Rose Roundel Poems

"The sounds of Earth is the music of my soul."

Upon the horizon, playful dawn cracked
Dressed in her iridescent rose ball gown
An upturned smile, never a...

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THE DOLL

With Mona Lisa wiles, unfurled.
Her porcelain lips with tight grip.
A button dress antique and pearled.
Her glass eyed threat.

Unnerving doll — she’s quite a trip.
A...

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I dreamed to soar high

             Singling sensation with tingling passion arose.
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A rose, another name for a rose, 
sublimely gifted artist, honest, 
time-worn, blithely unseen season grows. 

Me, who is more than mother dearest? 

Meager cutting...

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Her hair is the color of spun gold,

Her lips like the petals of a rose!

Her teeth like white pearls that the gods chose,

 A visage...

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The Roundel

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