Flower Age Poems

An existential crisis
Left to my own devices
Not an ounce of assistance
Never show any resistance
Just comply and let it be
Dignity isn't a necessity

I'm not the flower...

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I hug secrets
  and dusty thoughts
          fading
falling into silence
   becoming invisible

My mind is...

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Sleep now and dream my preconscious sweet little one 
For the gifted life and future is yours
To grow with vigour and splendidly blossom
Under the ripening...

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A life is pending on the earth. 
as it is a dream of mine. 
It is not necessary that he be a human.
A flower can...

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You wrap yourself 
in the feather boa fantasy of his dreams
sinuous you; X-rated and never sated
dancing to rock ‘n roll— 80’s dated

welcome to the conjugal...

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Compliments 


(,Guy talking to girl)
Hello beautiful 
How are you 
Did I tell you a delegate rose or flower 
The lady of the hour 
You have...

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My childhood of the 1960's,
all those years ago,
feels like a Saturday in my
journey nostalgic.
The Cowsill's song "Flower Girl,"
their purity of song, of smiles.
A daydream streams,
of...

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‘I’m okay, you’re okay’ is a mask in the land of pretend.

Hide your face and how it twists into such an ugly thing,
How it wrinkles...

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Old age doesn’t exist for all
   Because many claim its presence;
I submit that living goes on
   Through many-hued firmaments.

A shade of...

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the plump raindrops fall
glad blooms drink their age-old wine
sunrise colors soon


Group 4...

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As time passes
I count the dawn's glimmering glow
and marvel at the rich color of each sunset
where I have changed without notice
the mirror never changes
only my...

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** SCENES FROM HOME **

The curtain wafts on an open-window’s breezing air, like liquid 
Blue in the room, bringing beauty with magic’s tracing

The woman with...

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The clock has struck.
It's way too late.
There are no thoughts left to pollinate.
The planet warms.
They've sealed their fate with
fires and storms, wars and hate.
It's way...

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So little fifteen, and a small heart within a small body liable to crumble between my fingers..
She is fifteen with the age of wisdom that...

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He put his hand on my butt, at my age
Maybe I should have mooned him full of rage
'Twould be nothing like the act, he'd set...

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