| flowers
Posted: 11/12/2007 5:36:52 AM | > the beautiful gardens i made now are all over
> grown, the flowers still bloom in between the
> weeds, but they seem to weep, for no one talks
> to them ,no one sees their beauty. for what use
> is beauty if no one sees it, why should a flower
> bloom if no one cares, so my beautiful flowers
> droop and weep, their pettals fall to the ground
> like tears, and still no one sees , no one cares,
> no one feels their pain, we are all flowers in a
> garden and if we are lonley we wither and slowly
> die but if we have someone to see our beauty and
> tell us that we are beautiful, even in between
> the weeds of life, we bloom into a sweet flower
> for all to see . my dear, sweet lover, you are
> a flower and i love to see you bloom , so i would
> tell you, everyday that you are beautiful ,
> now who will tell you ,who will see your beauty,
> who will make you bloom into the beautiful
> flower that you are . i miss you so . john
>
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| flowers
Posted: 11/12/2007 3:05:31 PM | Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made,
and forgot to put a soul into.
~Henry Beecher, Life Thoughts, 1858
When you have only two pennies left in the world,
buy a loaf of bread with one, and a lily with the other.
~Chinese Proverb
If you've never been thrilled to the very edges of your soul by
a flower in spring bloom, maybe your soul has never been in bloom.
~Audra Foveo | |
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| flowers
Posted: 4/18/2008 11:34:05 AM | | I Like Roses... sometimes daffodils. | |
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| flowers
Posted: 4/18/2008 11:43:09 AM | The 'proverb' is from the Qur'an .. it is:
If I had but two loaves of bread
I would sell one and buy hyacinth
For hyacinth feeds the soul. | |
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Posted: 5/6/2008 10:00:08 AM | In secret moments
Enraptured with poetry
Thought coelesced
Keeping time with songs
When the music stops
Tiring of seclusion
Enjoying scholarly pastimes
Conversing late at night
Studying on a sunny day
In the pleaurable chambers
Detaining favored quests
Playing host to scholars or pretty girls
Visiting friends returned from far away
In perfect weather
When skys are overcast
Watching boats drift past on the canal
Midst trees and long reeds
When flowers bud and birds chatter
On hot days by a rose garden
Burning incense in the courtyard
After tipsy guests have left
When the youngsters have gone out
On visits to The Sanctuary of The Tabernacle
When viewing springs and scenic rocks | |
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| flowers
Posted: 5/6/2008 3:43:07 PM | | does anyone have a poem about "forget-me-nots"? | |
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Posted: 5/9/2008 7:32:30 AM | Of A Rose, A Lovely Rose, Of A Rose Is Al Myn Song
Lestenyt, lordynges, both elde and yinge,
How this rose began to sprynge;
Swych a rose to myn lykynge
In al this word ne knowe I non.
The Aungil came fro hevene tour,
To grete Marye with gret honour,
And seyde sche xuld bere the flour
That xulde breke the fyndes bond.
The flour sprong in heye Bedlem,
That is bothe bryht and schen:
The rose is Mary hevene qwyn,
Out of here bosum the blosme sprong.
The ferste braunche is ful of myht,
That sprang on Cyrstemesse nyht,
The sterre schon over Bedlem bryht
That is bothe brod and long.
The secunde braunche sprong to helle,
The fendys power doun to felle:
Therein myht non sowle dwelle;
Blyssid be the time the rose sprong!
The thredde braunche is good and swote,
It sprang to hevene crop and rote,
Therein to dwellyn and ben our bote;
Every day it schewit in prystes hond.
Prey we to here with gret honour,
Che that bar the blyssid flowr,
Che be our helpe and our socour
And schyd us fro the fyndes bond.
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Posted: 5/15/2008 9:30:22 AM | Mystical Rose
by Virginia M. Kimball, S.T.D.
The church is darkened,
a candle lit, chanting voices
permeate this temple of Presence.
Faithful stand and pray,
glowing icon, flickering.
Petitioning, lamenting,
sorrowing, remorseful,
her image comfort, bathed in
confidence, care, bedecked
in blooms, stark sign of beauty
and the oath of Lent.
Life ebbing away, always,
day after day, but now listening:
"As for a woman, and man,
the living days are like grass,
like a flower in the field, flourishing,
and then the wind blows over it,
and it is gone. Its sweet yellow
no longer has its place." (Psalm 103:15-16) Will blossoms
so tender in scent necklacing
the Theotokos -- dry and disappear?
