Garden Of Poetry

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My poetry rarely contains much symbolism. However, my desire to improve as a poet urged me to pen this little write. (The symbolic meaning of every flower mentioned can be found at the end of the post). The inspiration for this piece comes from Nandita’s “The Root Of Life.”

Garden of Poetry

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Strolling through her stunning verses
the aroma of rhymes entices my lungs
as poetic sunflowers generate warmth
and her love blooms in flowery tongues

Her windblown kisses of Baby’s Breath
Are love florets providing a sweet motif
As we exchange our primrose affections
For I am her stem and she my adoring leaf

She will eternally be my sacred lotus
Planted inside the deepest part of me
As I’ve become the photosynthetic sun
‘ever nourishing her garden of poetry

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The image reminded me of you N. Eye liner, touch of lip gloss, and of course the flowers in the luxurious black hair.

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Sunflowers (adoration, longevity)
Baby’s Breath (purity of heart)
Primrose (eternal love)
Sacred Lotus (In Buddhist symbolism it represents purity of body, speech, & spirit)

Another Fallen Tear

The inspiration for this little thing came from a recent Video Chat.

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Another Fallen Tear

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Sometimes
When we cry together
It feels as if
We have loved forever
If only you
Could feel my fingers
Caressing
Your moist cheek
Then perhaps
My pain won’t hurt so bad
When
Another fallen tear
Wets
My trembling screen

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For Nandita

The Flirting Beach Boy

the lonely author

My Baby has been so swamped with work demands, she actually fell asleep while in video chat with me.  She has barely written this week, so I wanted to pen something for her.  To set the record straight, I REALLY mean every word.  I do.  I do.

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The Flirting Beach Boy

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Have you heard about the lonely Beach Boy
He’s a Casanova and the most horrible flirt
He has enjoyed a woman or two…….or three
Til he earned a reputation for chasing skirts

Now, he wants to change and don a bright halo
“No mas,” to the all of the ladies he wants to yell
It may be too late for him to apply for heaven
Beach Boy has earned reservations in……oh, well

Though he is still a charmer, he wears blinders
And with all the chasing and flirting he’s done
Oh, the terrible Beach Boy is still a lady’s man
But now, he only belongs to N, a special one

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For my loving N.

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Your Love

Your Love

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Your words are the sweetest melodies
That echo inside my brain

Your love is a metaphor on a gondola
Flowing through my veins

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Let me tell you a little secret. My beautiful Tangled Weeds is asleep right now, but she asks me to prepare breakfast for her everyday (meaning a sweet good morning message). I wanted to start her Sunday with this little surprise so she knows I was thinking and missing her.

Photo credit: You know the drill.

Rescued

Rescued

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The deep stitches that mark my flesh
Are medals from battles worn with pride
The wounds that line her battered heart
Moisten her breath with tears she’s cried

Me, the lonely beach boy surviving broken love
She, an indigo child tangled, a hand without a glove

It was my role to be the valiant knight
To rescue her from the pain of broken dreams
Bravely fighting off the slings and arrows
I was rescued by the poet in tattered jeans

I normally don’t post on Fridays, but my Poetry Muffin needs to read my words. And her wish is my demand.

Photo credit: Nandita.

Jealousy

All of his life, ladies have voiced the same complaint to Lonely Author, “you never get jealous.” Well, I think it is a good time to set the record straight.

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Jealousy

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I am jealous of the space between us
Of the moonlight that kisses your cheek
I long to be the bra that supports you
The killer heels that adorn your feet

I envy the alarm clock that wakes you
I need to inspire your morning smile
TODAY, I am jealous of all the tomorrows
Where I kiss you and make you mine

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