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Mother's Garden

 
Mother's Garden ~~ I grew up amongst every kind of plant and flower, Beyond our gate was the garden of dear mother; This Eden was colourful, tangled and so sensational, So erratic, untamed and just totally unmanageable. Mother knew the Latin names of each blooming posy, The iris, lily, rose, aster, dahlia, marigold and peony; I really loved the purple larkspur and pink gardenia, Mother said she loved them all but adored camellia. Brightly painted butterflies danced and glided happily, And the nesting birds all sang their songs so loudly; We had an old swing and we would sit and sip tea, In the shade of the trees, just my mother and me. O to turn back the clock of time, moving and clicking, To be in my mother's garden again, a child dreaming. _________________________________________ July 2, 2014 Sonnet Entered in the contest, Any poem under 15 lines, Poet Destroyer First Place


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Andrea the POETESS

Three dozen Roses, Red ,Yellow and White
To show my affection for POETIC insight
Her Quilled POETRY : Inspirations; ignite
The Pen in my hand as I write through the night

When words from her Heart, in a new POEM appear
I read it twice over 'til message is clear
The image so vivid as Roses "Pure" White
My mind carries her words in Dreams through the night

I wake up refreshed, with a pen in my hand
Thank-YOU Andrea Dietrich; I now understand
I will shout to the World; throughout the whole land
With a feeble Tribute to make YOU feel Grand

As my pen tries to emulate YOUR Talented Quill
Roses for Andrea and Her POETRY skill
     
Inspired by the Contest "A Soup member worthy of a Tribute"
                     Sponsored by " Richard Lamoureux " 

                   Dedicated to  the LOVELY POETESS
                              " ANDREA DIETRICH "


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GRAND GARDEN WEDDING

Cherry blossoms stargaze as spring air comes; East and west cross at Bells of Ireland: warm and calm; Welling slowly to cede: tender sage thoughts, Upon two hearts link, after hundreds of sought and fought. Cathedral posts accent with ribbons of violets. Congregate white orchids grin alongside the aisles, Roseband sings tunes: forget-me-not to highest. Wearing her lavender gown,Heather walks with smiles; Clasp in her hands,tulip bouquet, guests she stun Her Lilac in tuxedo waits: eyes locked tight in knot Gentleness bestow from heavens, ever won Their iris fuse glued; love radiating allot Matching band's inscription: embroidered golden rings Baby's breath, a grand wish soon very soon, will spring.
NOTE: All bold words are different flowers.. :) I always love flowers. I am always fascinated of their beauty and charm but more than these I am inspired by them: philosophically and emotionally as well ... :D (c) Olive Eloisa 11:45pm June 24, 2014 Sponsor Cyndi MacMillan Contest Name GARDEN PARTY: VERB-alized NOUN-sense with FLORAL ACCENTS placed 2nd place.. :) to God be the greatest glory :)


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Field in Retrospect

There’s a path of flowers I glide across Such a beautiful color made of gloss Orange pieces of delight made to pass Within this meadow that is long to last The blades of grass are surely tall with pride Turning colors from green to brown inside There’s a lone tree in the sight of the field Where orange and red leaves become its build Flowers impact this field in retrospect Looking at it from my past with respect Power of the flower is prominent Secure in my heart which is dominant Orange is the color of the plant’s choice Field is glad of their presence, they rejoice
Russell Sivey


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Love

Oblivion mind,
wandering in thoughts.
Idiotic smile,
promises and hopes.
Hand in hand,
tumbling on slopes.
This is love

Running away from this world.
Warm bodies sliding in sheets,
to find another world.
Burning in cold flames.
No fear ... no shame ... no games
This is love








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Rose, Oh Rose

Rose you greet me in the dawn of ages
wondrous flower of sweet scent and beauty
the heavenly array of the oranges
vieing with yellows and reds so dainty

Rose for me you symbolize lasting peace
many swear undying love in your name
crafted by nature a true masterpiece
deemed royal your rivals you overcame

Dreamily I admire your wondrous shape
so truly perfection personified 
you dominate yet too bless the landscape
it is no wonder you are glorified

Rose of luster, temptress of my senses
filling me with your lovely incenses


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TEMPTING A FLOWER


Come now, “look like the innocent flower,”
a virgin in bloom crowning a night’s skin
each petal rises, a nymph of the hour
while silken limbs toss for dance to begin.

