Rose Fun Poems

(inspired by ‘Dusty Rose Dreaming’ by poet vb)

We’re powdered city girls heading into a club,
bright orchids entering the hothouse
spreading fun with noblesse oblige,
qua somethings suited...

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Silent but Deadly (Written 2014)

In the heart of the nursing home where old folks stay,
Lived Erasmus, a man twinkling in twilight's array.
With a glimmer that...

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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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I was a college music teacher, engaged in pitch, tempo, rhythm and melody,
As lavish planets dance around a golden star, with the zeal of fuchsia...

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I was a celebrated, dramatic mime artist, an art developed in ancient Greece;
I took folks on flights of imagination, like cushy, butterscotch clouds of fleece.

So...

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Best described as lizard slime,
Larry was worst of all time.
	His big rheumy nose
	was red as a rose
And his eyes glowed green as lime!...

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A single rose he gave to me
as sweet a gesture as could be.
	My roommate grinned with guile
	as she tried to hide her smile. 
Eleven roses,...

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Someone had called him the Dame Tamer.
Rugged good looks made him no shamer.
	Alone, he wore a pink rose
	and a gold ring through his nose.
His close...

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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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Happy and the Rest 
 To Everyone.. Alpha and Omega frequency good news speaks in hertz nanoseconds one touch hands shake the mind body and...

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Shiny the Sunbeam
Was a Summer sunshine rose
With a visor hat and a ruddy glow
And sunglasses on his nose

Shiny the Sunbeam
Is radiation they say
He was made...

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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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the hapless toad
who croaked a verse
and moved the trees around him

did sway the branches
sway the leaves
at the most profound of meaning

and too did cry 
the...

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