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Oh! My Love Red is the color of a rose.
And red is the color of hearts and flowers.
Red roses symbolize romantic lovers.
Two hearts beating the same as one.
Singing and dancing in the moonlight.
Underneath the luminous moon's
silvery light. Singing and dancing
until the break of day. We will be
dancing in the moon light.
Oh my Love is like a red rose blooming
in the gardens of endless pleasure
and delight. Watching the dying
embers of a fire. Wishing and
hoping and praying. You love me
just as much as I honestly do love you
most of all. Our love will last forever!
Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
February 16, 2020
***Dedicated to lovers every where.
I hope you had a Happy Valentine's
Day.
The Single Girls Valentines Day
( or ...We Love the 15th)
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February has now arrived,
hearts and flowers everywhere.
Valentine's Day will be here soon.
The day for loving couples to share.
But for singles ladies like this one
it's an annoying sight to see
those sappy ads and commercials
they bombard us with on T.V.
So Valentine's Day again this year
will be movie night for me and the cat.
Just nothing about love and romance.
I think I'll just boycott that.
The fifteenth is our holiday
when all the chocolate is marked half price.
On the fourteenth we may be lonely
but the fifteenth is pretty nice.
01/02/2017
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Valiant suitor in pursuit; for a valentine he has on his mind,
Aching to catch the eye of a lady sweet, fair and kind.
Longing to impress, in his intentions, he must truly shine.
Each day he yearns for a passioned filled fate,
Notions fill his head, with dreams of their first date.
Troubled briefly, that she would decline his advances;
Inspired by February's hearts and flowers, he would take his chances.
"Nothing ventured, nothing gained"; hoping his invitation would not be in vain.
Evening comes, the table is set, the candles glow; dinner and dancing a perfect
night for romancing.
Chocolates, hearts and flowers are ubiquitous in the markets or stores
It is like a frenzy storm, like heavy raindrops rushing through the gutters
I am told at the big mall, it’s like Christmas Eve, where procrastinators
Are buying boxes of chocolate, flowers, candies of all kinds and colors
Candles, jewelries, intimate pajamas, and sexy accessories for loved ones
Wow! Love must really be in the air or something different is quaffing
The oxygen, which is necessary and essential for our survivals. Something
Is in the fresh air, where the moon is full and craziness makes no sense
In this fascinating world, where babies are slaughtered and innocent victims
Are cursed, beaten, jailed and killed: I ponder and wonder. They don’t care
It’s is a show of tradition, not a show of unconditional love. I cannot bare
Not to say anything about what I’m witnessing and living. Bad dreams
Endure; they don’t last. Nightmares see the devil in the dark in your bedroom
I guess, hope and pray that Saint Valentine can improve the current events
Yet, I am afraid of the hypocrisy, which behaves like evil rats and pesky ants
Yes, I am confused, shocked and bewildered by so much extravagance for only one day
I write and pray that true love rains and reigns, and tolerance shines on Valentine’s day.
Copyright © February 13, 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Notebook décor, hearts and flowers, created with glitter pens, and pretty inks.
Fancy bubble letters writing out love, tulip, magic, and other dainty words.
Mrs. John Pebbles, slyly written inside the notebook, or hidden without, as to not alert
Fourteen-year-old shy John, who might instantly flame up with a horrified red face.
The thirteen-year-old artist/daydreamers smiles as she doodles and colors, math class long forgotten.
She begins coloring in her shapes with turquoise, purple, lavender, pink, red, and yellow.
“MARY!”
Teacher sounds irritated to the listeners in the class.
Mrs. John Pebbles does not hear, she is enmeshed in a glorious daydream with her prince.
“MARY!” A few others look up, but not Mrs. J.
Colored pens are rapidly confiscated by teacher in a swift angry arm swoop upon Mary’s desk.
Mrs. John Pebbles looks up and glares at her with her full woman glare.
A housewife one second, and now a mere thirteen-year-old in math class.
A woman who cannot adorn is a woman scorned.
Rename that lane for it’s unpleasant truth?
Pull down that statue and melt down it’s proof?
