Rose Mystery Poems

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As I was set to go out on my horse 
One eve, despite pleads to stay from my course, 
Prone I was to take my...

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With trembling heart, as an attempt I made 
To leap across, he woke up with a start, 
The sword fell from his lap with a...

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From Nabob of Junagarh, of Nizam— 
Collecting tax on cotton and the kind, 
The taxing job having strained of my calm, 
I’d stayed at a...

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I was an eminent, solar physicist, like the blushing rose, craving renown.
Each butterscotch morning I drove to work, and toiled until red sundown.

The observatory was...

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I rose early today

before the dream’s end

tried to hold on to its tail
before shaken loose,
watching the Nightly
race off, to dive into
the fading dark at the
horizon....

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Lillies sprout. Roses bloom
Tick tock tick 
All is well. SPRING TIME!
we survive 
We are alive
Eat a little drink a little 
Sleep alot
Tick tock tick
Something IS...

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In Our Feasts, We Both Drank Lover's Wine,
Second poets tribute series, third poet Gerard Manley Hopkins

Blood that entices with its red-glow appeal
Its bright warmth into...

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??? 
I saw the lady moon in sky 
She peeped in lakes and float on high  
She perched on softish throne of gales
She played...

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Faceless head of coal
Below him arms swing legs steam
Over the apex of a highway bridge

The spooky figure
Cross-country skis on the concrete
Glides right to left across...

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In golden breaths, sunlight gestures
Sweet scented thoughts of yesterday
Promising pleasure, soft vestures
Cloaking hearts, kindness won’t betray

In the dusting of the springtime
Gentle kiss from the vibrant...

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Rose Meadow, an outcast woman,
	portrayed by Fertie Fields.
The film chronicles her Pagan beliefs.
A supporting cast boasts
	Roland (Rollie) Hills and Hayden Hayfield.
	Cameos by Misty Marsh and...

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dawn meeting of minds
sharing facts in orange mist
espionage days

for the good of all
like roses in the green hall
make the hours brighter

joy and liberty
underneath the singing...

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I warned you about Mother telling her stories.
I warned you,
but you wouldn’t listen.

I warned you about the magic
of golem and djinn,
about lilac walks 
and mysterious...

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THE CARE OF A ROSE
(A Crash Course)

Lesson One
(Undone)

Today we begin
Not a sin
Not to know
Roses grow
(Who will sow?)
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A knot
A vine
A pass
In time
(Who will go?)

It starts with...

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