The charm of her face, stars could not resist
a glow enshrined oh scented  flesh can tempt,
but youth chastened  finds pureness in eve’s mist
unveiling ovule’s lace with sweet intent.

And as she bounces in raw abandon
the grass surrounds her tresses, locks alight
for only innocent blush can adorn
an April rare untouched by darkness’ bite.

Let not a flower pale from shady antics
allow her to glisten until she pricks!


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“Look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under it.” 
? William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Frank  H.'s  Contest


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So many roses I saw today

So many roses I saw today
On the same bed they all lay. 
With roses I will dream tonight,
Pink, red, yellow and white… 
 
If a single rose I free and smell
The garden will frenzy and yell,
I aspire to be like a bumblebee:
Invisible wings to nestle and flee. 
 
The breeze carried a whiff adrift
Dancing within the edifices rift 
On my chest I pinned four medals
Pink, red, yellow and white petals:
 
A single rose can guild me to Eden 
Or linger on Nature’s bosom hidden


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You I Dream Of

A flower grows from beneath a blanket
 Of fine and purest white
 It reaches toward the sun for warmth,
 For heat and for the light

 My love for you grows stronger still,
 Despite the surrounding cold
 My heart is yours, bartered gone
 For yours has it been sold

 Its petals shine from morning dew
 Its stem grows stiff and strong
 It stands strong through the freezing cold
 It stands the winter long

 I long for you, for your soft touch
 I miss the way you smile
 The longer that we stay apart
 The longer every mile

 The flower stretches through the snow
 It reaches toward the sun
 And now without you the color is gone
 The flower's petals, dun

 But as we talk, and as we learn
 The flower comes back to life
 The snow now melts and goes away
 As you take away my strife

 Spring is here and growth abounds
 As you and I are one
 We are together, we are in love
 The snow for now is done

 I see the future, in dreams I have
 Of our life, long and true
 I see the times where all I need
 Are comforting words from you

 I see the times when winter comes
 As winter tends to do
 But we still love, and we still live
 And I do still love you

 And so we live, with children ours
 And a life of much to see
 With love we live, to live we love
 Happy together are we

 I see the flower, older now,
 But still strong with fresh new leaves
 I see it growing, tall and strong
 Reaching to the eaves

 We are now old, as years have passed
 But old together are we
 And strong our love still today
 As strong as it can be


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Tip of Tongue

What happens to those words we never say?
Many times words are left on tip of tongue
for some love is the hardest word to say
forgotten like thoughts and songs never sung

yet our minds remember it all so clear
instead of words we remained silent
as maturity grows erases fear
a few not said words may be violent

being able to speak truly a gift
words of kindness comes and goes straight from heart
a few kind words can give spirits a lift
and some words can tear someone’s heart apart

keep in mind actions speak louder than words
reach for those flowers instead of those swords


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Sweet Flowers of May

Sweet flowers of May how you do entice 
lifting and filling my soul with beauty
swaying in the breeze and releasing spice
aromas that enthrall sharp and minty

Tumbling roses cover the pergola
sweet musky scent is hanging in the air
robust colours of the gladiola
poking up a most tempting derriere

Fascinated I watch it bob about
as my lover stoops pulling out the weeds
hot and sweaty he does a turnabout
holding my hand he now shows me his deeds

Beds free of weeds that able to flourish
just like our love for each other we cherish


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Upon a Bed of Petals

There placed on my bed from my wife so sweet Is a pile of rose petals so elite Gorgeous they are with a symbol of love Shaped like our small hearts, glories from above Their light fragrance filled up our entire room There’s not an inkling of impending doom This love that’s not crafted from a patent There's just happiness and joy are present The petals together represent time Each one is a year unified, aligned Now we are to lay on this bed of joy These petals for each of us to enjoy I pull you down with pure romance installed We then reach the height of passion enthralled
Entered into Gail Angel Doyle's "Upon A Bed Of Petals" contest 3/20/2013


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Lazy Day

Under sunlight waits a voiceless desire
Gray clouds roll in to dim the cheerful day
Open blossoms cheer up the self-esteem
While some of the folks now decide to pray

White daisies create a delicate spray
As butterfly flutters close to the heart
Gold sunflowers begin to faintly sway
While gentle leaves blow and choose to depart

An autumn sunshine dawns distinct to start
Soft colors, crisp and fresh, seem to appear
All the stories the season does impart
Tales of joy, truth and all that’s sincere

These summer dreams fading into visions
As time shifts will the heart choose it listens?


