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Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
The world feels so empty,
And I’m fading too.
The stars seem to whisper,
But I can't hear the sound,
I'm lost in the silence,
Where no light is found.
The nights stretch forever,
The days are all gray,
I’m stuck in a moment,
That won’t go away.
The mirror reflects
A face I don’t know,
A soul filled with sorrow,
A heart moving slow.
I reach for the pieces
That crumble to dust,
Our love full of promise,
Now broken and rust.
The roses are wilting,
The violets are too,
But nothing feels colder
Than the loss of you.
I try to keep breathing,
But the air’s growing thin,
My mind's full of voices,
I can’t silence them in.
I reach for the warmth,
But the cold holds me tight,
I'm chasing a shadow,
That hides from the light.
Remember the way we jumped up and dOwn
oh our Smiles, hEarts beating like flapping wingS
shouting gloriously for all our efforts to be repaid
everyone to their feet, except the defeated
simultaneous combustion of crowds
arena in disArray, embarrassment in full display
Rendered eye for eye, tooth for tooth
easy eyes fluttEr to the basement floor
remember the day, the Bird was snatched away
extraordinary Lala land, we played the game
desperate, we came unglUed. lost my left shoE
Kim Rodrigues ©2017 Oscar madness.
Like the old rusty tin
On a run down barn
I felt like my time was spent
And I didn’t need to wonder
About fresh ideas
Or new adventures
Time had taken it’s toll
I was living proof
That everything grows old
Like a flower dying down
Losing petals, withering
I felt my heart melting
Into the memories
Of feelings long past
It was such a shock to me
When I met this man
The man of my dreams
And he brought to me
A fresh hope, a new thought
Ideas and inspirations
That I had so often sought
Time had taken it’s toll
But finally I could know
Prayers were being answered
With affirmative replies
And I would eventually die
Happy and alive, thriving
On the inside
With this man by my side
I would blossom like a rose
Promising to flourish and grow
Like the old rusty tin
That sits on that run down barn
I only needed a coat of paint
To show the world that I was
Capable of renewing my wings
Flying again, across the skies
That glitter and flicker
With warm and silent hopes
This amazing and gentle man
Brought to me
A new thought, a fresh approach
The renewal I needed
To dance through this world
With a light that shines so bright
It glimmers love
Into the weary soul
I love this man
And am so thankful
To be holding his hand
Through this life
And on through eternity
Dreams of Halloween
Like a shadow moving in the darkness…
It is something seldom seen.
A total act of malevolence,
as monsters haunt your dreams…
As the sun goes down
before tonight’s full Moon.
A low rolling fog spread
feelings of foreboding and doom.
Ghouls and Goblins step out of the gloom,
Looking to frighten little children in costume.
Evil spirits celebrate their tormented dreams.
Of what can only be.
Halloween!! All hallows eve!!
From nightmare to nightmare
and things that go bump in the night.
You have an uneasy feeling
like somethings just not right.
Looking around you stop to check.
Feeling the hairs stand up on the back you neck.
A cold chill from your sixth sense gives you a freight.
As you fall victim to a Vampires bite.
People hear your blood curdling screams!
As you desperately try to run
from this tormented dream.
Tripping over a rotted corps
You fall into an empty grave.
As you struggle to get out,
You become the sandman’s slave.
Count Dracula summons you,
Because once upon a time.
You were brave.
From nightmare to nightmare
now night of the living dead.
You’re one of the Zombies
waiting in the darkness
to crack open somebody’s head.
As you step from the shadows
grabbing victims right off the street.
Eating their blood dripping brains
makes feel complete.
A feeling you’ve known all too well,
as Witches cast their powerful spell.
Like a shadow moving in the darkness.
It is something seldom seen.
A total act of malevolence,
as monsters haunt your dreams.
This, Will never be complete,
unless innocent little children wearing costumes,
Go door to door yelling. Trick!! or treat!!
I found myself in the garden of roses;
How sweet the sight of roses,
Sweetness that no word can name
And each holds in its heart a torch of flame.
I saw a new bloomed rose,
A red rose
That thrills the soul,
And makes the heart roll.
The spell was over,
Reality came over,
I called her rose
And she smiled at me like a new bloomed rose.
Her personality like that of a red rose;
Her beauty like that of a rose;
Her radiant face illuminates my soul;
Her contagious smile makes my smile roll.
