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Seduction In Spring - A Haiku Garland

Cherry Blossoms Bloom Resplendently dressed in Pink Seducing the Spring Glory unfolding They release their sweet fragrance Pirouette and twirl Music from the breeze With limbs so graceful swaying Blushing and bowing Time of renewal A fleeting symbol of life In two weeks farewell Ethereal Muse Celebration of nature Next spring awaits you
Author's Note: I hope that in this set of Haiku, I've managed to convey the traditional importance of the Cherry Blossom Season in Japan. Cherry blossoms are the symbolic flower of the spring, a time of renewal and the fleeting nature of life. Their life span is very short. After their beauty peaks around two weeks, the blossoms start to fall. I liken these flowers to the beautiful Heavenly elusive Muses, the daughters of Zeus. The awesomeness of the natural beauty of Japan is continued in the my poem and arrangement - 'A Rose by any other name ---'


Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017


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A Rose by any other name ---

Through the hushed whisper of the breeze Flowing through the majestic circling pine trees I sense that I have stepped Into a sacred hallowed space A GARDEN OF ROSES A heady perfume hits the senses Euphoric, Exhilarating, Enticing, Ethereal comes to mind Heaven sighs in a high frequency of vibrations To whisk one away to never before felt heights An Awe descends on me It's as if time itself has frozen A spiritual and mystical alignment Encased In A Timeless Capsule Of Love Reserved for the weary of heart perhaps? Roses from all nations scintillate in complete harmony Where no negative emotion except love Dares Enter ANGELS SING FROM ABOVE And I feel it deep in my pores I see it in the mother who lifts her child to smell a rose I see the artist who strives to capture its beauty In the frail old lady whose carer brings her wheel chair close to the Blooms In the star crossed lovers In the older couple who stare fascinated at the thorns on the stems Perhaps contemplating their past journey That is now in a blissful state of BLOOM And I wonder to myself Since roses from countries around the world Can bloom in complete harmony Why can’t we as humans do the same?
Footnote: Dedicated to my Mum, whose love for roses shone through with her peaceful nature and her love for peace and harmony in the family. 'La Vie en Rose' was one of her favorite songs. MAY ALL NATIONS LIVE IN PEACE This poem Is Not about the 120 varieties of Roses represented by the best species from 120 different nations. This poem Is Not about the beautiful hues from almost black red, to sanguine reds, pinks, orange, yellows, delicate Harlequin tri-colours of shades of red to cream or the unusual roses of blues and even almost indigos. All these pictures you can see on the net if you look up the Ryoseni Temple in Nara Osaka which we visited on our recent trip to Japan. This poem Is Not about the hundreds and thousands of Rose blossoms encircled by a thousand pine trees. This poem Is About the concept behind this Rose garden established in 1957 as a living prayer for Peace and Harmony among all nations, not long after WWII. This poem Is About the tangible positive, peaceful energy that pervades these gardens. A gentle breath of wind is instrumental to the delicate petals scintillating in orchestration and releasing the beautiful fragrance throughout this massive Rose garden. This is a garden that binds Nations together with Roses that are not only an international symbol of Peace, Romance and Love, but it is no coincidence that it is a species with the highest harmonic vibrational energy frequency of 320 mhz. A most beneficial and elevating energy to our well being. (Humans have a frequency of 62 mhz to 68 mhz at full health). Let’s bring back LOVE & HARMONY people - starting right HERE. For more on the beauty of Japan you may like to visit my poem 'Seduction In Spring - A Haiku Garland' La Vie En Rose sung by Daniela Andrade


Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017


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shake spear

aim true
don’t shake
spear the beast

measure for measure
this is the taming of the shrew
the tempest as you will

it feels much ado about nothing
as if it is the comedy of errors
now on the twelfth night of the feast of hades

love’s labour lost as you like it
this the winter’s tale
but you are the merchant of venice
here to sell your wares
here to charm 
the merry wives of windsor
and touch 
with your inbred smile
many others

cymbeline 
pericles 
the two gentlemen of verona
here for their own laugh
troilus and cressida
all ships in the night
a rose by any other name

but then you waken
and it was but a midsummer night’s dream

or was it
it is nothing more than a play
or is it
in the end is not life a stage 
and us merely the players

these
the days
the plays
of comedy

you know from your balcony
all’s well that ends well
as i bid you adieu
my prince
sweet dreams 
and dream no more
the days of joy are upon us

so live 
eyes wide open
this time is yours


Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014


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What's in a Name...

