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The morning sun arises,
I wake to my trembling legs.
As neighbors' noise echoes,
A lovely young rose catches my sight.
Wondering within my mind,
Where might its delicate petals come from?
And why is it so close, with thorns that shine?
But every breath I took
Was filled with the magic of its aura.
And then I yearned to gently touch
Its velvety softness, or indulge in its sweet aroma.
In my heart, I whispered to myself,
'I'll claim it as my own,
Protect it forever,
And cherish it always.'
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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!
chasing the heat haze on the highway
smoking a spliff while "let it roll” plays
praying to feel your touch by Friday
without adding another cross on the byway
I haven’t seen the world
as it is
for a while
but I refuse to close my eyes
and abide
by their lies
as a mother Searches
ashes
for her child
all so some bastard can watch the sea
while it rises
and dies
I hope this half gets me to payday
although It wont take any pain way
I can Stow it away
for another day
While it watches and waits for my minds decay
they left in 1921
but just took there guns
to Jerusalem
still a child throws a stone
& they break bone
to break soul
in the sky zanana’s flown
to kick hope
show control
wains with nowhere to go
forced to roam
with no home
a Folk with no gravestone
left alone
not a rose
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!)
Roses are blue and violets are red
When I think of you everything is backwards in my head
Like what I usually would never do I'm now thinking about times two
Every reservation turns into an invitation, so I made plans including dinner for two
Her favorite flower is a rose, and what would a rose be by any other name
If I pick a rose does it take my last name
Roses are pink and Lilys are Lilac
Lavender conversations tastes different when you know she has your back
A rose tattooed on my back is dead until your finger tips hug my thorns
A relationship embraces the pain of every fallen petal
A rose is just a star but with you holding it I can see the galaxy
Dreams aren't that far away with you in the passenger seat
She drives me crazy and I don't mind
What's happiness without adversity
Is a rose still as beautiful without the barb wire
Roses are white and sunflowers are teal
In a crowded room, far away, but I can still feel
You
U without the y. o. because something is different
U and I could be different, and the world needs a change
p.s. I just want to buy you flowers...
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
In wild gardens, a tale unfolds,
Love's endeavor, silently told.
A gardener's hand, gentle and true,
Nurtured a rose in a barren view.
Seeds of hope, he tenderly sowed,
Watching the bud's beauty bestowed.
But fate's cruel touch forced them to part,
Leaving a heavy ache in his heart.
No more tending her soil each day,
No more witnessing her vibrant display.
Yet in absence, he whispers a plea,
"May she flourish and be truly free."
Accepting their paths now diverge,
Memories of love forever surge.
With every prayer, his hope takes flight,
For her petals to bloom, pure and bright.
Though he may never see her grace,
In his heart, her beauty finds its place.
Unintertwined, yet connected deep,
A love that blossomed, a secret to keep.
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
I bow to you with a rose in my hand
and hope you press it between love's pages
I will not assume nor will I demand
I'll promise to love you through the ages
hear my heartbeat when it speaks to you, love
it will give you all of your heart's desire
with love no more than what we can dream of
through all the days and nights that we acquire
Look into my eyes and you'll see passion
The kind that stays faithful and burns always
Our love will never go out of fashion
For it's built on trust and respect's slow blaze
Accept this rose and pin it on your dress
Let its sweet fragrance tantalize your dreams
Holding hands together, let us progress
to a future filled with love's bright sunbeams.
Form: Rhyme (10 syllables)
30th March 2023
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
Unsure of the wisdom of getting married that day,
the young woman stood in the garden
of her groom-to-be.
Rarely entirely confident of any big decisions,
she trembled underneath
her beautiful white sequinned wedding gown.
She pondered and pondered,
but anything bad that entered her mind
had barely any weight
compared with all the good of the man she loved!
Suddenly her gaze fell upon the rose bush.
Although it was early November,
one passionately red rose still bloomed there,
tall and poised – ready for romance!
As if by fate, a brilliantly red cardinal
alighted nearby the rose and cocked his tiny head at her
as if mocking her for her foolhardiness.
She recalled that seeing a cardinal meant good fortune,
Smiling then, she turned enthusiastically,
headed for wedded bliss.
Jan. 6, 2023
For Brian Strand's the 'SECOND CHANCE ' Poetry Contest
This poem is for my lovely friend Andrea Dietrich for her falling petals of Rose post:
FALLING PETALS OF ROSE
Falling petals of Rose
beauty is not lost and goes
nor the life forever is utmost
detaching they speak renewal
celebration of life and good fortune
predicating ephemeral nature of life
reminds death and rebirth
in all the ways keeps beauty of life
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.
Flight of the Rose
Soft petals of pale pink rose,
Each engraved in eulogy,
Rise on the white wings of dawn,
Take flight over calm waters
Lapping at the line
Dividing land’s end and endless sea,
To shoulder tears
In intervals of benediction’s breath
Reflections of a full bloom –
Courageous warrior and woman -
In final surrender
To the invading army that overwhelms
A single soul in the dark calyx of fading night
Rose, alone with only shallow breaths
To caress her hand
To prepare for her last flight.
Sea scented morning
Gives wings requiem
To chant the sojourn’s odyssey,
A solo elegy sung
By one voice as the four winds
Gather four seas
And fleeting four seasons
Into resurrection past the good fight.
6-16-22
Contest: Flight 2
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Based on a true story told to me by a hospice nurse friend who tended a dying woman, alone. She was so touched in grieving she went to the ocean and scattered rose petals in the woman’s memory – her final flight into Heaven’s caress.
Under the crystal tree, an empty corpse did lie.
A loving melted pedal of the rose may sigh,
“You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve seen.
For no flesh resembles your feature, ivy green.”
A starry rose is adorned with a gold shaft of light
To accompany a flowering gait for her love bite.
She digs her claws into your skin upon a cold womb.
Despite encountering the thorns of the lengthy vines,
You are blessed with a bloom that alters many minds;
Most wondrous beauty captivates a scent you consume.
Down on your legs are sharp blades cutting through.
Up on your head are pedals of braids that which grew.
“Thou needn't weep my darling,
Stay calm and count the stars.
One, two, three, they’re falling,
In the depths of thy sweet calling.”
In a pond of blood she may give a kiss;
I shall sink to the far end of this abyss.
I adorn a lover after another goes;
Yet I am never truly pleased,
Thus I am destined to be a rose.
A lustful blossom. Forever seized.