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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania 
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Posy Petals The remnants left of posy red Once pressed between a page Now shriveled down to petal dust Recalls another age A posy dead, yet rosy red Still dwells within the eye That we may draw it’s beauty from A memory by and by What joy remains from laughter’s tune Immersed in tender tears? Melodic lilts of pleasure hymns Forgotten through the years A treasure box of reminisce That opens now and then As chiming echoes of the past Come forth from deep within What now endures of love that’s lost, But tastes of bittersweet? The sorrow of a starless night Clings on, as memories creep More vibrant though, the pulsing bliss That lulls within the vein And gushes forth when music strikes A chord of bitter pain The dreams still drenched in posy flush Of lovers’ ruby days And laughter churned by simple joys We grabbed along the way Are sweet remains of love that’s gone Still rustling in the breeze The lasting strains of passion notes Among the willow trees And posy petals crushed within The mellowed paper leaves Elizabeth Santos [This message has been edited by Elizabeth Santos (edited 06-09-2000).] |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Elizabeth I hope you don't mind if I print a copy of this poem off. I loved this. Beautiful poem, wonderfully written also it is about petals (one of my favourite words and images). The remnants left of posy red Once pressed between a page Now shriveled down to petal dust What joy remains from laughter’s tune Immersed in tender tears? Melodic lilts of pleasure hymns Forgotten through the years A treasure box of reminisce That opens now and then As chiming echoes of the past Come forth from deep within ------------------------ "I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else"-Richey Edwards "Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time". Baltimore Grotto "Libraries gave us power Then work came and made us free What price now for a shallow piece of dignity" Nicky Wire, A design for Life. manic street preachers "Rock 'n' roll is our epiphany Culture, alienation, boredom and despair" "To be nobody-but-yourself-in a world which is doing its best night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting." E.E Cummings. |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Lizzie, my friend~ Just breathtakingly lovely. Par for you .... enjoyed by me. Love ya' ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
You have me running out of superlatives, Liz. Beautiful once again..... |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
its hard to decide which i find most enchanting about this one the rhyme and flow are perfect and the imagery is amazing, then there is the tender bittersweet emotions that run thru it... enchanting indeed. perfect way to end my day... sweet dreams lizzie me thinks me will dream of petals  jm |
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