Are they all the same when assigned a Soul?
From the core of me stored in the heart you see
is a Name... I remember over and over again.

My minds eYes won't let go and knew it was true.
"A Rose by any other Name... wouldn't be You."

As brilliance is a Miracle so are each unique and
Love commands nothing if not a stake of heart.
Nature's undeniable pattern of a long known art.

It's Attraction. Rhythmic laws of passion vibrate
strings and the sounds ring in air. Chemistry
bonding Souls in pair and Life. Begins...

with "Who's in a Name..."


Copyright © Izzy Gumbo | Year Posted 2009


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A Rose by Any Other Name

All the names are just the same
If you are sweet like a rose
I confess, I’m not impressed
Oh, how little that bard knows

For the name of your loved one
Can make you completely melt
When it’s breathed in your heart
Its vibrations are deeply felt

The name of your loved one
Is a promise in one word…
That his love is eternal 
His unfaithfulness, unheard

The name of your loved one
Is with passion intertwined
Your lips caress each letter
Your heart echoes it in rhyme

The name of your loved one
Is salvation’s greatest treat
Though you pass through gates of hell
It’ll take you to heaven sweet

The name of your loved one
Is simply beyond compare
No other name can match it
No other would even dare

And so it is, beloved
When we’re making love sublime
Your name bursts out from my lips
Making your sweet name… divine

Eileen Manassian Ghali


Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013


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WHAT RHYMES WITH DISCOMBOBULATED

WHAT RHYMES WITH DISCOMBOBULATED

I cannot find a word to rhyme with "Opus"
to try and do so is incredibly hopeless.
Even using words like "Door-hinge"
is cheating in rhyming it with "Orange."

No rhyme for "Purple" nor for "Ninth"
and it's too bad the word's not, "Pinth".
"Wolf" and "Month" will bring you sighs,
and who thought "Marathon" was wise?

A word like "Dangerous" is quite impetuous,
this word in rhyme is more than treacherous. 
Then to set your teeth on edge,
"Angst" will jump you from your ledge.

"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet"
but, did ever Shakespeare, "Chaos" meet?
If "bliss and suffering is forever shared and forever all your own"
did Dylan Thomas rhyme "Silver" with a word that is well known?

Words that will not rhyme in English,
we positively must extinguish.
If not, then poetry will go, god knows,
and we'll be left with free verse and merely prose.

Edlynn Nau
March 12, 2015


Copyright © Edlynn Nau | Year Posted 2015


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ARCHANA

Though "Self praise is no recommendation"
Still I know I'm His best creation.
Now I would like to tell
So let me come out of the shell.

I'm nobody but an eight
Before zero in weight.
Just a little heavy and rolly-polly
Like a ball that is called volley.

Lazy, quiescent and a bit stupid
Actually I'm an innocent cupid.
People call me a fool
and that makes me feel cool.

Meaning of my name is to worship
But that's the thing we can always skip.
"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet"
I'm Archana and my friendship would be a treat.


Dt:30/11/2015
For the contest 'What's in Your Name' 
Sponsored by C.T.


