fresh abloom roses
smiling showing bright faces~
as winter enters --
rose in thorny frame
passion is in blazing flame
in cold chilled winter.
cold wave is blowing
petals of roses glowing
dewdrops glistening.
red, yellow, white, pink
magenta, even black prince
enjoying winter.
in a rose meadow
roses in kaleidoscope
welcoming winter.
BLACK AND WHITE
Black sheep baa baa,
Black stripes - zebra.
White Bear: Polar.
White rays : Solar.
Black tea, black coffee.
White milk, white toffee.
Teeth white to bite.
Ant white : Termite.
Write on the white page.
Black car in garage.
Black diamond, black coal.
Light stolen by black hole.
White sand on sea beach.
Black magic by witch.
Black belt , trained in judo.
Killer spider: Black widow.
Pitch black crow is raven.
Toast burnt black in oven.
White dove : Symbol of peace.
Black rose known as black prince.
Black spots on white dice.
Black pearl : Pretty - nice
The intelligence men evince
Is what should others convince
That they have been working hard since,
Now and again, from sure pains wince;
Not Radiance of the king's Clarence:
The White Dependent on Black Prince
But Legendary Night Nurse Florence
Whose story still place hands on chins...
The intelligence we evince
Should make us, if need be, words mince,
To, later, our stained lips rinse:
Like Death-dodging Galileo had,
Not ashamed to sing like a lad...
In the Shadow of the Night, Love or Lust: Copy right (2008). By, Deborah Johnson
Stars sprinkled over blue and gray skies, oh my Black Prince is it love or lust as we search and embrace each other's eyes?
Gentle sweet kisses, we hold each other tightly. A warm breeze, how thoughtful, to pass by, to complement the moonlight.
I look at you and you look at me, love or lust, which one do we see.? Lust takes flight when exposed to the light; it only remains in the shadow of the night.
I awake in the morning, to the smell of the sea. I look around as far as I can see. Sounds of splashing water; yes I like, but my Black Prince is no where in sight.
Desperately, I look in the direction where the sky meets the sea, a surfer on a wave coming straight at me. The pain in my heart is no longer tight because my Black Prince has remained both day and night.
Carnation and Rose in charm and beauty
ranking Princess or Queen as celebrity
in marvels of color claim serenity
suited for all occasions.
Glistening in red yellow or white,
any shade in sheen, light or bright
even rare black prince in delight.
allure all in celebrations.
Silky crimson or pearly pink
Scarlet red to glow and blink.
Best blaze in glaze so far, I think
Roses and carnations.
'STRAND CHOICE Y' Contest by Brian Strand
A Hispanic girl is a princess in her own right. She's the crown jewel in my eyes. This
Hispanic girl is so beautiful, it's like dating an angel. I'm her black prince, and she's
my Hispanic princess, soon to be my queen. When I look into the eyes of a beautiful
Hispanic girl, it's like looking at a pair of priceless gems. It's also as if I'm making
eye contact with an angel. This is like a modern-day version of a fairy tale. In my dream,
I'm riding on a black horse, on the way to this huge castle, and once inside, I see a
Hispanic king, his soldiers, and his beautiful princess; a beautiful Hispanic girl. If I
had the king's permission to take her beautiful daughter out on a date, then he'd say,
"yes." But what I would do if this beautiful Hispanic princess needed romance is take her
out to dinner, go for a walk at the beach, and dance with her through the night. And in a
fairy tale, me and this beautiful Hispanic girl are riding through the sunset and I'm
spending the night with her. She's my Hispanic princess, and I'm her black-American
prince. And if we get married, we'll live happily ever after.
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