Here we are
just him and I
beneath a tell-tale sky of high.
I
hanging on
like a rose on a trellis,
in a garden of love !
He
like a lattice
sure and steady.
Worship dreams of valor
everything else is
just a paler shade of
blue...
Here we are
the open sky and I
and the One who seeded me
like a rose in a garden
of pure perfection!
We nurture soul’s love trellis,
with heart’s pulsations zealous,
purity its quintessence,
brightening luminescence.
When our thoughts are in repose,
bliss magnetism strikes a pose,
renewing rapture’s refrain
in heart, without any strain.
Love invokes God’s grace at will,
whence voids within in time fill,
bliss piercing each cell of form,
felt as currents cool and warm.
Thoughts slow and heartbeats mellow,
causes love’s nectar to flow,
cognised as a soundless roar,
transforming us at our core.
Why Does Great Gods Above, A Trellis Fling
Romance to my quivering lips then took
Knowledge, words from that greatest holy book
Within the sky mountains a deep blue pool
Robin faltered was he indeed a fool
What fragrance the chill wind brought over
Jasmine, white roses and smell of clover
Why does great Gods above a trellis fling
That man in golden dreams demand more things
Earth gentle and mild its huge heart awakes
To mold diamonds and ever greater stakes
What more does cold North, its rhythmic wind sows
As the king hit with Herculean blows
With such force the druids their sharp swords slash
But even fallen angels wanted no cash
Whilst I wake while feeling gentle and mild
And my true heart sang out like a small child.
O' but then lost tapestry had been up high hung.
Artist painted all, even her own fork-tongue.
Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
Oct 19th, 1977
Note- I composed this and sent a copy of it to my ex-girlfriend, Rachel.
She was a very good artist but we broke up over my talking to my good friend Joan.
Joan was just a good friend, as were her two brothers Larry and Floyd, we never even kissed. I dumped Rachel because she was too jealous.
Born two centuries yesteryear
A young pair who passed through Ellis
Built a frame home with rose trellis
Intertwined blooms like them bound dear.
Last roses on their headstones rest,
Grandparents by whom I was blest.
Bitesize Poem no52 Poetry Contest
She was an orphan with an ax to grind wanting nothing from no one.
Gifted with flaming red hair and freckles she was quite the eye full
Each day she ducked around in rubber flip flops picking remnant leaves
and discarded petals from the ground, in her neighbor's backyard, .
One tiny bud
cute little boutonniere
fell to the ground
Like herself this tiny petal had seen better days. Tucking it in her smock
she scrambled on her knees in another patch to find more of them.
another petal,
she began to melt
beneath a fractal sun
Juniper Bleeding Berries they nicknamed her cuz her lips were always bloody and chewed. Also known as the hairy red fairy, they poked and taunted in a jail called Reyhanli.
she found a bleeding red one
mad as hell
with a shake of the trellis
she spilled out the rose petals one by one. Without a sound they fell, never stood a chance. Picking up an handful of soft crumbled petals she tucked them in her smock. Bet they felt misplaced there in her sandy pocket, Like herself she thought as she left the others behind, to mulch and rot inside the ground.
Tonight,
a faint hint
in the way
you croon
shows your
longings
much too
soon,
takes me
back to a
youthful
promise
of love
blossoming
on a rainbow
trellis!
Trump looked down on us from a tall trellis;
Became Novellus that is very over-zealous;
Never has rained,
And then drained;
Owner of each swamp has become jealous.
Jim Horn
beneath rose trellis
shaded from spring's warm sunshine....
sweet rose scent rained down
The truth was concealed with many branches
Entangled on a trellis of deceit ,
The anger reflecting inked blots on weeds
As I cruised alone through evening’s approach...
To bid his disguise hidden like veiled twigs
Crumbling, withering in this labyrinth
Till the pretense of fidelity glared;
Siphoning a love untrue, root to bough...
How my heart sullen as dusk tumbled on,
Into a maze where a breeze folded its wings,
Its cry echoing my black homily
That in a daze I recalled his footsteps...
Yet, each step I trailed became ashen clay ;
His distorted ploy stirring a flamed rage
Where old leaves fall in the bleak of moonlight.
Lewis Rayne's Contest
Emotional Anger, hurt, rage
Submitted 12/1/2017
Light as grace is feathery-soft green trellis.
Lush canopy-charmed, sweet embellish
does embrace my eager face
while glad fingers trace
my dream leaves
space.
Perfect peace
in willows grand place
where fantasies freely race
thru splendid majesty I relish.
Light as grace is feathery-soft green trellis.
a rose trellis
beside the railroad shack
mid summer breeze
'pon the rose trellis
last pale pink rose of summer..
roses' nectar kiss
from lips of lover
rose flavored kisses what bliss..
ummmm ahhh rose kisses
Written this day:November 11, 2012
Written by: Sara Kendrick
Ya'll remember Rose that on trellis grows
How lovely, her pale pink blossoms in spring
She now has a few dead stems that show
Also some rapid growth, frame overfilling
She needed to be pruned there was no choice
It was painful process, for vinedresser
Hurting to core, in this job didn't rejoice
How it hurt Rose, dripping wounds no lesser
Why did he prune Rose this day _severely
Taking away the newly acquired green
May not know fully answer or reason clearly
Until ages past then old answers seen
He prunes us, cutting away the dead parts
Cuts new growth going in wrong way of the heart_
.
Running Pale Pink Rose
On the trellis grows_ soft scent_
Wafts on morning air
Under rose trellis
You steal a kiss__Oh! Blissful
Lips that taste of rose
My love for you is an ivy
You the trellis on which it grows
You hold it up
Keep it contained
You'll never let it fall
I cling to you
You are my trellis
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