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The Rose

Once upon a time there was a single blooming Rose.
The world rejoiced at all the beauty given her to show.
But as with every rose her time was shortly bestowed.
After, the world felt hollow, so intense did its sorrow flow.

They sought a reminder of the beacon they once did truly hold.
They found a small flower of white that in its purist form did unfold.
The thorns reminded all, that the original could never be theirs again.
But still it did impart hope, for another one, like their virtuous friend.

Eventually the flower was cultured and created into what we hold to now.
For even the present is needy of something so precious to hold some how.
And though no one remembers how the flowers’ name was earlier sown…
It still holds us tightly to the purity, hope, and beauty its known to bestow.

There are many legends that have traveled down to us thru the years.
But there are none so beautiful as the one that became the Rose so dear.


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COLORS PARADE

Bang spectrum of Confetti start the celebration! Rosy majorettes clad in brick red whistle thrice, Golden tassel batons toss and fly, greets sky! Her comrade increase the feat heat synchronization, Thunder cheers flood alongside adding spice. Beginning their flamboyant rhythm and blues sound Are black and white drum and bugle epic vibrations. Come in well coordinated act: all nice Loud gigantic flowered covered floats in slow motion Meatball, the big brown bear, pop and arise, ''Catching the Big one'', orange fish rolls down, Sweet fragrance of roses afloat around. Yellow haired boy from ''Sea of Surprises'', drown the frown. Tempted eyes, ears, nose and feet in joyous heights!
(c)Olive Eloisa 11:45pm June 26, 2014 Originally entitled: COLOURS for the contest Colours of Shadow Hamilton placed 4th.. :) Note: Inspired by "Tournament of Roses Parade". During New Year's Time, me and my mom views this telecasted tournament.. :) I love the creativity and the great imagination of the rose float creators..:D!!! This is held annually in California, USA sponsored by Honda. How wonderful it is if this seen live.. :)! On my readings, each year there is a theme to inspire the creators. The first ever theme was about Patriotism, this year: "Dreams come True" and next year: "Inspiring Stories".


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From a Red Rose

Am I joyful, or am I somber?
Am I radiant, or recoiling?
Do I reach out to you, or do I hide? 
Can you tell? Will I decide?

Am I simple, or am I puzzling?
Do I caress you, or keep my distance?
Am I your true love, or just a stranger?
Will you ever know? Will I ever surrender?

Am I warm to you, or cold, impassive?
Do I allow you into me, or elude you?
Will I ever reveal myself to you, or for ever shut you out?
Please don't give up. 
Keep looking, stranger, my true love.


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My Friesland

I've come at last, my Friesland;
I'll never leave again,
But watch the budding trees stand
Above the grassy plain.

From the smallest little flow'rs that grow,
To the tallest steeple's rise,
You're the fairest country that I know
Beneath the bluest skies.

Everywhere I walk, I see,
My memories are true;
The people smiling back at me,
Their eyes are sparkling too.

From Bolsward down toward Heerenveen,
The dearest land I've seen;
What shame I nearly left for good,
When I was but fifteen.

I've come at last, my Friesland;
My wand'ring I resign:
Oh, sprawling, comely sealand,
What joy to call you mine!


{Form begins as a sonnet and continues as quatrain.}


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Eclipse

The Sun is leaving my room by the window
Oh, do not abandon my lips alone, a breeze
Is barely a kiss, return and lay in my bed now
Lock our lips and pay the fee of your Release
 
Fast, before I recall the last night and blush,
And while my house silently sleeps, remove
Your shirt and untie my gown last bow, Rush
Because I hear the coo of the rooftop’s dove,
 
Let me hide your face among my bosom,
if you leave a scorching mark, Do not frown
with worry, it will bud like a rose blossom
poured by joyful tears and will overgrown.
 
I will not look by the window, even a glimpse
My sun remains with me, love is an eclipse.


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The Broken Girl-not me

Is my life not tortured enough for you to see? 
I am broken as can be. 
My heart is torn. 
My tears stain these perfect floors.  
Why are singing with glee? 
Why do you not care about my every plea? 
I am trapped in your arms. 
I am the hopeless moth. 
How did you pick me? 
What is it that you see? 
A girl untouched by life? 
A flower blooming in the desert? 
I have said goodbye to my loving integrity.  
You took that from me through R-A-P-E.


