Best Rosettes Poems

Sustained by the frequent spring showers
Adorned by rosettes of dark green
They burst into dense yellow flowers
The florets parading their sheen.

They sway to sensations of pleasure 
The rhythmic allure of the breeze
Then rest in the evening at leisure,
Appear every day to increase.

But soon comes the time...

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Daddy brought it home to mother
She did not like it at all, in fact it made her angry
Those innocent tough spikey, sword-shaped leaves
Centered with white rosettes in tight buds caused anger

Today when I see those buds appear
I think of you~ Sadness wrenches my heart
You meant...

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Breathe laden islands rise and fall beneath the lap
of crystalline water, a steam graced surface breached, 
rosettes crest, their gently risings peaks to cap
mouthfuls of desire whose lower gate's lie unbreached.

Submerged beneath chest's hollow lies a navel fine
the round perfection of its form longs, for...

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Ghost-striped by wild magic, night roams into the night
with a mystique like the darkness of the moon’s shaded face.
A jet silhouette with shadowed rosettes prowls ebon-air’s hue;
liquid-liner-black strides in silent fluidity 
melts night into the night.


Susan Ashley 
April 20, 2019


~Fifth Place ~
Contest: April 2019 Premier...

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Charming Patterns

An eyelet wheel models medieval embroidery
Aromatic, ornamental garden ballet steps for lovers  
Strolling in stately patterns of noble estate
Savory’s romance looping through lavender labyrinths
Lost in curves of sweet scented anise dreams 
A pavel of peace in pungent fans of feathery dill
Set in soothing...

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Breathe laden islands rise and fall
beneath the steam graced surface of clear water,
capped with rosettes, red-brown, silken, warm,
beaded with water running in rivers
down mountainsides of flesh, puddling,  
in the darken depression of navel.

The water rises, about kneecaps
pristine and alabaster in hue.
Angular shoulders hug the...

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          My Gift to My Love

There are so many silly gadgets to buy, 
clothes or videos for you.
Never mind all that silliness!
Am sending me, to you, I will be
your Christmas Rose, your happiness.

Coming in a simple,red...

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Spills of flowers everywhere - elation !  
I love to water each petal with joy 
Bells and Daisies * Tulips and Carnations 
I am a gardener named Helen of Troy 

Garland dreams loopy Dahlia ali oops
"love me like I am" says each bud...

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When the saint sun
is reborn from
the womb of wisteria,
rising above symphonies ~
scripting a saga,
of enlightenment
and coral coloured karma,
I ripple in rosettes,
as an avatar
of himalayan heartbeats ~
gently gushing
in lavender lullabies
of golden Gaia ~
her earth-glinted garlands
cradling me
in hues of efflorescence,
stained within
pashmina petals of philosophy.
And I'm neither a...

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My Floribunda
Rosettes apricot and peach
My garden angel...

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An Angelo Arab, you had immense spirit
dappled grey with a huge leap  over fences.
Your stable name was Tom, pedigree name
too much of a mouthful for every day use.

In your stable you were a terror to my grooms
pulling faces and hunching up your back as...

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A British designer of clothing and such
Is showing an outfit a bit out of touch
It’s all made of leather but that’s not my beef
It’s straight from a cow but from far underneath
She wanted some leather but did not want to pay
She heard that the tanners...

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They were on the summit of the hill as if poised in a portrait.
The breeze ruffling the stud's forelock and mane as he arched his head
responding to the reins he moved on as his rider leant forward and 
rubbed his poll in affection. Tensed up...

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“The Blue Nazarene” 

caeruleum caelum 
in nubibus
caeruleum

caeruleum caelum
in nubibus 
de hyacintho nazarene

testimonium:

white stallions, 

clouds commanding
Christus imperium
above all below 

all below 
now present to worship 
a secular ghost

stopped dead in their tracks
those ridiculous battalions
games of war and monopoly 

the bored oligarchies, 
their silent sirens
their ignorant factions

their...

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Our fingers interweave, like a key in a lock
The tumblers click into place, and the world opens
Warm, orange glow between our hearts
Coursing down our arms to each other, tearing through
The amber cocoon around my inner being, awake again to
Your beige perfection, my scarlet, grateful unworthiness
And...

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