Rose Hip Poems - Poems about Rose Hip

...The rosa blanda embroidering your face will become the veins in my tongue reaching to clog my throat go past the tonsils and vocal chords and windpipe down and down still, burrowing into the esoph......

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...Dear Paladin Vampire, I eagerly await our first indulgence, that initial gaze into charming eyes; All my life I have loathed being mortal, for you daylight I would willingly sacrifice; A court......

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...Season's change is a paradigm With rose hip seeds flying astray In the dusting of the Springtime Sweet scented thoughts of yesterday Winter days gone with gray and gloom Gardens filled with bu......

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...There was, among the very distant few, A rose-hip that was hid in desert place. The few I mean, the greatest lights, and you, You shone more bright than them, by some strange grace. You were ......

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...a mellifluous trickle had given way to licking her wounds in silent arrest of the honey flow of her beautiful mind synapses clotted on stagnant display like burnt marshmallows on a fire ......

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...As a child I would place my closed eyes in them while she hummed Gaelic melodies neither she nor I had words for. Her apron, it was brown like a butchers smock but with not a speck of blood u......

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...British found oodles of Vitamin C In a place unknown by you and me. Rose hip jam That’s right ma’am. During World War Two kept children healthy.......

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...Sated with savor sown in a summer past musings are mulled with soft cider flavor whilst caramel leaves harvest eve’s rose hip rays — and like the wild asters wearing the flame and fade o......

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...When oranges and cherries were scarce during World War Two, School children still needed Vitamin C, so what to do? Rose hip jam was discovered, made of roses, so cold. By scientists, who tried har......

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...I’ve a garden full of uninvited guests; time to weed. Tobacco worm, on my tomato plant, don’t spit at me; you were not invited to partake of my produce! Mr. Milkweed, why do you lo......

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...The Chipped Cup She sings a lullaby sweet Purchased on an impulse On Camden Street (A leap towards the hip?) Now her bottom is stained Reaping the harvest of Coffee- Noir. The fading bloom......

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...Velvet rose hip bud in shadows of the hoar frost.... nature’s cure abound. © Harry J Horsman 2012......

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...Haiku Licentioso ('They who quaff this cup shall see god and The Magdalen') with the *powder that goes in the tea comes the instructions: ''dump into the brew mix salaciously drink licentiously and......

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...Hasten Summer, Hasten!, come swiftly back to me, come hollyhock and rose bush come lovely picnic tea, come gentle breeze, come apple trees come busy bumble bee, Oh hasten summer hasten! come......

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...a tapioca pudding a rose hip relish toated bread & dripping dips evaporated milk with tinned pears home brewed beer Cor ! A English forties menu......

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