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Hummingbird

Hummingbird


Hummingbird flapping iridescent wings,
hovers above patch of cardinal blooms.
Feasting in mid-air is an amazing thing,
over twice its weight the small bird consumes.
Aerodynamic bird loved by many,
Can fly backward, forward and side to side.
Its weight is slightly above a penny.
Tiny legs limit the little bird’s stride.
Hummingbirds are of various colors.
The backs of some are emerald or brown.
The ruby throat bird is seen more than others.
There are several colors for their crowns.
Wherever insects and nectar are found,
there’s sure to be a hummingbird around.


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Flaming Moon

Moon stops a while, glides motionless, 
twinkling stars hide and seek, in silent glee, 
soft, sweet summer breeze, gently rustles, 
fragrance of lavender, wafts in the innocent air, 
black night dances along, unfolds tenderly, 

Listening to the silent song of the night, 
we lay together on the grass, delightfully, 
her head nestling on my arm, hands clasping my shirt tightly, 
she moves a bit, tenderly, enraptured in some beautiful dream, 
sweet summer breeze flows along, caressing tenderly.

She stirs a bit, awakens slowly, 
smiling shyly, beautiful doe eyes look into mine, 
our hands touch, silky skin in radiant glow, 
we turn, lips touching, slowly, delicately, 
she sighs, comes closer, snuggling in once again, 
beautiful black night dances along, lingering tenderly. 
© Avijeet Das


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Party of the Garden's Pride

Tea Rose arrives first, claims her chair by the bird bath as Irises turn bearded faces on the path. They offer admiring glances to Gardenias, who promenade ahead of the pink Begonias. Black-Eyed Susans adorn our festive garden deck, where Florida’s Orange Blossoms stand so erect. Shuffling through the garden come seven Dianthus, followed closely by a host of Lisianthus. Tea party underway at the garden table, Four O’Clocks make a tardy showing, unable to raise their weary heads before late afternoon. Here in my back yard with these flowers I commune. Imbibing nectar, joyful hours just slip away, but we vow to meet again the very next day.
*Written June 8, 2014


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Garden of pleasure

Please step into my garden it's very dark I know
the lights through the red roses will soon glow
Come smell the trumpet lilies make your senses twirl
table set with red gingham amongst the roses that swirl
through an archway where a twin seat is placed
Tea lights adorn every spare space
The rice salads look inviting, along with the rest
BBQ chicken almost ready, will taste the best
amongst  the beautiful  impatiens of every hue
table fountain tinkling simply to relax you
Sit back with a glass of sangria in your hand
Gentle Viennese waltz transports you to another land
The visual impact of my garden is surreal 
the white pots of Busy Lizzie do not look real
Lamium spreading in the garden bed to enhance the view 
My garden is for pleasure, come your invited too.





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Garden Tour

It's time for our yearly garden tour.
My yard is one of the chosen.
Folks will be coming through to view
by the few or by the dozen. 
I'll be serving the tantalizings,
sandwiches sized in tete-tete,
edible flowers as  salads,
along with tea at every plate.
Paeonia and papavers
And rosa of every shade,
the bright pinks and reds and yellows, dazzle
and have not yet begun to fade.

To protect our flora we must forbid
that you bring your dog or careless kid.


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The Potent Beauty of Paleness or to a Pale Pink Blossom

How could I’ve forgiven myself, 
amongst all the vibrant blossoms in the garden, 
to have missed you,
so gentle and subtle in your paleness.
 
For the world’s beauty dwells in paleness, too.
Eternal beauty’s in subtleness and the muted,
In the restrained and the ashen.
It’s in the absent and the hinted.

And missing you would have been,
Like a kind and tender countenance, unseen,
A gentle caress, unnoticed, 
A truthful whisper that was missed,
A never received blown kiss.



