Rose Work Poems

I was a celebrated, professional psychic, offering glimpses of rosy future;
And helping people work through problems, like pink moon, come sooner.

I had learnt to talk...

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I was an experienced interior designer, whose specialty was outer doors,
Ever opening to amber sunshine, as petals open, when vivid beams pour.

Functionality and beauty were...

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I was a college music teacher, engaged in pitch, tempo, rhythm and melody,
As lavish planets dance around a golden star, with the zeal of fuchsia...

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I was a celebrated, dramatic mime artist, an art developed in ancient Greece;
I took folks on flights of imagination, like cushy, butterscotch clouds of fleece.

So...

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Like a pale red running rose
Are the cheeks of my love, his nose
After he has walked a mile
Thinking of me all the while
At the opened...

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I was a famous, American actress, who adored performing for live audiences,
In stage plays, both modern and classic, like velvet time, which often rushes.

Rose acclaim...

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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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At nights we’d sit out on the balcony drinkin
Breathin
That thick mug air
Of a New Orleans summer evening.
Livin as easy
As they’d let us
In the bowels of...

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I was an experienced astrologer, for wandering stars held much fascination,
Luring in opal darkness of mystery, like beautiful butterfly transformations.

My days were spent charting pretty...

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He'd wake up sorta rough around the edges
then he’d pull in his teeth from out of the glass
Yawn then rub his eyes with the back...

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Senior Production Manager
(Retired at Fifty-six)
Miracle Man
7/14/2023

I never settled for being just equal to the rest,
for that would have made me average at best.
I always went...

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Such long hours he spends - back bent and head bowed,
laboring at a battle that will last
far beyond the day when death leaves him cowed,
to...

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Groove watching squirrels beat poised for a race.
During the cold, they scurry back and forth.
From the cluster of peanuts, draw a trace.
Groove seeing squirrels beat...

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Faceless head of coal
Below him arms swing legs steam
Over the apex of a highway bridge

The spooky figure
Cross-country skis on the concrete
Glides right to left across...

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Drawing near to the end of May
(The month devoted to Mary)
Sweet-scented thoughts of yesterday
Immerse me in books! I tarry...

From the Spring-cleaning I should do
And progressing...

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