Rose Over My Head Poems

I’m still a hippie tie dye through
Rose colored glasses tint my view
Flower power is what I talk
But I've lost my skip so slowly I walk

Sure,...

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Some mornings my locks are in place
but other times tis froze
as a plane tree blooms at the base
then different days are flowers from when I...

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My heart sings lines of poetry
Inside my head I dance carefree
The grass is cool between spry toes
Serene adrift a purple rose



Published in my 24-page photo/anthology...

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The dawn is fragrant with a ruby rose,
the sunset smells as somnolent as blue 
night violets... In fragrance they compose
its head and tail but heart...

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Without thorns,
A rose is not a rose;
Without rhythm and rhyme,
Poetry is just a prose.
I don't put pen to paper in order to kill time,
For if...

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Conceivable lines pivoting on time splinter extraordinary
Two pieces of extra ordinary provokes ambidextrious configurations of double dynamics in the dramatics of spilling inks ingenious strokes...

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How often I’ve  thought ,  I’ll just stay in bed...
But that’s for sick folks my mother said
So I’ll just linger a little while...
...

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Did you see squares all over the page?
stars of E.S.P?
wavy lines?
blue circles?
Can we add it  with a plus sign
come a cross something few will...

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