Flower Drink Poems

Sunny and bright are your colors
Using your pretty face to wear
Never a frown always a smile on your
Face of pedals showing
Love for us to enjoy
On...

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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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Written: January 16, 2024
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Strength of herbs oozes...

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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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A great idea for a local and very pretty tea that costs nothing to make, and comes with the added pleasure of a walk in...

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Jasmine waving in sun.
Fragrant ceremonial tea.

NB: Inspired by Suzanne Delaney’s contest and subsequent blog (3-29-2023). This form arose from the oral tradition of “call and...

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Dear darling dove--
Dare drinking, dancing
Decisively delaying death's deal......

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Crystal drops of dew faintly laze
on rose, a leaf, a blade.
They find they are in morning's haze.
A butterfly wakens their daze
Sips bits of sweetest nectar...

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Reclaimation
Recyclation
Drilling into
stone to
manage water
waters to be
reclaimed 
stored and
reused.
Then how might
I speak such when
My existence can
be questioned in
opposition to my
Claim.
Fro. Stranger to
Less strained.
Might the freindly
way of...

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The Showers fall gently
giving all plants a drink
it is watering time
pretty flowers in pink
wow back ground of key lime  



The Showers fall gently
are they...

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their nails were rimmed with blue and grey 
a clinical circle was bordering stain
noisily blossoming; smeared by the pain
the indigo purpled and mantled her flay...

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WANTS V’S NEEDS

I wanted the handbag, one for me and one for Darlene 
At 5.3 million apiece, I only had £50, imagine the scene

I would...

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honeybees frolic
nectar rich white clover buds
tomorrow's iced tea

written July 20, 2021...

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Flowering cashew tree
with atavic aromas
as rejuvenated souls
atoms that orbiting in brightness
carrying spectra to pleasure
when savoring the sweet and sour fruit
does imitating Babel glossolalia
at the distant...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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