Long Floret Poems

I (a youthful sexagenarian)
can no longer quip being
a country boy at heart,
but me as urban cowboy,
I declare would never 
so fuhgeddaboudit dear reader
nothing 'cept bucolic existence
laboring organic garden
harvesting fruits and vegetables
by the bushel and quart
constitute...

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Music is an undying 
art of soul ~ 
an abstract eden, where, 
euphonious unicorns 
glide in strawberry sonatas, 
amplifying rhapsody in
ballads of flight, 
when fuchsia feathers
tease those 
jingling breezes, 
infusing breaths
in every lifeless aroma;
where I...

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The Godliness of Adoption is...
Or is it not?
 …A beautiful spring sprung floret of rose. A rose brought home from humanity's colorful garden of trust? Yet, it was not all that long ago when each...

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In regnis verborum, ubi somnia avolant,
Versum componam virtute purissima.
Calamo in manu, cor meum flagrat,
Narrabo fabulam, notissimam unquam.

Super tabula caelesti gratiae,
Colores amplexus amoris exprimam.
A primo mane ad crepusculi fulgorem,
Tapestry conficiam, poetae somnium.

In pratis aureis, ubi flores...

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In a dream I slept.
And I had another dream.
In that dream I saw -
A madman looking at a wild orchid
Falling from a tree
Rooted firmly on a hill, brown and old.
The crazy man spoke to the...

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Dear little flower,
I see you 
I watch you struggling daily
you are so fragile
the strong wind continuously pushing you
in any direction it wants 
always knocking you down
You keep pushing yourself to get back up,
only to be...

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SWAGGER

Collaboration poem of
Space Cadet (Wesley C) and Darren White


He can absorb and hide his gaze,
      Pretend to be genuine and flower his date,
      Her tattoos...

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Emptiness the best illustration of our beginning
Heights and depths of water
Corrosiveness of fire
None can comprehend
That's how we started
*Meerah Zubairu*

In that scattered house of nothingness,
Except of course for an ekuke dog called happiness,
There laid a pathetic...

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It was the season of spring
And the time for the bees to sing

Hey, I'm  a small flower bud
Grown in a pot of water flood
And tasty nutritious mud.
Eagerly waiting to bloom
And spread my wonderful perfume....

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Her seed turned into a bud the day she was miraculously conceived,
she peeked on a cool February day during the mid-afternoon-
Pink  R O S Y  cheeks with such brown eyes; it was so...

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In my poetic garden, where petals breathe with light - I feel evergreen.
Among ruby roses I see butterflies take flight - I feel evergreen.

Roaming under the influence of jasmine and honeysuckle perfume,
Edenic whispers weave tales...

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Like an ebony rose in a province 
of ivory and golden flowers,
you poisoned each peaceful petal
with your senseless scent of death.

You were never just another floret.
Was I a fool to sow your seed in
hope your...

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Shyness, more than usual, had been my core kryptonite!
Innocent me! Like a panda bear, in my boyhood! Bright!
Girlish, the grown-ups crowned me! An inauspicious floret!
Praying: May boldness breathes in me by the Holy Spirit!!

Youthfulness, like...

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He was a hard-edged razor-back, but bright.
His hands were red-dog rough, but his smile was a delight.
She was a soft-hearted floret, and smart.
Her hands felt as light and plump as a neonate’s heart.

She was Rubenesque,...

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Flowing through my heart’s hesitant beat, rhythms of light – graceful and quiet, reminding me why I can always find peace in the garden, where I’ve found blessings as wild and free as the aching...

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You danced in beauty as you peeked from your dainty bud,
your radiance lingered far beyond the day beams end,
full of such strength lasting long after life’s natural flood,
my crimson lily, to your sweet effloresce I...

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If you were a vase with flowers, 
you would be that pretty vase.
But not as pretty as the contained flowers.
I were to say the name it would be a rose.

If you were a musical instrument,...

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Softly spoken, heartbeats broken
Digresses smooth transitions embraceable caresses
Never lessons smooth over hugs and kisses

Aftermath all I want to do Is sing This Love song to you sing a little soft poem writ with words showered...

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Warm breezes flow on another cloudless night 
past her second story lattice balcony window 
a silhouette dances in the painted moonlight 
and against that dim lit lamppost I lean 
dreaming of dancing beside her 
but...

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the valley of horror

 On my way to the shops in the charming one horse
town called Benafim, I took a shortcut through
a narrow valley like a mensur scar in a high ranking
German officer’s cheek 
When...

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A seasonal breeze is when I loomed you,
You were as beautiful as any floret in the shrubbery.
I grabbed your hand,
And we ambled hand and hand through the estate.
We consumed the day playing,
And relishing each other...

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From our bodies, dead and deceased,
of decaying flesh rotted off bone,
poking through loose lavish soil
flowers sprout and feed from the sun

From the corpse's arm, a reeling ranunculus
reaches toward the sky’s bright star
snaking its roots between...

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A rose bud of beauty appears on the scene scented full of essence 
two cellophane wings clinging to the petals of a sweetie floret 
life becomes new again as spring resurges with sunlit liquescence
Springtime jewels...

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Spring Dusting
Though many years have flown with time
Since we met that lovely Spring day 
In the dusting of the Springtime 
Come scented thoughts of yesterday.

Doing the annual Spring clean
I recall floret adorned trees
Alike watching a...

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She keeps her scent concealed,
In fear of someone, 
Who would track to steal her heart;
Captivate her emotive feelings,
Of dreams;
She relishes dreams in her sleep, 
And In day, when she is alone;
Love is concealed inside her...

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