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“Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads”
Marianne Moore
Rose
Standing tall
Never fall
A single red rose
In a proud pose
Petals shiny and red
With a promise to never shed
Come shine or rain
The rose will stay
Proud, red and tall
And never, ever fall
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Pink Flora
“Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature”
Gerard De Nerval
Space Oddity
“This is Major Pink,
Calling ground control, over”
“Ground control to Major Pink,
We hear you loud and clear”
“Uhm, I am in a wee bit of trouble here,
It seems, my pods won’t retract, over!”
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Pink Flora
“Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature”
Gerard De Nerval
Simply Pink
Yes, we are pink
Yes, we are in sync
Yes, we may stink
Yes, it’s the odour of pink
No, we are not a missing link
No, us, you can not drink
No, we are not an inc
So, just let this all, slowly sink
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Pink Flora
“Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature”
Gerard De Nerval
Rhythmic
Stacked, with a rhythm
By someone, with a vision
It seems, like repetition
But it is clearly, symbolism
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Pink Flora
“Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature”
Gerard De Nerval
Pink Rose 1
A rose, painted in pink
With a most delicate ink
And only for a moment, it will remain
But your heart, forever it will stain
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Pink Flora
“Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature”
Gerard De Nerval
Pink Rose 2
Faded colour
Faded odour
Reminiscent, of summer
For it too,
Will loose its colours
And turn to slumber
When Autumn falls
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“Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads”
Marianne Moore
Memento
A woven tapestry
A memory canvas
A colourful fantasy
A memory, of Atlantis
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“Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads”
Marianne Moore
Harness
It’s not easy to harness
Light, from the darkness
But even in the deepest shadow
A blooming life will grow
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“Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads”
Marianne Moore
Road Travelled
The road travelled
Was filled with gravel
As life slowly unraveled
Exposed, to unwanted battles
Sometimes, treated like cattle
Our cages slowly rattled
Until reaching, the promised castle
On this long road, travelled
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“Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads”
Marianne Moore
Ice and Coffee
Chilled, in a tall glass
The liquid, not made to last
Pour it down, really fast
This dark icy mass
Was not made out of grass
But of a sacred stash
Beans filled with caffeine
Only the most pristine
Made, to this drink supreme
Rantings Of A Third Kind 