Time Beauty Poems

No thorn could prick, my dying eyes to rest 
Below heavens window, God's borrowed guest,
Or fulfil my heart where love had sadly failed.
Like crusading knights...

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In tastefully lined up pots in a row,	
Multi colored balsams in clusters grow.
A visual treat to adoring eyes,
But never a haunt frequented by bees.

Balsams do...

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Sunny and bright are your colors
Using your pretty face to wear
Never a frown always a smile on your
Face of pedals showing
Love for us to enjoy
On...

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Ring, ring, ringing a bell
And singing towards the sound of crystals.
Too cold for a moonlight shine;
Too hot for a feast’s flame;
However just right it is,...

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There is a sense of trespass 
on this frost enameled morning
as I leave my footprints graffitied
across the white grass,
sending the noise of every step 
to...

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As the clocks creep,
unknown...
again, 
my summer's call,
of Calendulas,
and Cotswold stone,
crumbles,
in compliance,
that this, beauty, 
cannot be…here,
just for me, 
alone. 


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Unconditional Love is free,
To give an opinion,
To forgive,
To seek to understand,
To be a sounding board,
To bring hope,
To commend,
To bring laughter,
To spread joy,
To show kindness,
To sit...

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I declare that feeling rage is too awful and insane,
it's a trap we have fallen into one time or another;
we deceived, we lied and went...

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They spread beauty and fragrance
For the sake of it
Expect nothing in return
Friendly with the thorns
They live in grace and peace
And fade with joy

Apropos no motive
They...

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Rosa the gem of flowers
the queen of every plant, 
in spring she wears her fineries, 
her beauty the eyes enchant.
 
Her colours are so attractive...

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He enters the room with raw emotions as he reflects on the commotion that lead him to file the case, he had blood dripping from...

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Black to Black and Black like that
There's Black exact.  Just this the
Black flag yeah not no ever subtract!
Why that? Cause just that we be
About...

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a stroll …

just a stroll … like any other
numberless now, the times this path
had taken her to the wood -
the dark, deep wood where her
memories...

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I stood …

on a mountain
not nearly the highest
but the air was clean … seraphic
cold, but not bone-chilling
keen, that it restore the marrow
and course the blood...

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