Or is she a lotus, opening to the divine?
"Opening her petals like roses
planted near running water" (Sirach 39:13).
"The mercy of the Lord is from
everlasting to everlasting,
for those who have awe
for the presence of Being." (Psalm 103:17)
Imagining: "For see
the winter is past, the rains and snow
are over and gone. Flowers shoot
up, appearing on earth,
time for pruning vines has come,
and the song of the dove is heard." (Song of Songs 2:11-12)
A shoot sprouts from the stump of Jesse,
green bud emerges from an ancient tree,
from roots of what is to be. (Isaiah 11:1)
We wait and pray and vow to repent.
Flowering birth, an assurance in Lent. | |
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| flowers
Posted: 5/16/2008 6:21:52 AM | | DREAMBOAT333, your poetic drive is so romantic --- forecast; warm and wet in the south! | |
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Posted: 5/16/2008 12:36:30 PM | A Simple Perfect RoseBud
Bathed In The Moons Eiree Light
And As Night Turns Into Dawn
The Rose Slowly Opens
As If Just For Me
And As It Does
There Is No Place I Would Rather Be
And No Thing That I Could Find
That Could Compare To It's Inner Beauty
It's Sweet Scent, It's Ambience
And As Evening Comes Once More
Flame Is Reduced To Ember And I Leave
Would Every Rose Do The Same
If I Was There To See?
No, I Think Not
This Is My Rose
Author Unknown | |
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Posted: 5/16/2008 12:38:39 PM | My Secret Garden
The brightest sun ~ the softest shade...
This is where my thoughts are made...
A small stone bridge ~ a clean clear stream...
This is where I come to dream.
Where butterflies speak to summer flowers,
And birds chatter freely from lofty bowers...
From the soft green grass at the water’s edge,
To the deep cool forest beyond the hedge...
This is where my heart feels free...
This is where I come to be me.
Whisper | |
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Posted: 5/16/2008 2:20:05 PM | Untitled -
HER BROKEN BLOSSOM'S FADED
HER PETALS FALLEN FROM WILT
FATHER SUN FORGOTTEN
LAYS SLUMBERED IN WINTER CHILL
SACRED SHE GATHERS UNDER
GAIA'S NURTURED SPELL
SPRING RAINS SOAKING PROMISE
CRADLED IN HER BOSOMS SWELL
SUCKLED IN LIFE, BY SPIRIT MOTHER
WARMTH EMBRACE, SWEET EARTHEN FED
HER WOMB READY, TORN AND OPEN
EARTHS TENDER HYMEN SHED
SAPLING SHOOTS HEAVEN UPWARDS
LIKE TOWERS RAMPARTS THORNED
SILKEN BLOSSOMS UNFADED COLOR
SWAY LITHE GREEN AND
CROWNED CRESCENT RED | |
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Posted: 5/20/2008 5:03:49 AM | the mystic rose and crown
the crisp white cordial downe
the rose and rood and brotherhood
smell taste sight and sound.
The Lilly and the sword
The radyx and the shield
The reading from Holy Writ
The Bread and salt and Word. | |
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Posted: 5/20/2008 5:26:01 AM | WarmAmorous - Great Work!
The Great Work, or Magnum Opus, of spiritual and physical regeneration as suggested by the works on alchemy say that the process consists of seven or twelve stages, which are repeated over and over again until perfection is obtained. These stages are first done in the World of Plants, the Metals, and finally Minerals. Some schools, including that of Paracelsus, suggest work in the animal realm, however, this is often shunned by many practitioners.
