Rose Books Poems

Your scars showed up in my existence,
whispering shards of hatred. 
eyes made reflections of soul 
in which you and i were a part of.
ran through...

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I started out as a pretty rose bud,
the rains are coming maybe even a flood.
Then the bright sun will come out,
my pedals open up without...

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In the hallowed halls of healing, dreams were once sown,
A path chosen by duty, not a path of our own.
Driven by a mother's wish, I...

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Plentiful and preposterous piles
Pennies and notes across miles.
One mindset turned so hostile
The mansion deserted for a while.

A drop of "spice" on his tongue
Misunderstood and spread...

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Spice tea is for me,  
hot with honey on a cold winter's day.  
Pretty pink rose cups,  
are filled to the top...

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As the morning peaks over the hill, I wander through the dark and stroll down the park and whisper a silent prayer for my rose....

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Shelves filled with all kinds of books,
will take a plain wall and make it pretty,
this makes real beauty for you and I.


Maybe some hot rose...

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As a child, 
I loved to watch Grandpa build. 
His basement workshop, 
was filled with tools. 
Tools hanging on every wall, 
wood neatly stacked in...

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See you soon, I will meet you in the rose garden at noon, we have some details to go over and all the directions of...

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In a pretty rose garden we were having tea,                      the butterflies were kissing the flowers...

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Quote By Poet: "A Rose Garden and Tea Time Go Together."

Tea time is for me,
sweetened by the big honey bee.
I love hot tea with crackers...

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fingering white pages, one by
one, painted with ebonic ink.
  borrowed,
    i’m blushing
      like a bride.
the rush
...

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a china tea cup 
pretty pink roses painted 
sits waiting for me 



tea with cream~sugar 
rose scented to match the cup 
warm and delicious...

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What Is Happening?

Yes, the little Genie asked
What is happening?
Children aren’t being taught
To tell time,
They can’t look at the clock and
Know whether it’s one o’clock
Or it’s...

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Drawing near to the end of May
(The month devoted to Mary)
Sweet-scented thoughts of yesterday
Immerse me in books! I tarry...

From the Spring-cleaning I should do
And progressing...

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