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The roses are the best at the tree
The eyes on them rejoice
Gather the iris spree
Say Aah with the glee in the voice
When from the branches quite high
Someone plucks a few and then leaves
In a bunch on a tray on the sly
A little irritation under the sleeves
What I am not inclined to do for myself
A sky like attitude is doing that for me
Somewhat hesitantly I see it there on the shelf
But then on the flower there is also a bee
Out of the pink a heart incognito
The molecules of the love-laden mind
Rejoicing at the fact that I cannot say no
To the Premium membership and does it hiding behind
You are a good soul whoever you are
Though the difference doesn't matter much for me
In the harsh daylight you are in the hidden stars
Thank you for the cup of tea
April 12, 2018
Roses are red
or so we’ve been told,
a neat little truth
the world likes to hold.
But I’ve watched them linger
past crimson and flame,
softening into purples,
into vintage, into almost-gone names.
Roses are red
until time has its say,
until petals grow tired
of being bright every day.
I love them in bloom,
all full of their youth,
open and fragrant
and certain of truth.
But there’s something holy
in watching them fall,
in colors that whisper
instead of calling.
They teach me that beauty
is not just the start
it lives in the fading,
the breaking apart.
Roses are red,
yes... briefly, it’s true.
But they’re also most honest
when they’re changing too.
O, unbidden rain I welcome you to my garden,
the flowers are thirsty . . . .
We have been w a i t i n g for you
The cosmos, daisies and red roses are hanging their heads
F
A
L
L rain with glistening drops gentle
And with deep love kiss each sweet petal and tender leaf
The vines are reaching out their tendrils t w i n i n g and curling
O, the pleasant petrichor scent, the delightful drip, dripping
Can you hear the flowers s i n g i n g even a green frog yells out . . .
Soothing and calming is this summer downpour,
Under the tin roof of my gazebo, I listen to the score;
Murmuring and whispering in my sadly dropping garden,
Musical, the lovely melody of utter abandon;
Ebbing and fading and then rebounding again,
Reprising over and over, a soulful song beautiful.
Rhapsodic and exuberant the pulsing sortie,
Absolute and utter is my repose, completely;
Impressive and dramatic the swaying foliage,
Nourished and totally free is my spiritual muse.
And it rained all night, becoming quite the storm. Sleep music on the roof
of my home. I lay in bed warm and cozy, listening until my eyes drooped
and closed. I awoke in the morning and the rain had passed but the streets
were flooded and the rain was gushing from the storm runoffs. I went
out to my garden and it was so tranquil and still. It seemed happy and to
me it was a dripping rainforest.
a garden d r i p p i n g
leaves heavy with the wetness-
after the rainstorm
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June 5, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/Acrostic/Haibun/O, Unbidden Rain
Copyright Protected, ID 16-797-74-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Rain
sponsor, Eve Roper
First Place
~Beautiful Bouquet Of Red Roses~
(Acrostic)
Beautiful bouquet of vibrant very lovely red roses
Elegant fragrant they're a gift from God above
A most romantic enchantingly soft delicate flower so very
Unique and beautiful in every single way
Their permeating perfume is truly a delight to my heart
Indeed their powerful presence is a bright sight to my eyes
Find them in a diverse array of colors, hues and names and all
Under a ton of their very exuberant unconcealed mythical celebrated charm and the
List of their endless variety just goes on and on
Roses are my very favorite flowers of all of them out there and
On this I can always honestly swear
Since they truly just amaze me and
Enthrall all of my heart and senses with all their unique loveliness and pure beauty.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016
April.26.2016
Author's Notes:
An "Acrostic" is a poem or other form of writing in which the first letter, syllable or word of each line, paragraph or other recurring feature in the text spells out a word or a message. The word comes from the French "acrostiche" from post-classical Latin acrostichis.
I buy you fake flowers because they are the only ones that last forever
Times promise from me to you, I will never leave your side
You are my forever and I don't have to think twice
Because when you see it you know the truth
Without you flowers would have no color and the sky would never be blue
So let's stay together so forever and ever I can continue to say I love you
I don't deserve you but I'm glad I have you
Diamond rose ring for the first my hearts pledge to thee
Gold sprinkled throughout as you look at your ring finger and think of only me
p.s. roses are better when gold....
garden in my coral dream showcases roses and violets,
gorgeous flowers swaying, fluttering petals in misty breeze,
intoxicated birds croon to each other, are they love-sick!
