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I am a Red Red Rose
I am a red red rose
A beauty to behold
My texture captivates
My scent invigorates
Petals, a velvet red
Coverings for your bed
Leaves an emerald garb
That hide the hidden barb
Though thorns be on my stem
Touch me, ignoring them
Please, handle me with care
Dethorned, my beauty bare
I am a red red rose
Your passion for me grows
Rose water from me drips *
And wets your precious lips
I beautify your soul
My presence makes you whole
I am a red red rose
For Mystic Rose's Rose Contest
Reposted on December 17, 2014
Not entered before in a contest
PS...A different take on Robert Burns famous Poem, A Red Red Rose.
*By the way, rose water is used in many desserts in Lebanon. One of my favorites, Mouhalabieh, a white custard that is topped with syrup and pistachios, contains rose water. Yummy....Let your mind run riot with that one! :)
You waited in line
Cause your we're
Next
That's an idea
l situation I am told
What shiney ain't
For me me
Cause I am dull
And spent
Excuse me Sir
Is that gold
I reckon I 'll
Just mossey
Along quote'en
Them words to
That cuss word song
By the way
All that glitter ain't gold
What want from me
Cause he so po'
Get his checks from
His chore
That ain't no money
That's tween me and you
Talking rich and acting poor
Got your Gal out acting like-ah
Whore: talking bout
place we go knee high I q!
Ya'll know the sequence y'all
Meet her in spring
She pregnant in fall
Pappie someone's else's
Niegh I go I ate ooh ooh!
That's how it is
Ain't nothings changed
Oh the ancient
Still arrange
Talking in tongues when
Sunday morning comes
Freaking fellas
By the time the service
Is through
Snitching in like gals
Current and future bride
Tryna make everyone say
Quasi motto neigh IQ
The god of this world is not wholly
Wholly good or wholly evil.
He does his best to avoid extremes.
With his cornucopia he feeds the paying multitudes
While the rest discreetly hunger. He nourishes,
Admixing with good food insignificant,
That is – as far as we can tell - insignificant
Doses of toxin. We must say grace mindful
That slightly poisoned food is better than none, and
“In the long run,” as one archdeacon of economics said:
“Who cares,?“ We’ll all be dead.”
Progress was not made for man, but man
Was made to serve progress. “What progress?” you ask.
Ah, the answer to that is far, far, above us,
Filed away on the fiftieth storey.
By the way, don’t get too worried
About that radioactive leak!
An expert has assured us we need expect
Only a couple of extra cancer cases at most.
And besides, don’t rock the boat
No the god of this world is not holy.
Suddenly a large cat paw struck the fox and a fight transpired. they rolled around hissing and growling until the fox pinned the cat to the ground and said: "It did have to be like this we could have shared a chicken or two" the cat angered now: monkey flipped the fox and torn into him with it's claws, the fox ducked his head and ran for cover. Then the quail told the cat, "bob White" I knew you were a descent kinda cat. "Yeah the cat said I guess I am: by the way who is Bob White"?
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Recitative the mealworm narrator
the Cat; is a "castrato"
the hens is a Mezzo -Soprano
the Fox a Bass
The Quail range from Tenor to Baritone
The Puppies are tenors
the rabbitts are tenors and baritones too!
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12/29/20
"Snow Globe"
Respect the virtuoso
You don't or you know so
Life can be peligroso
People going loco
Humans addicted to chocolate aka cocoa
And the other kind of coco (cocaine)
On a high horse, acting like your the major-domo
Here I am, shaking a snow globe
I failed, I passed and I was so close
I excelled, backtracked and showed no growth
By being a bozo
It was or wasn't recorded on a Go-Pro
Life going up and down like a Pogo
Sometimes wearing Polo
Got my saber like Solo
Staying on the low low
No matter what, I don't need to 'E.T. phone home'
All these women so-so
Always posing for photos
Judging a book by the cover is proto
Days and nights yo-yo
Kept in the dark or receiving promo
She was doing the go-go
Others remained sad or were saying " Ho-Ho"
Unarmed or strapped with a fo-fo
Getting crumbs, a slice or the whole loaf
Obtaining zilch, some or it by the boatload
Close and far from po-po
You are so far from my sole hope
She told me her and I was a no-no
Because I was just a joe blow
Never once phased me, too worried about logos
Not ever going to spend time with me and Toto
Catch you on the flipside girl, since you treated me like a hobo
Will or won't happen near Point Lobos
Having nothing or something to do with Cronos
By the way, shout out to Quasimodo
Edinburgh, Scotland is where the Union Jack is unfurled.
