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Fair Roses Twelve... (companion to A Dozen Sonnets for a Rose)
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Fair Roses Twelve... (companion to A Dozen Sonnets for a Rose) |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
Four simple words I speak, I love thee Rose, There, 'tis now said, no beauteous madrigal, From forth mine lips, to thee mine love disclose, No dreams, nor illusions on thee befall. For goddess of night's welkin sky above, Is not mine quest, thou art mine life's adore, I cede to thee mine heart, and soul thereof, My gift fair Rose, mortal love and nothing more. You took mine hand, and placed it on thy heart, To feel within, thy inmost hopes and dream, I found therein, true love to me impart, As pure and sweet, as flowing mountain's stream. I love thee Rose, for thee mine heart doth pound, I love thee Rose, in thee mine heart have found. Fair Rose, deep within mine mortal breast, Lays tender bud, sweet essence of thine bloom, No swordman's steel, could from mine being wrest, Thy fragrant scent, shall e'er remain, 'til tomb Doth beckon me, and steal thine life from me, But even then, Fair Rose, heed now mine word, For from night's void, darkness of eternity, In evening's still, upon the winds be heard, Love's madrigal, from forth my lifeless lips, As to thee call, beyond the rim of time, O' come to me, to sail on Passion's ships, Forevermore, as to the heaven's climb, Beyond the stars, through realm of welkin's portal, As to thee sing, to Rose, my love immortal. Fair Rose, how would I kiss thee dear? I would kiss thee lightly on thy brow, As whisper softly in thine ear, Sweet words of love to thee avow. A rising warmth as lips in yearning meld, Tender touch of satin rose in warm embrace, Within mine arms, thy gracious charms in passion held, Thou art the light of heaven's grace, Sweet taste of honeyed mead, desire's delight, Dear Cecilia, music springs from forth thy breast, Doth soothe my pain in glow of Luna's light, As sate my inner fire, love's desire, mine lover's quest. Fair Rose, to thee I make this mortal vow, How would I kiss thee goddess fair? With love and tenderness is how. The softest notes of nightengale, as gentle breath of dawn, Float in whisper on night's breeze, 'mid songs of heaven's spawn. How sweet the music of the heart, doth echo truer far, Than madrigals of Muses fair, sang from a distant star. Not a harp, nor zephyr heard, when dream of scented Rose, But softest note of nightingale, as bloom in my heart grows. Cecilia sings to gods on high, afloat on evening's mist, Whilst below in Rose's arms, I am by heaven kissed. I gaze upon her satin bloom, am touched by petal's dear, While Venus sings to gods above, tis nightingale I hear. I seek not the stars above, nor pine for midnight's moon, 'Tis only Rose that I desire, for whom my heart doth swoon. Carry me not, to heaven's far, beyond this earthly portal, For in my heart, lives precious bloom, my Rose, my love immortal. There is, I think, no beauty as the rose, Enchanted bloom, simplistic in its grace, Sweet fragrant scent, to senses does disclose, An angel's breath, enwrapped in satin lace. At birth of verdant spring, does rose appear, As tender bud, a promise sibylline, Of love portent, of velvet petals dear, Aglow in dawning's rays, a gem pristine. Come summer's sun, a scarlet splendor rare, Erupts in vestal glory full, ablaze, As Helen's beauty pales to rose so fair, In wond'rous awe, upon your bloom I gaze. O' beauteous rose, you are an evening's star, That fell to earth, to grace us from afar. In the heavens I espy, beyond the clouds afar, Splendor of a winter rose, a wond'rous midnight star, Am touched upon by petals fair, exquisite satin flower, As sings her songs of Terpsichore, in calm of evening's hour, A muse alone in solitude, beyond Orion's belt, Strums her lute in love's reprise, her sorrows ever felt, A soothing wind that comes to me, from other side of time, And carries me to skies above, encaptured in her rhyme, Sweet flower of the heavens, outshines the welkin light, Beauty of a velvet bloom, my goddess of the night. Fair Rose, I see thee not with eyes of flesh, But with mine heart, espy thy beauty rare, In chambered