Copyright © Archana Garg | Year Posted 2015


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Hatred

What’s in a name?
That which we call a rose by any other name, would still smell as sweet.
When life is like a roller coaster in a maze.
Competition here and there,
When really, all we need is care.
A preconceived idea of what it all meant,
Sisypheanial love for more wealth,
Whereas, all it does is eat away our health.
Bunch of stereotypes all in my head.
Fearing all and what we don’t know.
I don’t know, 
But I just can’t change.
The times we become so numb to what we’re saying.
Ain’t we meant to speak the same language daily?
Nah, it’s an era founded from oppression.
A world rooted in hate, yet we all ignore this,
The same hate that caused wars from religion,
Even gender to skin colour,
Not to talk of ethnicity too.
And then we talk about freedom.
What is really free?
A world where we pay for even our breath,
A free gift of nature to man,
Remember the bill for water?
Its human right for everyone.
Really, who is fooling who?
On Sabbath, I was taught something else,
And when you preach hate, those words ain’t anointed.
And then I sit still and remember eternity.
When else is more comfortable remaining voiceless.
No freedom till we are all equal,
We preach progress with the veil over our eyes
We turn our back on the cause.
Till the day we can be united by love and not by law,
That day, we have changed “US”
Whatever God you believe in, 
The fact remains, we come from the same one.
I’m crying no more,
Cause one day, we’ll all be gone.




Copyright © Mubarak Adeola | Year Posted 2014


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EPIPHANY: A POET IN LOVE

Did Shakespeare ever fall in love?
A rose by any other name would 
stink as sweet!
What would Y'eshua say if indeed 
Magdalene was his favorite disciple?
What miracles would he impress her 
with
So as to savor her forbidden apple?
O woman!
Is that why god made you last of all 
nature's enviable beauty?
If before he said let there be light
You were the first thing his devine 
eyes saw
I bet creation would have been a 
different theory altogether.

If love at first sight was a figure of 
speech
Then I swear I love you like a 
metaphor
And your smile is a typo
They meant to say a simile
I will kiss your face like a blank page
And my lips will be the tip of my 
pencil
Drawing drooling hieroglyphs like 
the hand of god
Inscribing Ten Commandments of 
Love
On the tablets of your breasts
Because my name is Moses
A stammerer on a voyage to save a 
lonely soul
From the shackles of cynicism
On love affairs.

I would love to laugh while making 
rough love to you 
On the dark floor of my solitude cell
Where torn pages of amatuerish 
poems lay as a carpet
Because you are my words:

Maybe your face is the sky
And your eyes are the stars
Maybe your laughter is a symphony
Of a million harps from a million 
virgin angels

I have written about love a million 
times
And still you remain elusive
A mystery
Are you an acrostic;
So each letter tells your tale?
Maybe a couplet or limerick?
Are you a sonnet? Or a ballad? Or a 
metre without a rhyme?
Maybe you are a mere syllable I 
mumble at every sudden ******.
Your body is a symmetry of regular 
ryhthm
Consumate from five to seven
And back to five
Haiku:
Japanese poets should build a 
pedestal for you
And all lustful lads
Should come and slink the slank at 
your feet
Indeed lady,
Your gait and pride and smell of 
shaven armpits and eyeballs might 
make a eunuch have an ********
And that to me
Is amorous injustice!

Tell me,
What can a scribe do?
When all I write about is human 
weakness 
And wickedness?
When writing to me is an escape 
from adjectives I can't utter over a 
cup of coffee?
To me,
The strand of your hair alone
Deserves atleast umpteenth stanzas 
of praise
A prerequisite.

If I say I love you
Will you giggle at my palpability?
Why bore you with parables
When all you yearn for is a touch
And forever?

I will say no more.


Copyright © Myq Wudz | Year Posted 2013


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Be My Valentine

To call a rose by any other name
Could never do justice to you
To see you name there in the frame
Makes my heart go out to you…

A rose as fair, perfumed to perfection
The palest yellow petals that glow
Make my heart beat as though with infection
My temperature it raises so.

So Mystic lady I ask you this one time
If I were a boy, rich, strong and tall
Would you then be my valentine?
And we can leave now, and sod them all.

©  10/01/2013
 Entry for Mystic Roses' contest: Be my Valentine


Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2013


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I don't know why Cliches are Bad

Every poet worth their sault
Every teacher and professor declare you will prove to be as dense as a London fog
Using clichés
But I think clichés make it clear as the nose on your face
That there are things as beautiful as the day is long
And as far as the eye can see
As many to enjoy as there are chins in a Chinese phone book
So my advice to young writers,
From time to time abandon the ship USS Proper Expression
Be above board
Do an about face
Make clear as a bell
That a rose by any other name does still smell as sweet
That absence still makes the heart grow founder
Airing dirty laundry is a no no
And if you must have an ace up your writer's sleeve
Let it be a cliché!


