Rose No Chance Poems

I walked inside my burning home,
Gave him a second chance. 
Where even the welcoming doormat now, 
frowned upon my glance.
Broken glass, a shattered sea,
Hopes and...

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*** The Bond ***												—-————————————-
(Written for Bob Heman, my poet/artist friend since 
1969, whose heart is very strong and will reach to 
all.  Be well...

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I as a rose, a bud, carefully you must open
     Closed against cold voice and words of love past
  ...

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He stole my heart in a youth too young to realize
that a future of love was right before my eyes. 
He wanted forever, I felt...

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Love is not a rose
But like the bush
On which it grows.

Stems with prickly skins
Tangle and twist
To upward grow.

You paint bright the blooms;
I tithe the thorns
To...

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Closed to me seven so cute bottles
Each one of them is a quarter of a Tola,
Each one is beautifully  covered by smooth tulle
Musk, rose,...

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Lingering, we watch the quays
Rambling by the old seaside,
On brisk yet fluid August days
While gazes caught waves on a ride;
To mirror our bewitched displays
Like sighs,...

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I see a world in a sea of peace
Cleansed by the waves of love
A sacred earth with love so pure
That are corals in our eyes.

Where...

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They call them
Chance meetings
What chance 
Did I have
In the space 
of time
The sun rose
Or sets or
the time
a spin cycle
Tosses clothes
Too and fro
no rhyme
Or reason
To it
like...

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I was not looking to fall in love with you, but my heart spoke quietly to me and the love fell 
gently into my soul.
There...

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I never had a chance to give you roses,
or lay rose pedals on your bed and maybe,
place them around your feet.

I never lit scented candles...

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I never had the chance
To hear you talk
Our time ran out
Before you could walk.

You were born with wings
A sign we knew
That the man upstairs
Would soon...

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Love is a chance of a rose, in absence of thorn
this destiny, blind to fate yet still holds it's hand
it becomes me, though it evades...

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