Rose Dizain Poems

"Comprising countless quanta moving through space, Nature's nature reduced indifferent is to Pain."
-- the integrity of physics

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A lark on...

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I once was funny, made most people smile.
Children loved me because they didn't know:
I kept them laughing, yet all of the while,
my heart was aching...

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The softest double edged sword 
on my own to not get hurt,
lost inside my vision board; 
Finding a rose in the dirt 
will I become...

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My garden, secret to all but sky,
      with wooden fence erasing the world.
Worn, brick stepping stones gave it a try
...

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Dawn scurries over mountains high
     and sleepy fields in heather hue.
She paints lemon-colored skies,
     and splashes rose-kissed...

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And Stephen, full of grace, performed great signs;
The Freedmen rose, disputed what he said.
Unable to withstand, they soon resigned;
They leveled claims of blasphemy instead.
They stirred...

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Come sit outside, weather's great, lost its frown,
crickets singing, no clouds, sky brilliant blue.
Crepe Myrtles pose now in flashy red gowns;
rose in cling yellow will...

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Rolling dice throws up a greedy face,
resulting in an imminent conflict,
for although we proffer loving embrace,
deluded aggression still does persist,
fight or flight, dilemma of the...

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Spiritual eyes seek revelations,
in the dimness of church I rest in prayer;
and through my eyes I make my creations,
it is here I let go...

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A single white rose bloomed near the grave stone,
Swaying in breeze against dark cloud and rain,
In the vast churchyard she stood all alone,
To brighten resting...

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Give not your heart to hasty pleas
Resist lips of slick, pretty lies
Who weave duplicity and tease
Value yourself; you are the prize
Who is not won by...

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The first time I met Paul it was true love,
I was lost in his deep blue eyes;
and now my true love has gone up...

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Drenched in drowsy drizzle of summer rain,
in desolate den of my mauve meadow,
a thorny sapling sprouts alone again.
Between green leaves a blushed bud starts to...

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Life - a mere whisper in eternity
    Bitter taste tonight of melancholy
        Dew on rose...

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ROSE MARKET

At the road’s blind end behind the thicket
Red arrows trail faint sign of slim pathway
Winding through trees to hidden rose market.
Why rose is sold...

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