Copyright © Americo Petrocelli | Year Posted 2016


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NAME BLAME

About my name.
If only I could have had more input!
But you were so busy reading
"What to Expect" that you
Weren't expecting how much everyone would hate my name!
Rhymes, people, rhymes! Why do you think I was kicking so hard?

About a name.
Shakespeare said a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
Hmm. You could hand me the most beautiful bouquet of roses, 
But if you said, "I got these Fart Flowers just for you," I'd be spelling my name for the judge issuing the restraining order.

Changing my name.
Please don't make any suggestions;
We all know how well your first choice went. My closest friends have all put in their two cents:
Chatty, Fatty, Sweet Cheeks, Banana Beak, Mommy, Daddy (no more martinis for my husband) and others not fit to print.

My chosen name.
So many choices: Nobody doesn't like Sara Lee! Or the person formerly known by a loser name!
No. I picked a winner. Sexy. Addictive. Welcome at any party!
Smoking hot, never a cheap date and so good you'll want more in a few hours! HI! I'm Mary Jane!

January 16, 2017


Copyright © Cindi Rockwell | Year Posted 2017


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A Rose By Any Other Name

When at a festive  dance we met
In gold were those  dear moments set.
We synchronised so sweetly
Without any  gaucherie.
The hours like  fleeting seconds sped
Our present to our future wed
But that reverie did  sadly melt
The way that Eden  itself did wilt..

Trepidation on Boots'   corner grew
To meet you on our first rendezvous.
Glistening was the pavement wet
As the seconds just  like hours crept

Were butterflies afflicting you
As your bus near the city drew?
Our first meeting had been heart-true
Could our first date idly  fall through?
No,it blossomed,bloomed and it grew.

Auguries fair were in the air
Glittering prizes  ours to share.
Your aunt the perfect match us deemed
And so to all around  it seemed
But beware the tree of knowledge.

We eventually split
Although still one in spirit.
Yet one glimmer of hope remained
A letter from Calella came
But answer there was not
The die was  cast
The spell it broke.

From that blank day  until now
That omission  our sorrow
Our beds were with other loves made
And" Of it make the best,"we prayed.


Would our union have been heaven sent?
But those golden moments refulgent 
Forever  enshrined in  memory 
At least.

An epitaph must now be written
For harsh Death has my sweet Rose smitten
My golden girl was taken today
Eternity  but a breath away.


Copyright © denis bruce | Year Posted 2011


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A Rose By Any Other Name

A Rose by Any Other Name

Wouldn’t you know it
The French people rule
Inventing a pill
That makes farting cool
A wee little pill 
You take when you eat
So that gas from your cheeks
Smells ever so sweet
Violets or roses 
Or chocolate perfume 
Instead of foul odors
Permeate the whole room
They even have those
You can feed to your dog
If you’ve got the kind
That lets out a foul fog
And a special this week
If you buy at least three
They will send you a fourth
And the shipping is free
I don’t make these things up
Pilulepet.com
Get some for your pets
Or for your dad and mom
May your holiday smells
Be something you’d like
That’s a holiday wish
From your old Uncle Mike



Copyright © mike dailey | Year Posted 2014


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The Yellow Rose

*     Creator kissed, with a radiance, that comes from deep within
       Perfection caught so effortlessly, in the amber mood of day
       Petal by petal, she opens up, no shyness in her bloom
       A gilded queen, a gift of sun, she takes my breath away
       And though a rose is still a rose by any other name...
       All other roses would simply hide their blooming heads in shame


..................................................................


