MY pulse falters when her shadow drags across the floor.
LOVE rots slow in places sunlight never reaches.
GROWS the hunger in the walls each time I speak her name.
WHERE she once walked, the air bends, listening for blood.
MY ROSEMARY GOES where the dead wait for me to follow.
Decoded message:
My love grows where my rosemary goes
harmonious rosemary, like the singing of nightingale.
My Rosemary
Looked up, and the sun was awake
Bright and shining down on me
Reflecting off a beautiful lake
Then I thought of you
Chorus: What a find, oh yeah ever so kind, My Rosemary
Rosemary appeared at a time of need
Planted a seed in my heart
Hopefully, one day we will meet
And never be apart
Chorus
We decided we must chat
We talked and talked
No, there is no turning back
She has planted that seed in my heart
Chorus
Now a week has passed
And I am writing her a song
Hopefully it won't be long
And we can meet
Chorus
AF w.e. Bacon
Rosemary’s baby incarnated
He lives from day to day
And he is well anticipated
To blow the world away
How come that he is real?
Ask me another question
I know how you must feel
About his reign direction
He’s not a baby anymore
Although to some extent
He still is, with his senseless war
That seems to have no end
A soul more hollow than a stem
Of reed in Dartmoor’s mire
Is driven by the devil’s plan
To set the world on fire
The other day I passed on by
Rosemary’s baby castle walls
And from the Bridge of Last Goodbye
I watched the languid tourist boats
The sun shone of the domes of gold
The devil’s men inside
Were praying to their bloody god
“Why wouldn’t you just die?”
Rosemary’s baby laughs at them
On their death wish he thrives
He’s well aware that he’s damned
This keeps him still alive
So what we have to do with that
I guess the only way
Would be to kill him like a rat
With all his men array.
52624 Gratitude
The mall, this desk, this
Pen, my hands work, my handiwork
Priests, vampires, blue paint
Salt, garlic,
parsley, sage,
rosemary
&
time.
The qualities of which I desire etched in the wax are
filled with rosemary
Set this candle a blaze to watch them melt away to an
emotional sanctuary
The orange scent to which infuses it, providing calm,
taking all that's scary
At its wicks end, may you feel a sense of love that will
never waver nor very
red petals of rosemary blew in zephyr when i saw my lover the day before christmas eve
the heart still remembers the way it used to flutter whenever you whispered words of love to me
the fingers still remember the feeling of your greasy curls and the midnight tresses tangled around them
and the lips still remember the warmth of the palm of your hand, making me feel safe and protected
painted me in pinks, lavenders and blues, colours i still can't bring myself to forget about— lighting me up brighter than sirius itself
still the heaven's creation albeit your naked body lies in the grave of my backyard
promise me love will breathe back, skeleton of your kiss will hum back
beyond the realms of death, tell me nothing is stopping you from coming back
- hafsa
Succulent juicy lamb chops
makes the mouth water.
The garlic and herbs enhance
the taste---delicious!
Served with veggies and...
potatoes,
Yum!
Date written: 12/19/2020
Silver bells by Rosemary Clooney
My favorite Christmas song
Ring-A-Ling, hear them sing
Soon it will be Christmas Day
There is such a prance and dance to it
It is lively and fun,
Kid-friendly
Portraying happy people
The rhymes are easy to remember
There is a pizzazz to it
I sang it as a child,
It always made Christmas seem
like she was right around the corner
It is enthusiastic, friendly and fun!
I did not know Rosemary Clooney
Wrote it until today.
This makes it even better.
George Clooney’s aunt!
i search for love in all the wrong places not knowing that it would cost me my heart oh how painful it was as i wash my heart being shattered in to million pieces i waited for someone to come to my rescue and help me put the pieces of my heart back together but no-one came my way and i was left in the cold to die alone i sometimes wonder where do i belong whether here or there i am tossed around like a ragdoll waiting to be held but once they have you they use you they hurt you and throw you away like a useless thing that has never existed why then should they constantly repetitively try and cheer me up when the substance of my joy is you they insisted to advise me to erase you of my mind but i tell them how can i when all that's on my mind its you what is to escape what are we escaping from is it not our nightmares is it what we cannot control is it the fear to lose the ones we love the most or the fear to be left alone and have no-one to be there for us
The sun rises and fades away
but our love will never fade away
the birds fly and perch at fall
but our love will soar and know no rest
Rosemary my love,
Stretch out your hand and take my heart
Hold it like a lamb in the dark and sail along with me
Bear the weight of my heavy emotions and ride along with me
Let the heavens lead us through
And the stars listen to our tidings
Let the sweet and beautiful sun rays be our bond
May your rising be my rise
And may your fall be my fall.
An ancient myth that has been bugging my mind
Has been unraveled right before my eyes
You are perfect rose
Your mistakes are sweeter than honey
You are the pride of the African nature
And everything about you makes me crazy
Let Venus sit down on a stool, and tell our tale when we are gone.
shades of pine stalk the innocence
strapped from the vine released its vigilence
out of each innocent thought we can relax
bask in the vast expanse between time & space
to meditate the shroud of discontent
there she sits with her Cherry wine with straw
the angle of her love was now pushed to the side
upon reflection she notices a stunning resemblence to Tulips
the stalk of which used through its prowess
alone captivated by her thoughts
she realizes slight of dream
the evil scheme
It was indeed orchestrated by providence,
for two hypnotized by love on social media.
It was indeed the innovation of the times
that united two once unbeknownst to each other.
Separated by tongue, culture, values and distance.
A French kiss across the Niger, strengthened further
by an age of digital encyclopaedia.
Behold, love is in the air as the church bell chimes
for two reaping from the gains of a smaller globe,
set to find themselves inextricably in a robe.
Lovers set to make a vow with a covenant kiss,
guaranteed to grant them both a wedlock of bliss.
Tese and Rosemary in their world of ambience.
the
tone of her eyes
maple brown
the
blush of her cheeks
rosemary red
and
her
round face
full ghost white moon
while
her soft skin fair
and
ginger hair
Garden
Rosemary, thyme
He said that I smelled like
Rosemary, how would he know that?
Cheater
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