Amaryllis - Pride
Apple Blossom - Hope, good fortune, better things to come
Bellflower - Gratitude
Blue Periwinkle - Friendship
Blue Violet - Modesty, faithfulness
Bluebells - Constancy
Cala Lily - Splendid Beauty
Camellia - Loveliness, gratitude
Carnation - Distinction, fascination
Chrysanthemum (red) - I love you
Chrysanthemum (white) - Truth
Cyclamen - Modesty and shyness
Daffodil - Regard
Daisy - Beauty & Innocence
Fern - Fascination and sincerity
Flowering Almond - Hope
Forget-Me-Not - True love and remembrance
Gardenia - Secret Untold Love
Honeysuckle - Devoted affection, generosity
Hyacinth - Loveliness
Hydrangea - Boastfulness
Iris - Warmth of affection
Ivy - Eternal fidelity
Jasmine - Amiability
Larkspur - Laughter
Lemon Blossom - Fidelity in love
Lilac - First Love
Lilac (white) - Youthful innocence
Lily - Majesty
Lily-of-the-Valley - Return of happiness
Magnolia - Perseverance
Marigold - Affection
Mimosa - Secret love
Myrtle - Love and remembrance
Orange Blossoms - Purity or fertility
Orchid - Rare beauty
Peach Blossom - Captive
Peony - Bashfulness
Red Chrysanthemum - Love
Red Rose - Passion
All roses say, I Love You, but each color has it's own meaning:
Burgundy - Unconscious Beauty
Orange or Coral - Desire
Pink - Grace and gentility
Red & White Together - Unity
Red - Passion
Sweetheart Roses - Darling, Dear or Honey
White - Worthiness
White Rosebuds - You're too young for love
Yellow - Joy
Rosemary - Remembrance
Sweet Pea - Delicate pleasures
Tulip - Love
Violet - Modesty, affection, faithfulness
Yellow Tulip - Hopeless love | |
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| Forget me not
Posted: 5/22/2008 8:13:04 AM | Dreamboat333, This may not be of Roses sweet, but from the heart for when we meet. I write of flowers delicate and blue to say "Forget me not, I ask of you"
Forget me not, I ask of you
The flower a delicate shade of blue
Like the eyes of Mary, enduring love
That shine forever from above
The delicate petals unfold in spring
To remind you of the love I bring
Forget me not, I ask of you
Of good times shared, of love so true
When the day is done
And you are all alone
Forget me not, I ask of you | |
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| Forget me not
Posted: 5/23/2008 11:07:11 AM | awildirishhorse - thanks, I am breathless.
In the springtime fields
mingled with the pampas grass
flowers blooming
should my love too, spring forth
or shall we never meet? | |
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| Forget me not
Posted: 5/23/2008 11:49:27 AM | | I am glad you liked it, I wrote it for you. Yours is beautiful too Dreamy...and yes we shall meet. | |
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| Who am I, you ask.......
Posted: 5/23/2008 12:39:44 PM | I'm the gentle warm breeze you feel on your neck as you walk from your home.
I'm the elusive shadow you just can't make out.
I am with you each and every moment of your day and night.
I'm the gentle hug and smile that greets you as you arrive in Dreamland each night.
I am that passionate kiss you feel upon your lips before you awake to a bright new day. I am that warm fuzzy feeling deep inside your soul, and that sudden burst of happiness that you feel when it rains.
I am that voice saying come and capture me, come join me at long last, for I'm no longer the shadow of your dreams.
I am the one who will take your breathe away, a woman that you will never forget. | |
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| The Passionate Shepherd to his love
Posted: 5/25/2008 7:25:29 PM | Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant poises,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.
The shepherds's swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.
Christopher Marlowe
1599 | |
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| The Passionate Shepherd to his love
Posted: 5/26/2008 10:05:44 AM | i sprinkle my petals
across the pond
occasionally pricking
my finger
the scents so sweet
and the touch
forever will
it linger
~rose~ | |
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| Teardrops
Posted: 5/27/2008 12:10:53 PM | tears fall
like rain on a garden wall
softly dripping
slowly dipping
their petals
to earth | |
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| Teardrops
Posted: 5/27/2008 12:14:31 PM | two roses
just took
my breath
away
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| Teardrops
Posted: 5/29/2008 7:53:49 PM | sprinkle petals
across the pond
occasionally
pricking
finger
scent so sweet
the touch
forever will
linger
~rose~
(need to get rid of those pronouns and articles!!.. swanie, your right...irishrose is beautiful) | |
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| Teardrops
Posted: 5/30/2008 6:54:03 AM | | Thank you both, Rose and Swanie for your kind words... | |
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| The Mystic Rose
Posted: 5/30/2008 7:59:05 AM | THE ROSE
It is only a tiny rosebud,
A flower of God's design,
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine.
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The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I,
The flower God opens so sweetly,
In my hands would fade and die.
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I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of God's design,
Then how can I have wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?
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So I'll trust my heart for it's leading
Each moment of every day
And I'll look for the hearts guidance
Each step of the pilgrim way.
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For the pathway that lies before me
My sweetest now bestows
I'll trust her to unfold the moments
Just as God unfolds the rose. | |
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