Long Florists Poems

WOMEN ...

Truly amaze me ... they possess the super-human
strength to birth a child - one of the most painful
and demanding physical and emotional feats of end-
urance known to our species - yet they have the
self-confidence...

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I took a trip to the florist,
This past Christmas Eve morn.
And happened by a homeless man,
Who seemed lost, and forlorn.

He said: “Good sir, I need your help,
I don’t seek to deceive,
I need some roses for...

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In the mid 80's, I took a job as a receptionist for a wholesale floral company.
Encased in a glass claustrophobic space, I answered their busy phone lines
as I gazed at the warehouse walls of greenery...

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Bath streets have sights on show
and houses sitting by the row
there’s not a place you cannot go
our crime level's always low

packed all year round with global tourists 
city centre market stools fruit veg florists 
nothing...

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Walked six years, that way,
And watched this new suburb’s trend.
Near Mysore Highway,
Close to Bengaluru’s end.
Three storeys tall, stood,
This awesome tree-spread, so pretty.
Blue blossoms, good wood,
Half acre’s canopy.
‘Neath with sun-warmings,
Faded blue a carpet rose.
Of fallen, dried...

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The Devil wears Armani
By Steven Cooke

She was eighteen, I was thirty two
She was an unread poem,
I was yesterday’s gift.
Her heart she gave gladly,
Her beauty mine, to enjoy.
Given away in youthful sacrifice,
The Guilt was all mine.

But...

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If I were the King of the Forest 

I,d have a laptop installed in every tree

a GPS for lionesses

 robots for cleaning messes

there'd be no need for marking territory with pee 

If I were the...

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Title 1

"The forest is my loyal friend A Delphic shrine to me." ... by Ralph Waldo Emerson

The written word bears roots abound
Hail favored mist of hallowed ground
Announced breathtaking full-filled air
Spreads out enjoyment summons fair
Forgiving trailed...

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He avoided florists,
those over-cultivated blooms
in their overheated shops
seemed to be a perversion of nature.

He shunned all those floral gangsters;
the vainglorious gladioli,
eugenically forced greenhouse geraniums
with their large Shar-Pei heads.
Garish claustrophobic hosts of peonies
pressing-in and crowding his...

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I avoid florists, not the people,
who generally speaking,
are polite and quite unremarkable.

I write of those floral gangsters;
the vainglorious gladioli,
eugenically forced greenhouse geraniums
with their large shar-pei heads.
Garish claustrophobic hosts 
pressing in.

My center inwardly trembles
when confronted with...

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When seeking a respite from the city,
I turn to nature's calm and tranquil ways.
And go to a lake that's beyond pretty,
a quiet place to stay for a few days
while I relax, soaking up the sun's...

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Unsung heroes of the garden fringes
Perennial favorites for a colorful bouquet,
Purple coneflowers with yellow twinges.

Violets are sweet…, yes, they are okay,
But they are too small, coneflowers tower
Perennial favorites for a colorful bouquet.

They are imposing not...

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God this is your letter
 these are your words
 these those words 
you whisper for words 
To share with my brother's
And my sister's 
Anointed to cultivate
that are for me futuristic blossoming sentences
Seeds planted on ground...

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Millennials are spring breaking
boomers are hunkering down
clowns are pointing fingers...again 
no vacancy at the coroners lounge.

Florists and pharma are stacking chips
the panicked are dusting off prayers
the media is tossing frantic to the wind
the governments shutting...

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T'was a beauteous morning I stood there adoring,
the florists flowers finest.
From outside I peered as a little I feared-
may come down with a pollen puffed sinus.
That's when I sighted hence truely delighted;
a blossoming rose differentiated.
Dashed...

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In one more week, loves season will peak.
Where lovers can find what a true heart will seek.
The fragrance of February flows in the breeze.
And even some men will get down on their knees.
 
The florists...

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The soul of Christmas

Now that Hanukkah or Jul is upon us there talk about souls
floating about in listless bodies.
To believe that the soul is an entity a part of the body
is a fallacy the last...

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The soul of Christmas

Now that Hanukkah or Jul is upon us there talk about souls
floating about in listless bodies.
To believe that the soul is an entity a part of the body
is a fallacy the last...

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A ROSE IS a type of flower.
I'm  trying to understand.
A flower is not always a ROSE.
Although a ROSE could be a weed.
A weed is not always a ROSE.
Is a ROSE always a weed?
So then...

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In a kingdom full of documents
 a tree
A forlorn virtual storage
 parking paper words 
a tree 
cut down for me
 fashion into paper 
ink stains on them 
effort extensions 
and point editing
I can't read
 yet...

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