Rose a pretty

“Roses are pretty flowers indeed, just remember them to feed, with lotsa sunshine, water and, lime?” Gun Roswell 

Rose a pretty

Reddish rose, take a pose, then let me take a whiff with my nose, but keep those thorns, away before I get all scorned, and my insides torn, as I only wanted a little more, basking in the prettiness of it all, just a small moment to stall, and isn’t that all, a mere mortal can ask, not really a big task for such greatness to share, just as this one did dare to get close enough to glare.

The rose painted

“The rose might the thorny, but it’s still quite pretty, and when painted in the colours of many, what is there to complain about?“ Gun Roswell

The rose painted

The rose, with its stem filled with spiky thorns, easily the sensitive skin got torn, with one simple touch, followed by a loud ‘ouch!’ Followed by too much blood, it was too painful to even watch.

Luckily, and aid was found, in the form of an bandaid, which really was nothing to fuss about, even the one whom so loudly did shout, was left embarrassed at best, for doing such a stupid thing in the first place.

A rose, is a gorgeous creature, one created by Mother Nature, not to be touched and fondled, but only from a far admired, and so, thorns or not, the simple message here is; do not touch!

Try another approach, while seated on the porch, perhaps a canvas bring forth, with colours of plenty it is time to start painting, making the memory, of the rose, in a perfect pose, before it will be gone.

The Pink Rose

“The rose has a name, some name, which I don’t now recall, so a rose by another name I guess” Gun Roswell

The Pink Rose

The thorny side neatly hidden, as it was standing there, tall, fresh and pink, ready for others to get smitten, but the sheer beauty of it all. A perfect one of the lot, and whomever it passes simply has to stop, to admire, to adore, in total awe as there really are no visible flaws. And that fact alone will get the rose, several loud rounds of applause.

But, be warned, do not try to touch or pick the tall pink beauty up. Here is the catch, as you onto its thin and slender body latch, then a prick of the thorny side you will soon catch. Loosing some blood in the process, well, some might say it does not cause any soreness.

But as you leave the pink rose standing there, all tall and gorgeous, you know life after this will be quite different. As you feel the wide bleeding wound this gorgeous pink rose has left in place, which will never be repaired as this flower is for no one to ever keep.

Rose and the Monochrome

“The roses are always pretty, not matter what colour you may choose” Gun Roswell

Rose and the Monochrome

The rose is the prettiest of the flowers that be
At least, that is what I have internally agreed
No matter what colour of this pretty creation I choose
Because I know, with the scent and looks, I can never loose
But when you tune it down to the basics without resistance
Peel away all the conventional layers, leaving only the greys
With that, ending up with a cool and calm monochromatic existence
The outlook now even more picturesque
Still the vibrance of the flower makes its presence
Maybe even more so, in this monotonic look
At least the paints a picture, worthy of a cover of a book

Rosebud

“A rose by any other name “

Rosebud

Budding
While still a baby
Trying to get out of its secure cocoon?
Just maybe
Safe and sound,
Wrapped up and bound
In a softest of thorny leaves
As gently in the winds heavy
But soon
This bud too will bloom
The prettiest of flora
For everyone to adore her
A while the flower of songs
Her scent do very strong
Until
She too
Will be gone

Mother’s Day Rose

“To all mothers in the world, a rose” Gun Roswell

Mother’s Day Rose

A day of celebration for most
That is why I have made this post
To convey all the wishes of best
To the mothers where ever they may nest

Life can be a bit of a bitch
But today, I hope you will pretty sit
Showered with love and devotion
At least sent a message with a notion:
Of caring so much
They wanted to be in touch
At least on this special day
But then again, it should be that everyday!

So here is my message for you all:
Love your mother, mom, mum, what ever you may her call
She won’t be around forever
So try to make this day for her that much better!

A Rose by any other Name (Repost for TBT)

Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!

rose

“Wake up and smell the roses”

A Rose by any other Name

You delicate little thing
What joy for me you bring
You landed on my desk
Looking oh so statuesque
You were a gift for my birthday
Even though it was a workday
Thanks dear work mates
Bringing something great
To an otherwise dreary day

rose

A Rose by any other Name

Photo101: Day Sixteen: Treasure & Close-up

“Wake up and smell the roses”

A Rose by any other Name

You delicate little thing
What joy for me you bring
You landed on my desk
Looking oh so statuesque
You were a gift for my birthday
Even though it was a workday
Thanks dear work mates
Bringing something great
To an otherwise dreary day

rose

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