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Margaret Franceschini Poem
Garden Party
Summer breezes gently
Brushes against my face
Sunlight teases my eyes
Wakens me
Its morning
Bouquet of fragrances to my nose
Guides me to my garden
Its there I find my peace
Eagerly stepping onto glistening dewy grass
Placing myself among the copious of blooms
I sit beneath my maple tree upon a rattan chair
I sip my tea, I breathe in my solitaire
They don’t seem to mind
My company spends time
Creating the sounds of summer
My buzzing bees they notice me
And thank me for pink Peonies
Butterflies like swimming high
Above their purple Buddleia
Kissing nectar for their breakfast
As fragrant aromas surrounds me
Infusing my tea while I see
A white blossom tree
Good Morning Dragonfly perching upon his Goldenrod
Shimmering purple through his transparent wings
Dancing to the waterfall like a King
Dawn brings the cooing voice
Of music from the Dove
Hummingbirds flying backwards
Display their iridescent plumage
Drinking sweetness from the trumpets
Blackbirds flying downward
Yellow beaks hunting
Consuming food from falling seeds
Vibrant colors all around
Pleasant sounds resounding
Grandstand of fragrances
I refreshingly embrace
A reception of hospitality
Welcome to my Garden Party
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Margaret Franceschini Poem
Both Sides Now
Billowing clouds up above
Sometimes smoky or just dust
Bluebirds maneuvering through
While Butterflies withdrew
All my past loves float away
As in vapored clouds today
Becoming concealed by the moon
Only returning in afternoon
Consequently standing here
Between the earth and atmosphere
Taken from my innocence
As I look back and reminiscence
Memories only display
A vivid image I’ll downplay
Recalling this won’t be allowed
I can see from both sides now
Uncertain and feeling confused
Not knowing what my life will do
Covered in a canopy of tears
Wrapped in a trap of fears
Consequently standing here
Between the earth and atmosphere
Taken from my innocence
As I look back and reminiscence
Margaret Franceschini August 1, 2014
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Margaret Franceschini Poem
How do you measure love?
With every breath and sigh
Cold winds blow by
Remembering winters past
Promises of friendship to last
I remember you
In everything I do
How do you measure love
Through what we have done
Memories of past
Stored forever last
Continuously remember you
In all that I do
Even in the snow
Windswept cold winds winnow
Steadfast weather of the past
Our promise of friendship to last
Incessantly remember you
In everything I do
How do you measure love
When time marches on with no ending
There was no future from the beginning
Just Connection I cannot lose
Eternally remembering
All because of you
Watching the birds take their feeding
Then hiding in their shelter of needing
Your covering was our affection
Then we lost all our direction
I lost my breath
And then I sigh
Promises foregone
There is no song
How do you measure love?
When there is none
Margaret Franceschini
2/17/14
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Margaret Franceschini Poem
Fragrantly
In the garden - Fragrantly feed me
Your body beats upon my heart
Sounding like the songbird
We speak without words
Margaret Franceschini August 2, 2014
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Margaret Franceschini Poem
Brown – Your Eyes
Dark and rich
As nature
Color of the trees and soil
A hue of luminous browns
A blend of shadows in the sky
The color of your eyes
Gazing brings me deeper
As I descend into colors so rustic
Shades of taupe fading at dusk
Taking me deeper into your sight
Like twilight
Chocolate coffee
Galloping horses from Renaissance
Embroidered in a spectrum
A gallery of browns
Cover me like a gown
The colors of the earth
As in the chestnut tree
Where we sit
Your eyes find me
I surrender
To the splendor
Of your eyes
Margaret Franceschini (March 17, 2014)
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Margaret Franceschini Poem
Words – The Heart of Imagination II
The element of words I compose
Forming in my mind with imagination
The smallest creature with the smallest of utterance
Unspoken words mere sounds forthcoming
Words-the heart of imagination
We all share many languages of variant forms
As I write with mere symbols of the heart
Some have wailing of screams flying above
So their expression is to sing
All words from the heart
Blossoms have their symbol of purity
Singing with the fragrance of nectar
Calling out to signal and entice
So he chirps and dances with great delight
Words singing from the heart
Yellow, turning and twisting as it buzzes by
Sends an exciting murmuring sound
Communal work is her delight of toil
As she whispers in her amusement
Resonance of words from the heart
Bushy tails so soft and sleek
Clawing climbing swinging to her nest
With its incessant chatting
A series of tones reaching her own
A heart of words towards her home
Our Planet with a continuance of words
Distinct expression in animal and human coexist
The sounds of words engaging conversation
Never ending with no final destination
Words – Are the Heart of Imagination
Margaret Franceschini November 5, 2014
For contest of Brian Johnston
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Margaret Franceschini Poem
The Love Rose
Love like a red rose bloomed in our hearts
It grew in time but was disguised
Hidden thorns prick and stings in our souls
Until there is no more to unfold
It’s season’s change and love now grows cold
Our lives circled out of control
Sweet smelling scent of love has vanished
Broken hearts with gloom are banished
Nectar of love vapor
Crimson petals fall in the glistening rain
Lapse of time between us has refrain
Thinking our destiny was love bound
Captivating passions spellbound
The wilting desert rose cannot survive
If not rekindled with the sky’s
Raining tears of restoration
Memories in admiration
Can we again fall in love?