This city gave a rock and roll gift to the world.
Dressed in tartan kilts and scarves were five talented boys.
During the seventies, they gave countless teens great joys.
They recorded a hit song that to many sounded just right.
This number one record was the memorable "Saturday Night".
Some other hit tunes that followed would play.
With personnel changes, the Bay City Rollers are still around today.
They are still wearing their tartan kilts and scarves by the way.
I thank wikipedia.org for valuable information I obtained to write this poem.
By the way.
I'm not doing anything later.
If you don't have any plans, why don't you throw on some sweats.
Your favorite ponytail and we'll find something on TV.
A little Netflix and chill.
A little takeout and random channel flipping.
A stimulating conversation about old times. Inspiration.
Our dreams. What we hope to be.
I'll call you soon as I settle in.
Hop out of the shower.
Nitpick about the way that you've been on my mind.
The smell of incense and cocoa butter rubbed smooth on your skin.
It doesn't have to be anything spectacular.
A moment filled with the click of heels.
Just the simplicity of a moment filled with you
Frantic fans worry about who's going to win the superbowl.
Pundits speculate about politicians prevailing at the poll.
Some folks are overwrought about their hair turning gray.
By the way, did you hear that another soldier died today?
The nation becomes agog over some inane reality show.
City operations cease after a couple of inches of snow.
Impatient drivers become upset, wanting others out of the way.
By the way, does anyone care that another soldier died today?
The media and sitcoms fret about ratings on televisions.
Concerns are vented when cars are scratched in minor collisions.
Dads are upset when Sonny isn't included in the football play.
By the way, do you grieve that another soldier died today?
Folks become discomfited when nudging fifty years of age,
And feel dejected not owning the latest electronics rage.
Lots of folks are easily offended by what others day.
By the way, were you aware that another soldier died today?
There are many trivial matters by which we are obsessed.
Best to be concerned about those with whom we are truly blessed -
The gallant men and women who protect the great American way!
By the way, are you concerned that soldiers are dying every day?
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
He was enamored by the way of things,
the color, the shape, the sound
and all that his senses could take in
whether the thing was large or small
or in-between or was superior
in the hierarchical order of things.
A raindrop clinging to a leaf
bloated with sunlight and about to fall,
the taste of celery, cold and sprinkled
with a little salt, all manner found a way
into his world where they were
given space to be,
some catching a glint of light
from places too subtle to find voice
within the limits of a word,
but only in things made
into something more, silhouettes
of symbol, simile and metaphor.
Skipping thoughts across gelatin rings.
Into the reservoir of Lethologica
freezing-mirror- reflecting.
Nothings back to me.
What once was so lucid, liquid transfusive, a free flowing mainline of Offering, conducive to something.
A hopeful seminary seminar.
Priestly Dreams: Turned Cold:
WaxingColdOfPrisonOfShielding
Unseen:PulseStar Bard
Hands:Snatching Shards of Fleeced Gold, of my mind as a drunkard reeling.
I looked to the Sky:
Milking the udder of strange new Principality:As Abductee
Parseic layers onsites-between.
Exposed:Exposing
Themselves:In HiveMind
DemonsTake-AI-Host, Coast to Coast, raping with frequency
The Dark Spectrum:
E Spells:Algorecium
Ghost in the Machine:
Seizing Domain:Leasing Pay for Plug and Play
While Silicon Valley burns
Fires rolling, dancing, caroming pyres of turning man, mid-orgy
Free-Association, only for the initiated, the initialized agenda
Mitigated, pseudo-pre-arbitrated
Alarm set to 1 minute to midnight, alarming, arming Mercenary
LiberalMalefactorial
Mine Crypto ID farming:not arbitrary, quite the Contrary
Derision, division, blurred vision.
Monopolistic-air-intrusion.
From the Dragon of Old
Tele-InPrompt-To-talking point decisions, prepared by The Institute that gives The Institutions asylum and Island screams
In Thunder-Domes beneath Catacombs.
Windows, gateways and corridored rooms become alleyways and byways and by the way...boom
Of trafficking everything dark, everything that can be found in a deal of a backroom or redroom
Mad Max-Headroom meets Terminator meets in the middle,
Of Pentagram
A Witches Platoon on the deserted battlefield of treasonists and the FBook-A-wall
Controllers of the atmosphere, Dune, expand the disband, gasp, sprawl
These dry bones will be awakened soon.
Why wouldn' t you expect it?
Shifting sands, sifting uncover truth.
In fact the Vultures of Man's Desert will Direct It.
DUNE