Come, all ye admirers;
Come with your desires;
Come and smell the rose;
Come and smell the seductive fragrance that'll make you doze.
"Roses are red,
I want you in our bed."
"Violets are blue,
you can do anything to me that you want to,
and anything you want from me I'll do to you too."
On Valentine's Day I was very super bad.
I gave her what appeared to be nothing more than a brown paper bag.
I'll never forget her look of disappointment, she looked so sad.
Stacked high inside of it,
from the bottom to the top,
were individual Happy Valentine's Day messages,
and with each individual Valentine's Day message read,
the lower you go, the more romantic, but more important, dirtier they'd get.
We had an evening that to this very day we still can't forget.
We had to burn the sheets after we broke the bed.
Now I sit at the graveside of memory,
on this eve of Mother's Day,
The path that I walked to your gravesite
Strewn with petals of flowers in May
Roses are red, but somehow, I'm blue,
For long loss and heartaches
And mother; of you.
I brought you my tokens, then left at your feet,
Longing for belonging,
In your Mother love sweet.
Mother, so longed I, I know that you knew
I sought, and I'd waited, for sweet time with you
I sit at the gravesite of your memory
Hoping in heaven that one day there'll be,
Time for a new hope, refreshing as rain,
And, Mother, my hope to be near you again
Roses have thorns mom, I know this is true
And true love has pain, mom, I truly loved you.
On Mother's Day Eve, I hope in some way,
God gifts you my Mama,
A sweet Mother's Day
Oscar Levant, American Author, Comedian, Music Composer and more,
Was born in the early 20th Century and died in the 1970’s
Each decade, or era has their comedians – below is one of Mr Levant’s quotes,
TWO BY TWO EQUALS FOUR
A young couple Clorrita and Dwaine,
Decided to spend a holiday in Spain,
Both vegans, enjoyed a good radish,
But either neither nor, spoke Spanish.
They carried masks, heard of an Epidemic,
The Spanish Flu could become Pandemic,
They lived in Europe on inland terrain,
So decided they would travel by train.
They asked for a sleeper for four,
The ticket officer asked, “Why Senor”,
“Well, there is me and I, and she,
And my wife, so four we are you see”.
They had never thought or planned,
People could not understand,
When they went out to dine,
“A table for four please, will be fine”.
Eventually returned home, all so relieved,
Even Clorrita and Dwaine heaved,
A sigh, people don’t do simple maths anymore,
Schizophrenics are two by two equals four!
“ROSES ARE RED VIOLETS ARE BLUE, I’M SCHIZOPHRENIC AND SO AM I”
Fortunately, medicine has advanced incredibly since the 1970’s.
The Paying (I wish) Public marvels
at what comes out: those explosive, star-spangled
phrases and melodies (the few times I get it right);
but what of the great-real that went in, the life-struggles,
the tears, the soul-smothering isolation – not to forget
the little left of me, squirming squiggly, imprisoned
with the many nameless, sparsely filled, crumpled-up
white-pulp battlefields in the wastebasket – my inky piles of bones –
clawed-out guts (the years of painful extraction,
likened to going to the dentist, then being told, that I have a serious abscess,
needing an immediate Root Canal, though unfortunately
Covid has prevented our delivery of anesthetic)...
Oh well, here goes again:
Roses are red – so is a poet's blood;
The moon strings silvery, strum-able beams –
myself too busy to play them, running on a
treadmill, going nowhere, in my Write-blocked-nightmare,
ominously pulled from words my stalled mind should be chasing...
So, my Love (Poetry), she does
and she does not – till one
mightily fit for publication:)
Roses are red. Violets are blue,
But Violets for you, PD, just won’t do!
Roses mean passion, for roses are red,
And though I don’t want this to go to your head,
PD, you’re sweeter than dozens of roses
So those who give violets to you ---- Up their NOSES.
A thousand red roses for you. No, a TON,
For you are too awesome and way too much fun.
I’ll take off the thorns from each rose one by one,
And finally when all of my thorn-picking’s done,
I’ll wrap them up nicely in big bright bouquets,
The fragrance of thousands to last many days!
Roses are friendly, but violets are shy.
I won’t give violets to just have you cry!
Happy Valentine’s Day to my good friend, PD,
For your zaniness, wit and your sweet poetry.
May you ever remain in this fun tight-knit group,
The spice that enhances our Poetry Soup!
Written by Andrea Dietrich
and Dedicated to PD in honor of Valentine's Day