Destroy the signs of a malignant history?
Soon kids will think it’s all fiction or mystery
Rarely is history all hearts and flowers
Rarely is history pretty or sweet
Conflicting views and competitive powers
Where someone’s a winner and someone gets beat
Use and abuse and to hell with the weak
Victors exploiting the downtrodden meek
History tells us of yesterday’s way
So we’ll tread new paths for a wiser today
So rename that lane if you’re really that fussed
That statue will fall if to fell it you must
But sweeping the ashes of yesterday’s fires
Will just breed a nation of abject deniers
No hearts and flowers for me on Valentine's Day,
so Cupid, don't take aim with your arrows.
My heart will not allow love to sweep me away.
For past passion there was a profuse price to pay.
I was wounded in the breast like a felled sparrow.
No hearts and flowers for me on Valentine's Day.
He destroyed my love with evil words not held at bay,
and snuffed it out like a candle flame atop the tallow.
'tis why my heart will not allow love to sweep me away.
There is no consolation for the sorrowful blame I lay
upon the shoulders of the man who acted like Pharaoh.
No hearts and flowers for me on Valentine's Day.
All the love I had to give was loaded upon my heart's dray,
and he dumped it in the gutter like dung in a wheelbarrow.
My heart will not allow love to ever sweep me away.
Hear me, Cupid, and don't try to lead my heart astray.
I've already been crushed and plowed as if by a harrow.
No hearts and flowers for me on Valentine's Day.
My heart will not allow love to sweep me away.
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January 22nd 2016
Valentine's Villanelle Contest
Sponsored by Dave Will
As we celebrate love
Whispering joy that abides
Inside those hearts who know
True love is more than
Hearts and flowers
It takes time – it takes prayer
True love is a sign that God is there,
Providing the foundation,
The inspiration for a life together
Promising joy that lasts, joy forever
As we celebrate the feelings
That silence our darkness,
Awaken our kindness, gentling
Even the struggles that arise
From doubts and discouragements
It is this love, this great love
That abides within those who see
He is the answer to every need,
He sees our darkness and still breathes
Light inside us – making us see…
Love that answers every prayer we speak
Love this wonderful is a love that betrays
Hearts who listen to the One who made a way
Beyond the stars – past the sunrise,
Into the peace of a forever who can see…
Together, we are free – to live our lives in
Agreement with the hope that sings…
As we celebrate the miracle of the love that is forever
Happy Valentine’s Day – I’m so thankful we’re together!
Greeting Cards
by Bob Moore ©2018
Christmas cards and Birthday cards. and cards all full of cheers
wedding cards and Get Well cards, we get lots through the years
Cards that say I love you, and forever you’ll be mine
not sure about forever though, that’s a bloody long long time
With hearts and flowers, love and joy, and inspirational sayings
with Christmas trees and snowmen, and little children playing
Our Christmas list gets shorter, as years go one by one
and friends and family we have known, have moved away, or gone
Now everyone sends e-cards, or on Facebook leave their greetings
is so easy there, to leave, a message, short and fleeting
for friends we do not even know, and we have never met
a “like” for something you have said, the closest you will get
Mother’s Day and Father’s Day , and Anniversary tweeting
at least it lets us stay in touch, and send each other greeting
so whatever special day, this may be to you
I hope you will enjoy it, and all your wishes may come true
as all your friends and relatives, wish for you the best
and you are happy with this day, when you lay your head to rest.
I wonder why we, of all people I have known,
fly and breathe and beat so far apart.
We who have shared as one strong heart
drawn to therapeutic spells and smells
of hearts and flowers,
and old gay tales,
wherever these death-defying deviant truths might lead
Prepared to follow this good faith,
not once doubting what was best for other's feelings
and warmest thoughts of trust
was best for both in longer runs of curious faith
in someone made for you
as you are made with me
Or are you too much made by me
with over-fertilized integrity
still wondering why we,
of all,
fly our ways as part of two
and many million more who dream as one
cherished belonging memory.
Without belonging
I would have never known
this not belonging feels too much apart.