
so beautiful to behold.

These young dear ones
made a vow that day,
saying that their love
would grow into the

beauty of this wild rose,
so tender and sweet,
a delicate love,
toward each other,

till the end of
time, to cast a
beauty like the
wild rose had
done for them.

wrote 10-13-08

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Gypsy Rose of Mystic Seaport

Gypsy Rose Of Mystic Seaport

She was known as the Gypsy Rose of 

Mystic Seaport by the tourists.

She would read their palms and 

sing them old sea dog songs 

from long ago.


But every now and then, the fairest rose 

to skirt around town would strangely

go missing.  Not so strange to the inhabitants

of this old sea town, because we knew

of her witchy ways, 

this mysterious sea wench.


Her preference wasn’t distinctive.

No, she liked blondes, red heads, 

brunettes even a few early grey headed lasses too,

she even liked the ones that wore thick black,

chunky eye glasses.


But they were all young and rather shapely,

that was her only vice.


She wore a wig as her disguise, but she would

drink their blood or do bizarre Wiccan tricks on them,

like give them colorful butterfly wings.


 But every time that devious, 

statuesque witch was through with these tourist ladies, 

she would snap their necks and leave their limp and bloodless

bodies at the edge of the Mystic Ocean Cemetery, 

where the candles were lit with a red glow every night.  


Our Gypsy Rose had bewitched 

them until they grew cold,

so we are told.

This is fiction. I'm in a storytelling mood tonight. It's a story of a sea witch.

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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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Rose Garden

Sitting in a rose garden with the one I love,
A warm summers evening,
Sipping nice cool wine, so devine
Hands touching hands, the scent from the flowers,
Heaven on earth, singing birds, tweet, tweet, tweet.
The setting of the sun is like fire in the trees
As their branches shimmer in the breeze.
The trickle of the fountain, calming of our spirit,
Sitting in a rose garden with my wife.

 This is my entry in the five senses, five elements competition

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symbolic snake

slithering world serpent through the ocean of air
impunity by nature , to understand thee thy dare
infiltrate , dominate , conversions at will
wooing the masses , lies , poisonous they spill
masters of craft , art , they have built
architects of time , vaults filled at their will
institutions of power , early monarchs of earth
treachery and greed , impregnated gave birth
systems of government , religion they've controlled
usurpers of power were quickly dethroned
ancient houses of regents , predetermined by blood
created confusion , unenlightenment by flood
waves of misery , waves of dark history
waves of slavery , waves of atrocities
emotions attuned to human tragedy
sacrifices made to garner sympathy
death incurred , monumental price to pay
wealth accrued in an evil way

white rose of life , black rose of death
checkerboard symbols , a mean game of chess
the world at large has been in constant check
checkmate is the purpose , by whom a good guess .

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Apple Fritter and a Single Rose

Apple Fritter and a Single Rose

After 30 years together, 
Carol tells me late one evening 
in the manner of a quiet wife
that I have yet to write a poem 

about her, something she 
will never understand in light 
of all those other poems
she says I wrote 

about those other women
before she drove north.
And so I tell her once again
I wrote those other poems 

about no women I ever knew 
the way I now know her
even if  I saw them once or twice
for dinner, maybe, 

and a little vodka 
over lime and ice.
Near midnight, though,
she says again

in the manner of a quiet wife
it’s been thirty years 
and still no poem.
When morning comes

I motor off to town to buy 
a paper and a poem 
for Carol
but find instead

undulating in a big glass case
an apple fritter,
tanned and glistening, 
lying there just waiting.

So I buy the lovely fritter
and a single long-stem rose
orphaned near the register,
roaring red, and still  

at full attention.
I bring them home but find 
Carol still asleep
and so I put the fritter

on the breadboard 
and the rose right next to it, 
at the proper angle.
When she wakes I hope 

the fritter and the rose 
will buy me time until
somewhere in the attic 
of my mind I find

a poem that says 
more about us than
this apple fritter,
tanned and glistening,

lying there just waiting,
and a single long-stem rose,
roaring red, and still
at full attention.

Donal Mahoney

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If You Be This Rose Inside

Lord, where is my faith
Does it rest among these stars
Each hand bare a rose inside
Bring courage to these ocean tides
The hand of God shall provide 
If you be this rose inside

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Rose now set in Stone....

My desert rose has returned to water
home at last is all that matters
no more distant seperation
thirsting now expectation

Butterfly feelings beat their wings
our joyfull hearts together sing
half now whole,soon we'll know
splendor in the field of gold

Each a light to sear the darkness
support to both from all the madness
as seperate lives we've learned plenty
now together we're surely ready........
....a rose now set in stone.....