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Garden Party

The garden abounds flowers tumbling down
from the trellis roses sweetly scented
delicate pots strewn with colourful crown
groaning tables are with flowers crested

Plates filled with delicacies await
vol-au-vents and laden pastries sit
hungry mouths will eat and evaluate
leaving behind scattered crumbs of wit

Romances will flourish under the hot sun
dalliance or two with consequences
that appear in nine months to the ton
causing aslant glances at the lapses

Still the flowers bloom with vibrancy
colourful petals gleam all waxy


written 06/24/2014

contest Garden Party

footnote 

Ton is another word for people from the nobility
ie lords, earls and ladies


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Dewdrop Dreams

Wettest dewdrop hangs soundless on the edge
Of flashy, cheerful orange red lily
Mirroring emerald green foliage
Balanced close by, aimless, o’er the beauty

Dew drenched pea green shrubbery is carefree
With bright and showy blooms seen everywhere
Bold blue purple and yellow or cherry
Beside soft pinks and deep, dark red fanfare

Exquisite colored hues caught by prayer
Leaving murky shadows across lush grass
Light summer breeze falls across thoroughfare
Caressing, softly touching to surpass

Mild morning drop carries good memories
Of contented moments spent with fancies







Written on August 10th, 2014
©2014 by Regina Riddle


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Garden party


Just two of us you and me,
Meeting in dark under the stars,
A Garden party especially for we,
Roses and Lillies, gifts no bars,

Table for two laid on one side,
Silky top, vases and colourful frills decorate,
With my beloved desirous of moonlit ride,
Awed, might not subtle emotions precipitate,

Choice of our favourite foods to relish,
Luscious desserts to feast will amaze,
Seducing attire, gems and diamonds embellish,
Sitting beside, won't set the souls ablaze ?


Wish that the garden party doesn't ever last,
Lost in Togetherness, take leave of the past !



Written on 3/7/14
Contest- Garden party
Sponsor- Cyndi Macmillan


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The Plight of the Bumble Bee

Hello, I am a buff-tailed bumble bee,
But in this fair and pleasant land, I’m dying.
Intensive farming methods, can’t you see ?
Do not provide the flowers for which I’m sighing.
The meadow’s gone, and were that not enough
The butterflies and moths are suffering too –
So many native plants you’re killing off;
Make no mistake, this will impact on you !
When you see me, ‘dozing’ in a flower,
I’m helping to produce the crops you need –
I zig-zag flower to flower and hour by hour
Transport the pollen to produce the seed.
	Be friendly, plant bee-friendly plants for me –
	I’ll buzz and be a hive of industry.


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A Sonnet For The Endearing Rose

A gentle being, is the rose;
though its nails can be quite sharp.
The lovely flower, I suppose; 
controls the human heart.

For valentines, it bleeds so red; 
for mother’s, yellow sun.
All will bow their lovely heads; 
once their day is done.

Their fragrance, it will mesmerize; 
all those who are near.
It doesn't matter, what their size; 
lovers, they draw near.

So much more regal than the rest; 
the rose, is nature’s family crest, 

7-29-2014


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Garden Party Contest - Sonnet

This is my first at a sonnet, a very nice lady told me where to research and here is my try.


The sun is shinning and the breeze is a blow
my table is all white with lace in it's place
and tea cups in a row.

Fresh, red watermelon in tiny scoops with
orange marmalade sandwiches 
in the shape of a loop.

The lavender garden all a bloom with fuzzy,
yellow and black bumble bees, kissing it's plumes.

A garden party is always a treat, it is a place
where after the flowery garden walk you can 
sip tea, have a laugh, even tell a secret, a true
friend will keep.

A place in nature you can peacefully
rest your feet.


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Flower Or Weed


FLOWER OR WEED?

We seek out special flowers in the field,
That stand among the weeds in scarce array…
Quick pluck them from the thorns, a tiny yield,
Arrange them, stem by stem for our display.
Then serving on a table, shelf or sill,
Their fragrant beauty eases stress and strife,
While in the field the crowded weeds will still
Meander on in wild pursuit of life.

The weeds grow dense and tangled in their clime,
Drink deep of soil and live for sun and rain,
While full, rich flowers, giving of their prime,
Will sooner wilt, their goodness spent for gain.

What's best to be—a carefree, rambling weed,
Or special flower, plucked to serve a need?


November 24, 2014
Contest: Encounters With Flowers
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen


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Color burst

Kaleidoscope fields; 
wild flowers in bloom
Poppies dance their reels; 
thought there’s not much room.

Floral canvas palette;
soaking up some sun.
Nature has such talent; 
her colors never run.

Mother Earth births beauty; 
but secrets, she will keep.
With offspring’s fruity flavors; 
for joy, the taste buds leap.

