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  237.     

Rose, Rose

Once upon a time a child was born,
A girl-so shy-with flowers adorned
Named as the Rose, to match her red lips
Destined to be loved, with goddess like hips
Rose, Rose- the world would call her
Rose, Rose- the ocean’s waves would slur
Such a girl was destined for happiness
Such a girl filled with radiant holiness

Yet, life has a way of showing the truth
Her life changed as she stepped out of youth
Rose wasn’t happy. Not always as she was said to be
Rose didn’t understand the body she was given to be
She was blessed, of course, by the admiration of many males
Yet beneath her, unfolding like a flower-slowly- a hidden ail
The site of a fair goddess, she was to Rose, by the name of May
Made her question her own being, question the birth of her day

Crying from nights to days, her heart ached for the fair May.
With rage and yearning she cut her golden locks away.
In shock, her family turned away, hiding their eyes from site
No longer did they know the Rose they gave the world and light
And Rose heartbroken, fled from their life. Hoping May would love her now.

Rose, Rose, who know one knows
Rose, Rose, who fled with the wind that blows
A girl-so shy-destined for love,
Yet, love was not in her stars above
Rose, Rose, who lays with Earth
Never attained her love promised since birth.
 
Afrodita Alkline

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  238.     

My Loss

IN the world was one green nook I knew,
Full of roses, roses red and white,
Reddest roses summer ever grew,
Whitest roses ever pearled with dew;
And their sweetness was beyond delight,
Was all love's delight.

Wheresoever in the world I went,
Roses were; for in my heart I took
Blow and blossom and bewildering scent;
Roses never with the summer spent,
Roses always ripening in that nook,
Love's far summer nook.

In the world a soddened plot I know
Blackening in this chill and misty air,
Set with shivering bushes in a row,
One by one the last leaves letting go:
Wheresoe'er I turn I shall be there,
Always sighing there.

Ah, my folly! Ah, my loss, my pain!
Dead, my roses that can blow no more!
Wherefore looked I on our nook again?
Wherefore went I after autumn's rain,
Where the summer roses bloomed before,
Bloomed so sweet before?
 
Augusta Davies Webster

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  239.     

Red Rose Destitute Prostitute

Rose has the reddest hair I've seen...
Rose is a prostitute of high repute....
Rose smiles and all your thorns fall off
along with your shoes..............................
Rose and I get along real swell not like
you think....
Rose lives on the streets as well...being as
she is actually she has as many as tree
or four homes a day.
Rose did not show up for her doctors appointment.....
Rose was found in an empty lot with her bush
lopped off.
Rose was destitute when found she was sent off on
what we call the gravy train to every where
rose was cremated under tarp then bailed out.
 
Cigar Aficionado

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  240.     

Black Sheep With Sparkling Fleece

I summon you who refuse to
Lie back and listen
I see your bloodshot eyes
Starting to glisten
You amongst all sinners
Are gothically inclined to say
What you want to say
Ironically never wake a day
In which you don’t want to feel this way

Rise! Rise! Rise!
You black sheep with sparkling fleece
Tattooed eyes and Merciful Release
Your breakfast will come at dinner time
Pale-hearted lover walking the line
Rise! Rise! Rise!

You don’t see yourself lying
In a uniform trench
You see those tramps crying
In their material stench
You amongst all sinners
Are individually inclined to do
What you want to do
Ironically never sleep at night
For that’s when the living time is right

Rise! Rise! Rise!
You black cloud with a silver lining
Don’t come out while the sun is shining
Your rise will come at sleeping time
You pale-hearted lovers… walking the line
Rise! Rise! Rise!

Rise! Rise! Rise! ...

In their eyes
The bells will toll
But come their demise
They see your pale heart is solemnly whole
 
Aven Black

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