Song Roses Are Red Poems

A LOVER'S SONG

My lover  is as elegant as Mwanda

She is a dark mirror in the sun radiating beauty and charm

Achieng has big round eyes...

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EARLY POEMS XIX

Bound
by Michael R. Burch

Now it is winter—the coldest night.
And as the light of the streetlamp casts strange shadows to the ground,
I have lost...

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Medieval Poems IV



IN LIBRARIOS
by Thomas Campion
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Booksellers laud authors for novel editions
as pimps praise their whores for exotic positions.



Brut (circa 1100...

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Lady’s Favor
by Michael R. Burch

May
spring
fling
her riotous petals
devil-
may-care
into the air,
ignoring the lethal
nettles
and may
May
cry gleeful-
ly Hooray!
as the abundance
settles,
till a sudden June
swoon
leave us out of tune,
torn,
when the last...

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Winter
by Michael R. Burch

The rose of love's bright promise
lies torn by her own thorn;
her scent was sweet
but at her feet
the pallid aphids mourn.

The lilac of...

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A Red, Red Rose
by Robert Burns
translation/interpretation/modernization by Michael R. Burch

Oh, my love is like a red, red rose
that's newly sprung in June
and my love is...

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Ya'll know the one
Don't say you don't
Saying she gonna
Do this and that
You know she won't
Waiting for the
Right one
To come along
Everything you thought
Was special
She left and...

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(1.)
From Dawn's Spirited Breath, See Red, Red Rose

When Summer rose meets dawning's sweetest hush
Sun comes to bequeath its dawn bathing rays
Red beauty gleaming, rose stills...

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HIS ROSE, HER DEATH

All she had wanted was a red, red rose,
That would quell the love of that handsome man, 
Alas! The rose tree was...

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I know a woman whom resembles a Queen 
Her eloquent features inspire me 
A mellow song she sings with her voice 
And radiant eyes to...

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You are the music in my ears, catching my very last tear             ...

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When I saw Susan's cute little contest on the famous Roses are Red poem,
 I went upstairs and said to Joe, "How would you finish...

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Roses are red

Violets are blue

Bobby Vinton fed

This song to you.

© Harry J Horsman  2012...

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I think,
Does that mean I am?
Are you sure?
A nanner is a nanner if you eat it,
So what is it if you don’t eat it?
It’s a...

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Roses are red, violets are blue,
i wanted a grandson and god gave me you.

I knew we would fish, sometimes all day long,
and then we would...

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