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Spaghetti Rose couldn't see her toes,
For all the noodles up her nose!
Inhaled by the bale,
All else would pale,
When Spaghetti Rose ended up in jail!
You see,
She had stolen a load of spaghetti for her nose!
I saw a lady selling flowers
walking along where cars turn left
not much time to make the deal
maybe some folks want them
but they have to turn
or stop traffic
cars will honk
chaos
yikes
Every time I see them sell flowers
it reminds me of my mother
she used to have to do that
like a My Fair Lady
before she met Dad
I bring flowers
to her now
vases
full
But I don't buy them from the sellers
I just pick them from our garden
then arrange them in a vase
Some tall flowers, some short
complimentary--
yellow, purple
(magenta
daisies,
too!)
I listened to leaves rustling the other day; talking in a dialect of tree
As I lived in a waking dream; that evening, their words became filled with clarity
They spoke of the woman; who had arms around me, a human singularity
Someone glowing bright; with life giving light, in the color shade of serenity
Whose touches; provide happiness, in reflection, back to her radiantly
As I learn the language of a rose, a season evolves; of remarkable serendipity
All I know, there's no way to measure; the time spent with you, in units of mere positivity
Sitting at my thinking spot
Sun is going down
Thoughts of you abounding
No one else around
Birds are singing happily
Joyously in flight
Maybe one of them is you
Who's come to say goodnight
Kiss me so that I can dream
Dreamy dreams of you
Come and land inside my heart
Until my days are through
Then spend part of eternity
A hundred zillion years
Singing for me, that would be
Music to my ears
Let the waves carry me away
To a dream of you walking through a field
Until I get there wait for me
And together we will yield
Harvests of pretty flowers
Fragrant, big bouquets
Scented springtime nosegays
In my hands I wield
A solitary rose
That didn't come from here
It rested on my music stand
I put it there last year
It dried and lost some color
Its perfume is no more
But beautiful yet still it is
I kept it in my drawer
Until today, I took it out
And now does reappear
A token of affection
From me to you my dear
I bred a rose of color rare
And gave it to my lady fair.
She looked at it disdainfully
Then, laughing, tossed it back to me.
No man, she said, her heart would hold
Lest he applied for it with gold.
That one of her high pedigree
Was not for gardeners like me.
I explained the rose for her I'd named,
But there was no swaying one so vain.
My shattered heart and I went home
And sat there in the gloom alone.
The garden that was to me so dear
I let grow desolate and bare.
Then love and roses proved to me
Their resilience and tenacity.
I woke one day in early spring
To find each blossoming again,
And in a spot where all could see
Bloomed the rose my new love bred for me.
One is inhibited
when to grasp for her
without care without pity,
a stark reminder
for those with intent
for behold a portrait of nature
when to gaze upon
the blushing Rose at home
amongst her guardian thorns
a rural delight
nurtured in the city
in grounds of remembrance
for there she sparkles,
as she fabricates the scented air
basks in the sunrise
shimmers in dawn’s breaking dew.
© Harry J Horsman 2021
I.
Like the muse, Rose inspires his songs;
and breathes into his gloomy lines
her tender love, which rhyme prolongs.
Like the muse, Rose inspires his songs,
like verse free of errors or wrongs
that sweetly flows like fine, aged wines.
Like the muse, Rose inspires his songs;
and breathes her love into his lines.
II.
The love of Rose, within her heart,
which overflows with lovely songs,
inspires life into rhyming art.
The love of Rose, within her heart,
brings them closer though they're apart:
but love makes distance never long.
The love of Rose, within her heart,
always flows with her lovely songs.
it was a strikingly strange day! it rained pitter patter in the morning, it rained drip drop in the afternoon, but it did not rain at all in between!
ruby-red sun was up, the mellifluous birds started chirping, I felt I could rest in the warmth of magnificent sun, and watch my demure white Jasmine. it looked so elegant like a ravishing bride, waiting with beating heart for her beloved to arrive. pretty bridesmaids were the frolicking tulips in gorgeous red and yellow outfit.
it was a strange day, but it was a perfect day with the full-throated robins crooning a magical sonata, the fresh rain-showered green lawn to tread, as soft as blushing petals of rose. I am sure my graceful Jasmine felt she had nothing more to ask for!
Leaves fell,
wind blew,
dark winter's night,
the fragile air
saturated with dew.
She knew
a certainty that bound
a knot in her stomach.
He won't come tonight.
Was it worth the wait,
wailing for her lover
like a boat ready for sailing
only to find a stormy sea?
Had she not closed all doors?
Closed louvers and secured
every blessed window
of her lonely soul?
Now she could but dream
of him she scared away,
Now her garden was empty,
the musk of the rose gone forever.
Beauty That Rivals The Red Rose
He the gardener she the rose
She was only flower he chose
Days he gave her his very best
Under moonlight glow they both rest.
With great care he keeps her from harm
Always enamored by her charm
Whenever she mentions her thirst
Sate her needs, he is always first.
At dawn's first calling she wakes up
Her petals with his hands he cups
With true love, admiring her grace
This dark world together they face.
His life for her beauty so fair.
Together, love's beauty they share.
Robert J. Lindley, 8-10-2017
Sonnet in eights...
MY NAME IS ---SAVANNAH ROSE SUNFLOWER
my name Savannah
my favorite flowers are
Roses Sunflowers
one is shaped like fist
and the other looks like the sun
both which bright colorful
radiant colors
and O’ how I love them so
Savannah Sunflowers
9/25/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
a dedicated Haiku verse to Savannah Sorensen
Oh
so fair
Wonderful beautifulest
Glorious
Floral
Majestic dominants
Aromatic prominent flower
You're my darling
Gorgeous
Without
The thorns
Amidst
The storms
Repugnant forever beauty scorn
You arise amongst the bouquets
Gratifying
So fair
glorious gorgeous gratifying
My darling Rose
9/15/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
She has an air about her, and
a soul that I admire;
a heart as pure as Klondike gold,
and words that so inspire.
Like rose of pink in morning mist,
her petals have a glow;
she’s like a star in distant night,
her light the way does show.
The care she has for others shows
and sets this rose apart;
her poetry is light and fresh,
the whispers from her heart.
February 19, 2019
How you've redeemed me. Let me so declare!
After despair's depths forced me to expire,
you gave me a new spirit of desire;
and then, still more, you breathed life-giving air
into my soul; and gave me a will to dare.
Since you, I strive to reach ever higher,
and live once more with hope that feels like fire;
for you've beheld me as precious and rare.
And therefore my heart now is made of gold,
which beats for you for all time and always.
You've graced me in ways high-born and untold,
dear Rose, so I offer now thanks and praise,
and prize too great for you to count or behold.
For I love you to the end of my days.