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2010


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Pink and Discomforts

You know, I could be Kipling
channel a fancy humoring tale
have all of you begging of lyrics more gracious
such as this, a mystic masterpiece made for this generation
Come on, dabble me with praise
put a paint brush upon me and color me into a canvas
a canvas of royalty, a canvas of prestige
a canvas to make even Queen Elizabeth green with envy
just be sure to make me grey cause I'm a liar today
I'm just me, I don't want to be some cheap imitation 
I just want to be me
don't mind my comedic twist at making this a one man show
I'm just venting frustrations no one cares to know
Try as I can, try as I might
I will not set up this rhyme tonight
To tear down this whole work I only constructed minutes before
I'm tempted to
it's not my best, it makes no sense
I can do better, I can do better
just give me a chance
to tear apart the blank pages in my mind
with scattered thoughts scrawled upon the edges
I'm so very tempted
they mirror nothing, nothing at all
profanity has more creativity in its uses
than I have in my own voice
except naming every line from songs I heard last Halloween
and there goes one now
My love for Blue October exudes me
my muse has eluded me
I'd say her name but she's not the same
the way we talk, the way we connect
dead silent
she's an entire universe
and I, once Pluto, so far from the sun
once a planet, now mistaken for a moon too far away from my orbit
I could build a rocket ship back to her dimension
but that would take eons, millenniums in theory
though I only have years at best
before she pursues the start of her dreams
in a distant country
across the universe far away from me
Just like all the rest...
just
like 
all
the 
rest...
I find myself staring at my hands
wishing they were smaller
for my hands are too big, catching too many people when they fall
though I curse myself for having such short arms
to not be able to hold on long enough
to everyone I've caught
like I'm on a crashing plane, nose diving into the ocean
and to make a glorious escape
all my pink dominoes release their parachutes as they jump
but I'm not quick enough to see
the only parachute left on this flight
was never meant for me
Why is it always me
am I cursed, am I...am I...
Why 
is 
it 
my 
heart
that 
always
commits 
the
folly?
to fall for a garden with too much water
to fall for a garden over-bloomed
a rose by any other name would sound just as sweet
but roses have thorns with aromas that can wound
so why now do I choose to lay in a garden of pink and discomforts..


Copyright © Crow thepoet | Year Posted 2016


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The Alabaster Heart

The way of the spiritual warrior, can free the world of fear.  Standing bravely, meeting death, eye to eye, as if it were just an illusion.  The east says that life is but the manifested dreams of ego, but the truth is fearless, and naked, it is what it is, and nothing more.  A heart made of alabaster, cannot feel, but the living, vulnerable, center of being, the human heart, has been breaking for centuries.  We must discern what is true, what can easily pass through the eye of the needle, unadorned, that calls not a rose, by any other name, but simply exists in the everything of nothing.  The scientist, or the alchemist before him, speak of the essence of the material world, as the vibration of energy, or essentially nothing.  Man, as such, has found a way, to fit God into his model of existence, not as a myth or fairy tale, but as the all powerful, yet still unproven element, that stands behind the creation of the universe, known by every schoolboy and girl, simply as..."LOVE"!


Copyright © meru groen | Year Posted 2016


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A ROSE BY ANY OTHER NAME

In France they don’t call it a pothole
Instead they call it a hen’s nest
It sounds much nicer doesn’t it?
But for drivers, they’re still a pest


Copyright © Paul Curtis | Year Posted 2011


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Cynicism

A rose by any other name
.......is still gonna set you back $9.99


Copyright © Meggan Rogalski | Year Posted 2005


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A Rose By Any Other Name Is Just as Sweet

Looking into your eyes, I can see the signs. Baby, my hearts on fire. A million daisies, Growing in a field Could not fill my hearts desires. The way you hold me, The looks I see in your eyes. The feeling of your arms around me. The way my heart jumps, When you enter the room. The way your eyes glow, when your focused on me. There aren't many words That I can say to you, But the few words i can say Baby, I love you.


