In the name of the rose

Rose, more rose for the play

Rose I rose mo(re )rose to pray

Rose I budded, rose to obey

Rose I fell, on my feet, I, prey

3 October 2010

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We are all roses and all we can hope

From bottomless pits, where we lie

that we do not get pulled by a rope

just to be left out to wither and die.

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My rose of anguish

My rose to vanquish

My rose not selfish

My rose was elfish

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The play I’d like in some love’s scope

I’d paint my toenails, paint them high

So they’d appear on love’s periscope

I’d be love’s colours, to paint and sigh

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My rose in colours

My rose just stutters

My rose love utters

My rose in clutters

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I’d paint for when I should be plucked,

Then I will will and I would and I would

but if I’d be that but to be blood-sucked

I’d balk yet again I should and I should

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My rose stays haughty

My rose dreams potty

My rose thinks mighty

My rose not almighty

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Alas my scent would go oh so wasted

For to be yet a mere object to present

Like the bittersweet I so often tasted

That play I would much direly resent

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My rose in tatters

My rose chatters

My rose splatters

Red ink’s matters

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Not a tidbit but grand banquet feasted

Would allow it to bring my heady scent

Or I would have been sad grey pasted

For in my life, colours would be absent

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My rose rings

My rose sings

My rose brings

Coloured wings

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Oh but to know rather than go ducking

Missing light in such a fathomless being

Oh but to think it was heaven’s plucking

and not play and not a mere sightseeing

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To be Rose of a day

But be Rose of a play

My roots are all away

My heart does decay

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Some with us compose an eternal scent

My life scent would not wilt, wither away

and others with us, hasten our descent

as another Rose mo(re)rose for the play

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My rose morose

My rose to dose

My rose to doze

Dead rose of course

Death ro(ws)(se) of course

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Reading of my poem on youtube

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x6nqfa-y0nA

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