Scenes like this, induce great bliss.
Thank the Earth, for her soft kiss.


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Queen of the Hedgerow

The absolute surprise of your face
brings joy to the Spring in snow’s place.
The royal, velveteen, purple hues
glorify the chill morning dew.

England, bonnie England, Buckinghamshire
birthed the little flower of my hearts desire.
Whether Johnny-jump-up or Pied Heart’s Ease
these colorful dickens cause nary a sneeze!

Tiny faces peek from hedgerows and bushes
making our flower beds look oh, so luscious.
A grand variety of Russian yellow or white
each and every wee monkey a rare delight.

So, to you dear Pansy I say, “Hip Hip Hurray!”
May there ne’r come a Spring you’re not on display!




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My Flower Love

           MY FLOWER LOVE
Hid in the deepest dark and soul of me
where no one ever thought could be a thing
a flower grows, called love, and longs to be
all of your deepest dreams a night could bring.

And if this night does whisper your desire
through mine own heart, and through my fingertips,
my flower love shall burst into a fire
as surely as the meeting of our lips.

To lay you down and enter love so deep
into the very heart of you I go
then damp with passion, it's the time for sleep
to dream the dream again so few could know.

        And as the dawn lights through my window pain, 
          my flower love--I'll love you once again.


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Rose for all Seasons

Spring

As He looked down from the heavens above,
He created spring and prepared the earth.
He decided Eden needed more love
and made this the season for a new birth.

A perfect garden but man was alone.
One night He caused man to dream in his sleep
and opened his breast removing a bone.
A flower was planted for man to keep.

I am that mate, I’m man's flowering rose.
I was planted in spring in hallowed ground. 
Created in beauty the gardener knows,
the flower of man, to him I am bound.

No longer will man be alone to toil.
Planted in spring in God’s loving soil.


Summer

Now is the season I have come to bloom.
Thriving in summer, the gardener’s plan.
Born as a flower within the earth’s womb.
A beautiful rose created for man.

His gift of a flower since time began.
Companion for life, a loving soul mate.
Blossoming strength in the summertime span.
Flowering beauty at the garden gate.

I am that rose, such a wonderful fate.
Strength in beauty, I’m the gardener’s rose.
Created for man so we can relate.
I stand behind him where the garden grows.

Grace in beauty and feminine power.
Standing with him, I’m the summer flower.


Fall

Fall is the season of power and might.
A soul mate I was created to be
and placed in the garden at God’s decree.
Behind my man in the gardener’s sight,
a feminine rose is the male delight.
As I stand next to him, for all to see,
my mystical power that set him free
and the gardener smiled for it was right.

Fall is the season I start to relax,
the breeze is provoking my rest and sleep.
It is the season, our work is now done.
Together all year we learned all the facts
and memories that we, forever keep.
For we have been blessed together as one.


Winter

Winter lends a blanket of snow
here in the place where gardens grow.
Blossomed all year beautifully dressed.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

The gardener knows the reason,
my beauty doubles next season.
I gave him strength, held to my breast.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

My man smiles because of the rose.
A winter sleep is just repose.
A rose for a man, passed the test.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

Winter lends a blanket of snow.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.



Author Notes:

Spring:  Shakespearian sonnet
Summer: Spenserian sonnet
Fall: Petrarchan sonnet
Winter: Kyrielle sonnet



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Orgasm

           ORGASM
Hid in the deepest dark and soul of me
where no one ever thought could be a thing
a flower grows, called love, and and longs to be
all of your deepest dreams a night could bring.

And if this night does whisper your desire
through mine own heart, and through my fingertips,
my flower love shall burst into a fire
as surely as the meeting of our lips.

To lay you down and enter love so deep
into the very heart of you I go
then damp with passion, it's the time for sleep
to dream the dream again that few could know.

        And as the dawn lights through my window pane,
          my flower love--I'll enter you again.


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Scent of Ink

The flowers’ aroma floats in the air;
Happy bees kiss stigma all day long;
Attracts butterflies here and there,
Encircle blooms with their love song.

Though thousand flower fragrances,
Fulfilled the mind of the daydreamer,  
Are unmatched with the ink essence;
Only few people became ink creator.

Search the ways to stay near ink bowl,
Close to you who frame nice artistry
Where a soft scent stacked in my soul.

For ever, will last the scent of poetry;
Truly mankind is not his self owner; 
The body will perish when life’s over!