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  369.     

i found a rose

I found a rose

between a rose bud

and a dieing rose

neither pick nor pulled

grown from the seed and into the vines

one day the rose will die as though as the other

the bud will die as though as the others

but i plucked the dieing rose to put it out of its misserary

i plucked the rose bud to put it out of its misserary

and i left the rose for its process has begun

and at that moment i stood between an old man

and i child

and there was I as the old man fainted upon the grown

and yes there i was as the child bled from its nose

the color of the rose.

and there i was not a scratch but still hurt.
 
martel alexis

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  370.     

Our Faded Roses

Scanning the cemetery, my eyes did focus upon
our Stone of Roses; so fair and so fair. Running my hands upon the Rose reliefs, tears of
forgotten years, came remorsefully down my
sorrowful cheeks. A Stone of Roses, given to Our Father and Mother,
is all that remains of lives so dear, and now so glad! Thinking often of these trips to that place of quiet abode,
I realize the Stone of Roses, is now so blessed. In Rose reliefs, I see something so pleasing among
the broken chips; a thought, a memory, and many dreams. Dreams, thoughts, and memories, I imagine now in these
moments, another Place of Roses. Remorse not! I urge myself!
Sorrow no more! I still demand! The Stone of Roses is sometimes just the heart!
The Place of Roses is just a brand new start.
 
Richard L. Merila

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  371.     

rising

Often when I see the sinking
sun that’s setting in the west
and better men than I start drinking
I start to think of how the best
is over, and recall the east,
where, it seems long ago, I saw
the sun when it began to rise,
and until noon began to soar
above my head in cloudless skies.
I rise with rising of the sun,
but when it sinks I start to fret,
and from its dying rays I run.
I do not wish to see it set,
but wait for something not surprising
which must happen, I feel sure,
a new day with a brand new rising
which for sunset is a cure.

Inspired by “The Rising, ” by Bruce Springsteen, which the NY Times reports has been a fight song for John Edwards in his present Presidential campaign as it was in his campaign for Vice-President in 2004. Its last lines are:

Come on up for the rising
Come on up, lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight


12/20/07
 
gershon hepner

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  372.     

The Rose

A rose is a flower so hardy, yet sweet,
with it, no other flower dares to compete,
with a wonderful aroma, to delight any nose,
what a wonderful flower, this ruby red rose,
it grows on a bush with many pickers,
if you're not careful you will feel it's sharp stickers,
it comes in all colors, it comes in all hues,
it makes you feel special, it chases the blues,
it is good for occasions, both happy and sad,
it brings joy to a heart and makes it feel glad,
to make someone's, happiness billow,
just place a perfect red rose upon her pillow,
you know she will raise it up to her nose,
to breathe the aroma from that wonderful rose,
I have seen many roses, red, yellow and pink,
all of them beautiful, or so I think,
there is one color that I have never seen,
that is a rose in kelly green.
so I send this rose especially to you,
breathe it's aroma, enjoy it's red hue,
now I have come to the end of my poem,
I hope this red rose brightens your home.

written by Harry Bryant
7/2/02 9: 12: 16 PM�
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Harry Bryant

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