Rose Number Poems

i am the one they call number 8

you'll find me writing in the empty space

rough, black scribbles in a white background

it helps to block out...

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The number nine, when said, is a bright red!
Such a ruby gleam! As pleasant 

as a red rose that holds the morning's
raindrops that will then...

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The number nine,
 when said, is a bright red!

As pleasant to see as a red rose,
hat opens for the morn'. 

Whose petals I see may...

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The silver king{1} banded with the dark queen{2},
United under the all-powerful one{3}.
Off to war, of armies of four{4},
together with the warrior son{5}.

Battle was fierce, many...

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Number One, out of Three

Sadly, badly is the way I handled it.
Things were falling apart, nothing fit.

Leaving it all behind, I hit the road.
Neglecting responsibility...

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riding out the storm on my last limb
dragging along my feet in a half-swim
looking at all the fish, throwing all back
feeling out the weather where...

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ancient bubble's gift
amber trapped mosquito's head
breathes scent of wild rose

Long Tooth
June 20, 2016

Poet's Notes:
Inspired by Mike Duffy on FB's Japanese Poetry Garden Path!...

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He loves me 
He loves me not …

He loves me 
He loves me not …

When the rose tinted petals fell from my eyes
I was no...

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You have forgotten me
Days without number
But I am not God
I will not speak to you
I will not remind you of my love
I will not call...

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after all those sleepless nights
i figured it out.
I'm not sick without you
I don't even miss you.
a piece of our sex is stuck in my sinuses;
like...

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Life greeted Death
with an epoch
from the depths of dusk
with a dawn,

the sun rose lucid
with it's soft spotted infant rose
now awake,
hanging heavily harnessed
in the steaming swaying...

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A tragedy struck the USA a decade ago
The World Trade Center was attacked by an enemy we didn’t know
Thousands died quickly from a terrible fate
The...

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the rose is a beauty to behold
it is loved by most women on this earth
is it because the rose is like a woman? 
when it...

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Turn round, turn round
And face your fears
Turn round see who you really are
Turn round and follow the compass rose
Turn round and see the Lord
He was...

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The Haiku Master
waited at the twilight hour
It dawned on him


Floribunda rose
Awakens to spill it's scent
Midsummer night dream...

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