Love like petals falling to the ground
Parting wasn’t in the foreground
Essence of love renews our romance
Alive our hearts still dance
Your ear to my breast hear it bellow
My words in my being echo
Waiting for your riposte
My beating remains innermost
I’m still in love with you
For our love never really grows cold
Unless you want to let it go
So like the rose lets try a new bloom
Take in all joys and refresh anew
Love like a red rose blooms in our hearts
Its thorns now guards and not disguised
Our souls were never disconnected
We are bound forevermore
I’m still in love with you
As we walk among our flowers
We feel the scent of love again!
Margaret Franceschini September 26, 2014
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Margaret Franceschini Poem
Pinnacle
My indefinite existence on this winding road
Discovering passage through woods a peaceful abode
As powdery dust blocks my vision
Then settles so I can see my mission
The wondrous pathway
Long and lengthy leading me astray
As I climb to reach the top
I stand upon the pointed rock
This is my most successful point
Nothing can disappoint
The culmination of my journey
The wealth of thoughts received is worthy
It is the breath of my success
A job well done in a personal sense
The covering capstone becomes a gemstone
Where I stand-alone
Meaningful words turns lyrical
I’ve reached the pinnacle
Margaret Franceschini September 30, 2014
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Margaret Franceschini Poem
Love to the Grave
A stable boy had entered in her heart
Concealed beneath the forage hay at night
His troubling eyes that seemed so dim and dark
Her hands tease through his hair so wavy rich
But he’s a stable boy and can’t compete
Though royal blood does course within her veins
False statements will protect her noble name
What scents of horses in the air suggest
A secret meeting in the barn required
The opposition banish him from her
Affluent family removed love she found
Now she’ll just marry the rich boy down town
It’s a happy life silk dresses for her
But his name and memories still remain
Length of time has passed and her heart grows cold
Crying out for him everyone’s aware
Knowing he hears her utterance of cries
Homecoming at her bedside love he brings
Carries her as their souls unite once more
Inescapable love was theirs always
Lastly they breathe their last breaths together
Entangled ghosts depart as they exhale
Departing to the hills of misty skies
Within safety and no separation
To the barn where their first encounter met
Margaret Franceschini
August 9, 2014
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Margaret Franceschini Poem
Long Live The Queen
She enters the room in elegance
Youthfulness is evident
Her eyes hold excitement gleaming
Her heart filled with fears streaming
Into the Canterbury she walks with gliding strides
As the Archbishop receives her at her side
Her Coronation has begun
In the early morning sun
Four symbols of authority are her commitment
The orb, scepter, rod of mercy, all are her fulfillment
Sapphire and rubies the ring of royalty
Placed upon her finger in loyalty
St. Edward’s Crown will forever rest
Glimmering upon her darkened hair blest
A vigorous heart beat within her breast
Her people await her first formal address
A song of “God Save the Queen” throughout England hearing
As gun salutes are fired to the sound of crowds cheering
With her emergence on the balcony of Buckingham Palace
Her words of sincerity sweet as wine in a chalice
“Throughout all my life and with all my heart
I shall strive to be worthy of your trust”
Stored into the journals of time her speech shall always be just
By Margaret Franceschini - June 2, 2015
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