Rose Silence Poems

Somber clouds form - rain spits. 
His mother clenches freshly laid soil,
screaming his name. Three crows glare.
His daughters, shivering, hold each other,
their gaunt eyes, still sore...

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When silence speaks in broken dialects, to harmonize hurt, 
I ponder, would the sky unravel synonyms for serenity, 
amidst piercing thunder that strikes through raining...

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In a gentle voice,
without any other choice,
she sings in blushing rose,
as heartfelt yearning slows…

In a soft song,
resonating all night long,
her light trembles warm,
feelings flow despite...

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Jesus was dead
There was no hope
Disciples' dread
How could they cope? 
Christ crucified
It was all o'er
Crowd stupefied
Death they deplore
Messiah killed
What more was left? 
Dreams unfulfilled
All felt...

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I started out as a pretty rose bud,
the rains are coming maybe even a flood.
Then the bright sun will come out,
my pedals open up without...

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seasons keep m o v i n g 
 and s w i r l i n g
memories keep f l o w i n...

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Spice tea is for me,  
hot with honey on a cold winter's day.  
Pretty pink rose cups,  
are filled to the top...

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I was cursed with 
ink intoxicating 
blank canvases 
with toxic scribbles,
releasing twisted tales 
of suppressed troubles.
I was a forsaken 
     ...

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A sheriff I was in a small town,
seen fifty years, and earned no renown,
when Black Ken and his gang did come down
to Mick Callahan’s big...

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She, the solitary woman, mistress of the shadows of silence,
Hides in the depths of your mind, like an evanescent moonbeam,
A specter that watches in the...

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Living in a realm where 
the air seems to 
be still as stone,
invisible, like a 
ghost of a rose, 
translucent and frozen in 
time of...

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Shelves filled with all kinds of books,
will take a plain wall and make it pretty,
this makes real beauty for you and I.


Maybe some hot rose...

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As a child, 
I loved to watch Grandpa build. 
His basement workshop, 
was filled with tools. 
Tools hanging on every wall, 
wood neatly stacked in...

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I was a learned meteorologist, studying azure atmosphere and vivid weather,
To give a prophetic daily forecast, like bees gliding remote locales of heather.

Often I had...

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my heart was touched in a very special way--
when a lady gave me part of her bouquet! :O

yellow roses, withdrawn from their upright crowd 
their...

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