What is a ripple
without its rhythm?
a ripple is an echo seen,
an echo is a ripple heard,
a scent is an echo breathed,
a taste is an echo swallowed,
a crease is an echo touched,
a shimmer is an echo lit,
a shadow is an echo left,
a tremor is an echo felt.
strings hum when plucked,
bells ring when struck,
silence quivers
to reveal its glimmers
want listens for faint echoes of memories
pulsing in the hollow spiral chamber
of an empty conch shell.
Aunt Mary’s sprawling wrap-around porch
hid curious six-year-old me.
Peeking over the baluster rail,
I spied Cross Creek Rosie passing by,
tall and stately, walking purposefully
down Jefferson Avenue.
Her constant companions,
rumors and cruel taunts,
pursued alongside.
In an era lacking preferred pronouns,
she was exotic intrigue,
inquisitive mystery,
a Pandora’s box of queries,
the circus orchestra
rife with colorful discordant notes.
Flamboyant scarlet turban,
deeply rouged cheeks, fiery red lipstick,
black mascara adorning manly features,
gypsy-like blouse spattered in rainbow hues,
black toreador slacks.
My tiny heart ached for her.
Small hand lifted in greeting,
I whispered, “Someday I want to be like you.”
Would I ever walk confidently in my own skin?
Spontaneous Combustions
Spawns heinous Corruptions
Spontaneous Corruptions
Spawns heinous Assumptions
Spontaneous Assumptions
Spawns heinous Presumptions
Spontaneous Presumptions
Spawns heinous Combustions
Rosie Registered Retinas
Evidence Erased Easily
Dogma Driven Division
Ring around the rosie
Ribbit Dribbit Drosie
They secret the mucus.
Hookus, Lookus, Doofus.
Three frogs at play
In my field today
Straight from the swamp
Eating flies with a whomp!
Ring around the rosie
Ribbit Dribbit Drosie
Good pets they might not be
Frog legs for my tea?
Roses are red
Rosie is blue
Wondering where
Her boyfriend Fred
went to
He left in a hurry
In such a flurry
His mind a a blurry
Thinking of Rosie
Giving her posies
An afterthought
Instead he thought
two bouquets of
Red lovely red roses
for valentine's Da\y
With a card added
Telling her of how
He feels about her now
Turned down by a Spanish caballero
Rejected by an Egyptian Pharaoh --
Rosie had real good looks
But the girl couldn't cook --
Hitched an old bird who ate like a sparrow
Dear Rosie so sweet, no so clue
Less I long for the day you grow and you bloom
How I wish for your petals to not fall but rise
But you are no fool for my pretty little lies.
I owe you for nothing and for nothing I owe
Longing for a simple smile and a lifeless hello
You never see me straight ahead
treating me like the dirt for your rose bed.
I am no Freesia full of passion and joy
I am a Daisy known not to tell of your judgment and sour pollen tube
Tell I will when the sun arises
Tell I will when you all seem too good to bloom
So now your leaves fall as they do
I continue to wonder how you grew
You smell bad and look Astray with you big stem which don’t stand straight
Do not look at me for help when you follow the flow
Keep sitting still and be gone
You say that makes no sense but I was doing it for years
So stand still, be strong and most of all hold on
Finally, it is my time I watch your petals fall and mine will arise
Our Unique Rabbit Carrot Love-A Love Song For Rosie the Rabbit
Rosie the rabbit;
Had this bad habit;
Of not sharing her carrots;
This one's for you Ms Hagrid!
Ms Hagrid a human being;
And she loves also turnip greens;
But Henry the rabbit;
Loves Rosie
My love for you is like the most unique carrot;
Your face reminds me of yummy butterflies;
Together, we are like curry and olive oil;
Oh darling Rosie,
My unique carrot,
My yummy sprout,
The perfect companion to my curry soul;
So never, ever more shall I share my carrots;
With Ms Hagrid;
WhY? now you say;
Cuz-- Ms. Hagrid a human being;
She ain't no RABBIT;
Now come her honey bunny dagnab it!!
This is our unique Rabbit Carrot Love;
-A Love Song ;
For Rosie the Rabbit;
3/27/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
The teacher asked Rosie
"What rhymes with Blue?"
Rosie replied,
"Kalamazoo!"
Mommy asked Rosie,
"What rhymes with Sam?"
Rosie replied,
"Alakazam!"
Granny asked Rosie,
"What rhymes with Snow?"
Rosie replied,
"Kokomo Joe!"
Rosie Ortiz
1916-1936
The stars are my friends.
They know of my many secrets.
They remember my private musings.
The stars cried tears for me.
They placed fragrant roses upon my bosom.
I sought to comfort them in their grief.
I tried to hold them close in my embraces.
Nightly now, I see them in my gazes.
Midnight now, I hear their muted whimperings.
What can I say to them?
What words of sweet solace can I give?
A single blade of sweet grass understands.
A solitary leaf of autumn knowingly descends;
There is no darkness in death;
There is only love,
And light eternal.
Written for my wonderful daughter,
Ella Rose who is the love of my life.
For she's my itty bitty precious rose,
So delicate with a distinct written prose.
She's everything I hoped she'd become,
A little sassy girl and sorta high strung.
Peaches on a pie with a cherry on top,
So sweet and silly always going non-stop.
A beauty mark on her upper right cheek,
And a china doll when she falls asleep.
All the boys out there aren't good enough,
Her daddy thinks there's no one to trust.
Absolute daddy's petite little angel,
See my Ella is so precisely faithful.
Big almond shaped deep brown eyes,
I love her to and from Heaven's bright skies.
Your bright eyes had me eclipsed
Your pouted red lips like a rose
My soul danced on your visage
Our hearts intertwined like a vice
Your pedals blushed my tingling skin
Love was registered with a red seal
Your aroma completes me from within
Your smile expresses the very joy I feel
Red Rosie, I’ve never seen you blue
You held it together, all my life through
Jealousy had me doubt if your hue is true
Now my evergreen garden is a Rosie view
In bloom all my life
Fun filled days
My undying symbol of love
Sun fulfilled rays
There was a young lady named Rose,
who developed a run in her hose.
When her big toe stuck out;
she got zapped with the gout:
Now what Rosie does best,
is to limp all about.
Yo listen up babe
Had an ache in my head
So I swallowed a Bayer
Had a slight fever
So I took a chill pill
Had my eyes set on you
And your façade
So I call on sir Cupid
To help me along
With some love potion
Number ..69
Everything was Rosie
So I thought
Rosie this Rosie that
Best I ever had
She was so fine
We danced we wind
And dined
Till the early morning light
It is written it is said
We kissed
And off we went to bed
A dream came to me
Turned into a nightmare
Oh God
I'm Hiv..
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A.camacho jr.
1996-2015
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