Magpie and tinselstruck
will hike your silver too
someone who seeks your downfall
will watch everything you do
and all your heart be precious
thoughts beautiful pursuing
Mr Goodlooks will not distinguish
the gentleness you are doing.
I walked into a garden
where the lilacs never fade
and fragrant rose is always in flower
beneath the willow shade.
Middled in that garden
was a fountain of cascading jewels
which fell to [...]
Magpie and tinselstruck
Le langage des fleurs
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A red carnation
worn upon my heart
will promise that I love you,
we shall never part.
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But a daisy in my hair
will warn you, I am thinking,
don’t take too much for granted,
the amber light is blinking.
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Ah! if you see a tulip
turned to upside down,
you have been rejected,
your advance will earn a frown.
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Mulled wine winter
cheer, heartwarming,
but little sis yearns for catkin
of [...]
Her apple
An extract from ”A bowl of cherries”
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My rhymes will keep you company
until your journey ends
you and I are passengers
we might as well be friends.
I went down to the market place
to see what I could buy,
and as I looked a little girl
just happed to catch my eye.
As she trailed behind her mum
a shiny red apple, [...]
The wanting mile
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One more mile
With such care as those chosen delights
satisfying as a summer breeze
where it lifts, there remains
or scurrying across the ground
here is one that flew against the flow
with ebbing strength the strivings slow
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Wafted high above the murmured seethe
couched in prose while preparing to leap
beyond the stifled dream
carrying yet that weighted trope
this was the pattern hard to discern
perhaps another [...]
Seer silenced Sage
Deep calls through the shallowing ripples
purpled shades of mystery hue
who can answer or with strength respond
and with reason say what is true?
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The clement of yesteryears is past
though not many have understood
what the cutting asunder must bring
to the vacuum where violence would
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There comes a reddening in the ground
mere word nor intent can constrain
for the age is borne [...]