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Inside Be This Rose

Lord, where is my faith 
Give each hand a rose 
Bring courage to thy will 
Let me hear your voice touch 
This Celtic wind 
Dwell Inside this rose 
Surely this heaven knows 
Bring me to this quiet place 
Join this rose in 
These cupped hands 
Flesh and bone 
Carry this soul 
Let these hands 
Take complete control 
The hand of God 
Shall open wide 
Inside, be this rose

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Big  honest eyes
Different  to the others.
Soft,   shy,   gentle nature:
A sunlit rose among weeds,
A  new dress of   blue and green.

Now in a claustrophobic mask
In the darkened room of  a  tent,
Clown performing circus tricks
Falsely funny for a coarse audience,
Speech choked by noise, afraid to speak,
Appears familiar to all but
Who really knows her?
Ugly duckling not yet a flying swan.

Jelly   the  Clown
Eager to please the audience,
An invented   person to be liked:
Exploitation is invited -
Throw a pie at her -
Jelly  is loved.    Angela   is unknown.
A thousand eyes give no real love.
Jelly  inside   aches  to return
To   a  weedless  rose garden

It was a new dress once.
But dirty ragged cloth is unwanted
In a   room  of   perfection.
An   outsider   which  does not belong.                                    
Scream   abuse   at  it -
A Cinderella   cloth  to be bullied -
It   has   rips and stains,
Its real worth   is   shadowed,
Its   real   nature is   perverted.
Use it  and  throw it aside after.

The performance nears its end.                                     
Raising  a ragged flag  of distress,
Big eyes  penetrate  a silent listener
In   the dark back row
Beckoning to   Angela.
And   two   voiceless  soulmates 
Return  to  the  roses.

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FREE CEE the rose the grows next door


Why did you ask why we did that?
Who knows? 
Who knows why the rebel held a rose
A rose who rose to the occasion
And lent lessons on how to hold a flower
Properly and not as property or such
Tender to the touch
Lest flakes of red be shed by lips of moisture born
Two souls so close
Two minds set so far apart
But heart met panting heart on nights of youthful yearning
The rebel bent on learning
The rose dripping virgin dew
And all this so brand new
The rose laid the rebels head gently upon a cloud angels claimed her bed
While a rebel was held captive by every petal and what the rose had said
She said “I be a rose for a rebel to behold
I, a bit older yet here to soothe two souls smoldering desires
A rose who glows and a rebel who sets fires”
Did you ask why we did that?
Who knows?
Do you my rebel’s rose?
       © 2012 “That rose’s rebel" PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

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Winter Rose

I planted a winter rose , and cultivated the symbol of love. For these roses are 
purely just,
 for these roses are more than any I suppose.
 My winter rose is but summer filled.
 with moonlit walks and passion thrills.
 For I am partial to song and dance.
 Clearly guided by cherubs bringing romance.
 For rose is my color and song, and rose is my lovers thong. Wrapping her in 
thorns so sweet, 
pricking her toes and binding her feet.
 Rose was and is the flower of love,
 blooming bright in its splendor.
 what else can I ask for?

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Shall I Be?

I sleep. The hours tick by mercilessly; Unfilled, purposeless, full of potential. “What to do? What to do???” I mutter, tumbling, Like Alice, down the rabbit hole. My hands push down ballooning petticoats. Careful not to show or touch anything. I twirl beneath the pile down comforters. The hours tick by crimson red; And in the dream, the rose Queen shouts. “Off with HER HEAD!” An eyebrow is plucked whole from my face. It falls matted and to the ground Leaving me, brow akimbo, surprised, and horrified. “What to do? What to do? What to do???” Half shorn. Half drawn. Half born? A painter’s pallet appears before me. A brow is drawn… for me. Yet, the Rose Queen still screams on. “Off with HER HEAD!” “Off with HER HEAD!”

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I once saw/From above

I once saw caterpillars become butterflies,
And Fly high, high into the ash cloud, then plummet to the ash below.

I once saw a rose open its petals under the sun, 
As if wanting to embrace and be embraced.
Then from above a hand eclipsed its sun,
And descended towards it, and unknowingly gave the rose the gift of his last breath.

From above I carefully observed to every detail,
From plants decaying to the young child dying.

From above, high above,
I witness something called the symphony of death.

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It is crying for milk and for 

it’s mother’s warm

it is surrounded by rotten leaves and wastes

It is crying for it’s mothers lift

It might have been born before an hour

That rose hasbeen left alone in that bin

who is it’s mother and why she deserted it?

‘He’ only knows and none cares it’s cry

Though that road is busy and crowdy

none comes to help it

Though many mothers crossed that road but

a mother with mercy hasn’t crossed there

seconds,minutes have gone and

it’ has stopped it’s cry. and it’s breath

After it’s death,

a van from an orphanage came

to burry that rose in the earth.


