Rose Pride Poems

Colour me perfect in green white and gold, 
A tricolour heart from the young to the old,
A land of giants from the causeway to swift,
A...

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It was a long time ago,
but I still remember the day
she came to live with us,
my aunt, a young widow.
Everybody called her Rosy,
maybe because she...

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Mother Nature swelled with pride
    The Ozone dropped to its knees and cried
  Seen yesterday as forever elusive
   ...

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I loved you once long ago
Your long golden braids catching the snow
We held hands together as one
Our bond bright as the summer sun

Our time together...

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You are just a rose 
And beautiful by design
Gaudy with blue hue
Your purity is virtue
Makes a graceful man stumble...

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[Note: You will see in the work below connections to other poems I have posted here.  Those poems are tangents to this poem that...

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...He remembered his childhood,
Cajun stories of the bayou,
and one of an old witch doctor,
they claimed he still practiced voodoo.

He had seen the man once or...

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The Deadly Triad of History

The Renaissance enlightened minds
sprouted revolutions of evolutionary kinds
favouring towards nation state
and absurd race of imperialism began
envious of one-another,
to conquer the world...

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I used to tell my mother earnestly,
“come to my place to live with me”.
She always said, “I will, when I’m free”,
she went instead to new...

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I sit still as a drop on a calm lotus leaf,
whispers of breeze grant me relief from inner grief;
Crystal-like, mercury-like, puddled, yet, cuddled,
Touching still not-touching;...

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Petals have now fallen from the final rose
His forsythia bush is ready for pruning
Weeds are taking over where his lilac grows
And, fall bulbs not taken...

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It is time for them to run  

In the Jersey Shore tourist sun  

Continuing their three-year-old campaign  

Feeling the warmth of youthful...

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Imagine your finest moment ever
Can you remember what you said?
Don't make it something tawdry,
Like what you accomplished in bed
Be remembered for a stellar occasion
When you...

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Songs ... of the (Indian) People...

	Living among the free, 
	is like breathing in the wind. 
	You never knew in which direction, 
	tomorrow would take you....

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Speak not rose of lady youth in manner now barbarian, 
In presence yet uncouth.

Unworthy of a dirt which lives traverse. 
A specter of recluse, a...

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