Copyright © kaitlyn bowlin | Year Posted 2010


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                 The Lotus Eaters part 2 of 2
Fed them the one food they adored.  In fact the only food they had in store.
Lotus blossoms, lotus leaves and lotus wine from lotus trees.
Lotus plants grew everywhere and made men’s heads dance and forget their own land, 
friends, families and reasons for being there
Their cares were covered by the lotus spell 
Great Odysseus knew this well and had to pry his sailors loose from their hypnotic grasp
Day and night his men passed in merriment lost at the mercy of the lotus power 
Life became a dream and Lotophagi their Island paradise
In Ithica there’s poverty and war where battles bathed those days in blood
Reminiscing and memories disappeared in the narcotic mist or never was and never missed
Under the influence of this magical lotus flower, the hours draw on and on
No more reminders of love or lore on their own home shores
Brave and cunning Odysseus tricked his men with promises of virgins boarding their ship,
 in need of their handsome company, a simple day’s trip at sea for pleasures and picnics,
that's all.
The men were weak and hypnotized, fell as easy prey, victims to his lies.  
Still, he had to tie them down (for their own safety.)
At sea they all got sick, wakened quickly from the captive hold of lotus girls and lotus ways.
 “This rock is not ours!” The great Odysseus yelled.  “The spell has ended!”
 “Let us leave and let the withdrawal begin!”
Ithica is a long way down but luck and fate is on our side.  South winds will guide our way.
Cape Malea is in sight.  The Peloponnesus is at hand.  A fresh breath of life headed westwards,
 a course that’s true and steady sailing for Ithica again.
Odysseus by any other name is Ulysses.  The lotus by any other name is narcotic
 and a rose by any other name could not smell sweeter…. Nor can freedom.  


Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014


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a rose by any other name

i journied through a forrest covered in haze.
through the thick grey fog there was a bright glow of red.
i stumbled trying to make my way towards it,
tripping on the roots from apple trees.
i came closer to this red. a rose was revealed.
this rose was mesmerising. my hand reached for it without thought.
immediately, i threw my now red fingers back.
under this rose were thorns sharp as daggers.
in my state of confusion, i could’ve sworn i heard Someone say,
“this is not yours to take”


Copyright © Catherine Chan | Year Posted 2009


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              The Lotus Eaters - page 2 of 2

   Fed them the one food they adored.  In fact the only food they had in store.  Lotus blossoms, lotus leaves and lotus wine from lotus trees.  Lotus plants grew everywhere and made men’s heads dance and forget their own land, friends, families and reasons for being there
Their cares were covered by the lotus spell 
Great Odysseus knew this well and had to pry his sailors loose from their hypnotic grasp
Day and night his men passed in merriment lost at the mercy of the lotus power 
Life became a dream and Lotophagi their Island paradise
In Ithica there’s poverty and war where battles bathed those days in blood
Reminiscing and memories disappeared in the narcotic mist or never was and never missed
Under the influence of this magical lotus flower as the hours draw on and on
No more reminders of love or lore on their own home shores
Brave and cunning Odysseus tricked his men with promises of virgins boarding their ship for a day’s trip at sea for pleasures and picnics.
The men were weak and hypnotized, fell as easy prey, victims to his lies.  
Still, he had to tie them down (for their own safety.)
At sea they all got sick, wakened quickly from the captive hold of lotus girls and lotus ways.
 “This rock is not ours!” The great Odysseus yelled.  “The spell has ended!” “Let us leave and let the withdrawal begin!”
Ithica is a long way down but luck and fate is on our side.  South winds will guide our way.
Cape Malea is in sight.  The Peloponnesus is at hand.  A fresh breath of life headed westwards, a course that’s true and steady sailing for Ithica again.
Odysseus by any other name is Ulysses.  The lotus by any other name is narcotic and a rose by any other name could not smell sweeter…. Nor can freedom.  
               


Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014


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A Rose By Any Other Name

He pricked himself

reaching for the rose,

the scent and beauty

drawing him near.

He was determined

approaching again and again.

He found more thorns

that further injured him.

Growing annoyed,

roughly grabbing,

more scrapes, cuts and then

he crushed the flower with his hand.

She screamed.


Copyright © Karen Hatter | Year Posted 2006


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In Stillness

In stillness,
No me and you
No you and me;
Me then you
You then me.
Hate to disappoint,
Not even tea for two.
Do what you will with that,
A rose by any other name. . .


Copyright © Orma Sullivan | Year Posted 2007