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Rose's Prisoner

I lay within a rose of ash
bleeding color into its cracks
watering it with my tears
no one knows that i am here
i spread its love with my screams
within a feild of paper dreams
its thorns are the pain i hold
hating none; hating all
betrayal makes a petal drop 
falling hard like a rock
it breaks apart in the wind
calling out to the land
within a rose of ash i stay
keeping me prisoner every day
the paper flowers grow in white
the only light within the night
this world is black and white and gray
shades of my mind encased
hellow, im here, i swear im not gone
im dissapearing, with all the wrong
breaking down im caught in chains
within this paper rose of ash each day

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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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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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Mahogany Rose

There's a mahogany rose that only grows, within this heart of mine, and can grow 
old if let outside, for its fragile to the flow of time. Frozen in my heart to see, to 
remember what once belonged to me, her love I thought would always be, I can 
only feel now, through memory. 

There's a mahogany rose that only grows within this heart of mine, a rose so 
special, that it does not need, rain or even sunshine. It grows and lives from the 
tears I cry, and images from a past that long ago died. So strong it seems deep 
down inside, yet drapes a little more, remembering her goodbye.

There's a mahogany rose that only grows, in a place where loves memories 
move slow. Trapped now in this hypnotic maze, where remembering all of what 
used to be continually change. Simply seeing her walk away, now I know that 
nothing stays the same. 

There's a mahogany rose that only grows, within this heart, now made of stone. 
Tried so hard but can't let go, u told me that you'd love me so, and now that this 
pain is all I know, I'm cold, for all I have left is this mahogany rose...

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The Mausoleum

Weathered black veined granite walls
Built so many years before
Moss covers the slippery walls
Stained black by years of endless rain
Grass grows on antique slate shingles
Ferns grow in nearly unseen cracks
Caused by ages of neglect
The name has long since faded
The plate fell away and vanished
If it was ever there
Moonlight flickers between distant clouds
Shining through broken stained glass
Dancing on a mahogany coffin
Every morning a red rose arrives
Sitting on steps worn long before
No one knows from where
Who lies in this silent home?
No one will tell if anyone even remembers
The rose wilts into dust
Carried away with the next sun
Whoever lies in this eternal rest sleeps quietly
Knowing that one person
Unknown to the rest of the world
Remembers them at least once a day
And for them…that is enough.

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The Rose

This rose stand so bold with
Blossom of elegance and
Each petal sparkle with the 
Kiss of the early morning
This rose blossom with posh
Subtle beauty reign
The essence of life makes this
Rose a masterpiece of nature
Such splendorous beauty
Cascading hues colors of 
The rose,
With the early morning dew
Twinkling down each petal
Each leaf
Nothing so beautiful as
The rose in the early morning

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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 Forlorn Sea

The grasses were the first to arrive
Sprouting slowly all around me
Hardly more than enough to sway in the hushed wind
Steady, steady they rose to shroud him
Days became a flooding of months
Still he lay where he had fallen
Silent, barely moving to breathe
Empty inside
Like his eyes echoing his heart
Beyond despondency he lay

The grasses parted to give way to the rise of trees
Struggling under the rainless skies to climb ever higher
And they did all around him
Reaching higher to touch the cloudless skies
Still he lay hardly moving
Silent as the gentle swept wind
Hallowing through the canopy of many leaves
That filtered light down across him
And no shadow did he cast
For he was empty
Bereft inside

The years became decades and in turn they to gave way
To centuries while he lay still where he had fallen 
Rains came and went, fell into snows
And gone again many times as seasons rose to fall away
Giving birth to a pond become lake and finally a sea yawning
Endlessly save for his island of trees and grasses
But he would not move
He would not stir from his place
The spot where he had fallen
Hollowed like his heart
Barely moving to breathe
His eyes never closing
Never blinking

He lay there . . . he lies there still
Unstirred by time, nor day, nor night
Unmoved by life all around him
Alone on his island in the forlorn sea
Where the trees sway quietly
And the tall grasses shush
In the murmuring wind
To fall with a hush into night
For his heart echoes deeply inside one breath of love

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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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remembering a love of insperation

mind is weak,
with the faint feel of laughter.
careful with the antique, i call my soul
caresses no longer feel pleasent,
the roses no longer smell sweet.
and for you my dear i will repeat:
laughter passes the time,
the memories i have made with you.
coffee helps the ryhme,
fatal dreams collapse in fallin dew.
and in all my pain i have forgotten face.
your face and my place.
in this demented world of loney.
maybe i'd love again, if only...
mind is melted 
with an odd sense of anger,
careful with the fancy, i call my spirit
caresses encase the feeling of pleasent,
the rose is the rose to my love,
and you have picked at it too long.

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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