Short Corolla Poems

chicories in the
morning -- the many eyes of
God analyzing
our virtue's readiness to
shed light on others' petals....

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Meena can drive Corona,
whispered Tina to Nina.
Is she a doctor?
How could she master?
Ney dear, it is Corolla....

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yonder is a flaming red, vintage corolla

         basking in the sun in the yard of this villa,

                            casting no shadow,

                           while by the window,

     dances a burning bush, blazing bougainvillea !...

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Is the rose,
subtle tact,
sweet smell
 wonderful sense...
Portentous,
pink look,
pr yellow, white
 blue, black
 Manu colora,
elegant silence
in love
dialogue...
It is flowering,
petal
pinkish
rosy florid...
Queen of flowers,
uncrowned,
no corolla
passionate,
mistress of passion...
Offered
with flower love, proof of love
of those in love...
Delighted, fine gift
for lovers,
is and always will be,
rose, beloved flower... !...

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Merrily, I sway in the sunlight. 

Multi-layered corolla full bright 

Mostly found in yellow, red, and creamy white

Musky and pungent aroma, though slight

Makes mosquitoes run away in fright. 

Men have no menace from their itchy bite.

Mount on a hollow stem, which has low height. 

My presence brings festive mood and delight.

My looks make your garden a beautiful site.

My name ends in gold; it’s my sole right.


PLACE: 3rd



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Rose petals blossoming out from the heart softly silk 
starbursts brightly sitting a regal flower kissed 

By loving sunshine sweet glowing beauty dances 
your delicate curling petals so beautiful 

Like a butterfly's wings fluttering eyelids mist
engaged upon a glance sweet fragrance whispered dew 

Embalmed by the perfume of such treasure found gift  
it is here that an arrow of gold strikes home dear
sweet velvet corolla crumples fragile breathless...

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There in the meadow where the morning dew kisses the first light 
the boysenberry makes love to the coming day.
the sun shone upon her wet petals,
she spreads her corolla,
attracting suitors to her aroma filled stigma, 
no longer is she protected,
take me! cries her pistil erected,
she is ripe and anxious to receive,
her ovary swollen with anticipation, 
her petals burning for the new conception,
there in the meadow the boysenberry makes love to the coming day…


cheers!...

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