February 8, 2022
Syllables (16-15-15) checked by HMS.com
For "Roses are red, violets are blue - a valentine challenge in one of five ways" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
THIRD PLACE
For Brian Strand - 1074 Poetry Contest
FIRST PLACE
If only you knew.. how much I love you,
to the ends of the earth,
you make my heart beat faster and faster.
If only you knew.. how much I loved the sea,
the water with many shades of blue,
walking with the sand beneath my feet,
cool breezes to sleep by.
If only you knew.. how much I love beautiful flowers,
pink roses are my very favorite,
soft peddles that smell so heavenly.
If only you knew.. how much I miss you,
our talking, laughing and car rides, saying good by was hell on earth,
If only you knew.. my thoughts and desires,
you might be amazed with what you would find,
if only you knew.
Date Written:10/23/2020
3 Place
If only you knew Contest Judged:10/26/2020 Sponsored by: Silent One
The humidity of July makes sweat drip,
the unbearable heat frustrates everyone,
they stay cool and avoid the scorching sun.
The fire hydrants are open and kids
love the cold water splashing on their bodies;
grandmother sits in the shade of the ember tree
and wipes her wrinkled forehead and nags...
her wish might be realized as stormy clouds arrive.
" My roses are dying, and the grass
is turning yellow!" she complains...
" If it only rained steady for an hour! "
is her wish and it that might be realized.
Arounf four o' clock, a whirlwind wind
blows off her straw hat, grandma realises
a storm is coming soon and warning
her grandchildren, " Get out of the water! "
The playful kids hesitate to leave but obeying
they go inside, jim shouted," It's getting awfully dark! "
a loud thunder shakes the entire house, kids
get closr to grandma fearing the fury of the storm.
Written on 9/2/2017
Looking into the water I can see the face of a person that has always enjoyed nature.
I know what you are thinking, you are wondering if it is my reflection.
That ship has already set sail to a dry mountain like the one in Turkey.
The face I see is of a person with cornflower hair.
What a mystery that I would see someone with these qualities as mine are from the largest continent, more specifically in the South.
Roses are the most beautiful when they bloom in the South this includes South and Southeast Asia.
The person I see is a tumbleweed that moves from different places and never knows where to call home, her home.
A tragedy has occurred that has left her in grief and in confusion; a time of evaluation that has involved the analytical thinker of the Damned!
Your words of hopelessness and where the future lies when you are given a site farther away from your hometown is quite troubling as it is telling me that you are only focusing on the latter of your stays and not on the truth.
Are you truly here when you say you are? Or Are you there every time you are sent out on an assignment? It is quite possible that a drive of nearly a day would make you think about what you want in life.
Being in a state of hopelessness has led the Ravens of Odin to tell me that you are a Red Herring, similar to Bishop Aringosa. Being forever alone was your fear or it has become the self-fulfillment of your life.
How many men have you said that statement to and how close were you to them is a concept that I have started to question. It is possible that they felt forced and that you are living a lie of a mental patient without medication.
All we can do is be friends and nothing more as my Aunt Odalys stated, “Sometimes it is better to have that one friend you cared about.”
I would have never believed that you would burn bridges before they could start to take shape. I already know the answer.
Even my family has started to see through the veil you have cast. If you cannot win the heart of the Italo-Spagnolo Hungarian Mother then it would be difficult for the Unity.
You have become the Red Herring of Colorado
Are you truly looking for my heart or have you been lying to me?
I ask this while I am looking into the Arkansas River at the Raptor Center.
Do not lie to me! I already know the answer! I am looking for the integrity of the answer.
Let It Rain
On mountaintops and hillsides
In villages and valley floors
Let it rain
Fall on us through the whispers of the wind
Fill our creeks and ditches up to our chins
Let it rain
Fill our dams, our rivers, and our reservoirs
Grant to us the musical raindrops for hours
Let it rain
On roof tops of tin, asphalt, and tar
May your wet drops be heard from afar
Let it rain
Our summer lawns are no longer green
Roses are struggling like I’ve never seen
Let it rain
The fall trees are late and longing for brown
The birds and the bees stare at me with a frown
Let it rain
The summers have been long, dry, and hot
Some farmers quit, because their crops were shot
Let it rain
The drought has lasted for at least four years
Many have experienced the pain along with the tears
Let it rain
O Lord, many things have changed and will never be the same
O Lord, only you can make it rain, as we pray in your name
O Lord, wet our appetite for you, and take away our fright
O Lord, we plea, let it rain.
12222015(PS contest, about “Rain”)