vault, thy petals fair enmesh, My mortal soul; within thy bloom ensnare. I sail with thee, aboard the Southern Cross, On winds of time, on rising evening's mist, Within thy arms, upon my brow emboss, Thy tender lips; as if by goddess kissed. Thou art Venus, who shepherds in the night, A beacon bright, as stars awake to shine, In harmony, in glow of Luna's light, And cede to thee, my beauteous Rose divine. Fair Rose, thy bloom on wings of heaven's glow, Illumes the night; angelic grace bestow. Fair beauty's Rose, whose bloom at sun's last fade, Doth greet the night; tender bud resplendent, Ensconced in glow; high heaven's promenade Of welkin stars, afire in night's ascent. Do not you hear, upon the winds above, As sing to thee fair Rose, Eros' refrain? My madrigal to thee, eternal love, For I shall ever be, thy mortal swain. For in mine heart, I ever dear shall keep, Thou beauteous bloom, thou art Uranina, Thy tender kiss, doth sate mine passions deep, My Rose, thou art my life, my Dulcinea. As comes the night, first kiss of vespertine, Mine precious Rose, fore'er will I be thine. O' beauteous Rose, in passion pressed, Amid the swell, of heaving breast, Let kisses rain, upon thy face, As one we meld, in love's embrace. For never shall, our heart's divide, As in mine arms, lay thee beside, I know my love, shall ever be, Beloved Rose, dear bloom to me, Rising, coursing, as river wild, As by thy passion's am beguiled. Flowing, flowing, to the sea, My beauteous Rose, I worship thee. O' precious Rose, I see thy face aglow, At eventide, when I in dream retire, Upon my soul, thy tenderness bestow, As touched upon, by depth of thy desire. Fair Rose, dear creature of my night's rejoice, When I upon thee gaze, mine heart doth quiver, In sweet anticipation of thy voice, A satin bloom, unto me deliver, Aglaea, sweet Grace of Splendor sent, As meadows washed in rain, untrodden snow, A joy unblemished, thy love transcendent, From forth thy lips, as honeyed mead doth flow. Thou art Calliope, goddess of night, Thy beauty fair, outshines the welkin light. Cool is the whisper, of breezes at dawn, The kiss of morn's dew, on emerald green lawn. Smell of sweet jasmine, angelic bouquet, Soft glow of sun's rising, advent of new day. Verdant the meadow, in morning's begin, Songbirds awaken, commencing day's din. Darkness retreating, onslaught of the sun, Helios the victor, of warmth does forerun. Alone in the distance, no jewel can compare, A single primrose, pure beauty so rare. First rays of the sun, lone primrose encase, Splendor of nature, in dawning's embrace. Do you hear the whispers, whispers of the night, Calling out come fly with me, upon love's wings of flight? A' sail on winds that call your name, sweet Rose of my desire, We shall soar amongst night's stars, ever climbing higher. Adrift upon the winds of time, past glow of Luna's light, As Polaris guides our way, our hearts as one unite. Do not you feel the feathered touch, of kiss upon your brow, As I take you in my arms, and to my Rose avow, Forever and forevermore, am touched by welkin's light, Together we shall sail the skies, you are my Rose, my night. /pip/Forum34/HTML/000232.html [This message has been edited by Mike (edited 05-05-2001).] |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
The softest notes of nightengale, as gentle breath of dawn, Float in whisper on night's breeze, 'mid songs of heaven's spawn. How sweet the music of the heart, doth echo truer far, Than madrigals of Muses fair, sang from a distant star. Not a harp, nor zephyr heard, when dream of scented Rose, But softest note of nightingale, as bloom in my heart grows. Cecilia sings to gods on high, afloat on evening's mist, Whilst below in Rose's arms, I am by heaven kissed. I gaze upon her satin bloom, am touched by petal's dear, While Venus sings to gods above, tis nightingale I hear. I seek not the stars above, nor pine for midnight's moon, 'Tis only Rose that I desire, for whom my heart doth swoon. Carry me not, to heaven's far, beyond this earthly portal, For in my heart, lives precious bloom, my Rose, my love immortal. There is, I think, no beauty as the rose, Enchanted bloom, simplistic in its grace, Sweet fragrant scent, to senses does disclose, An angel's breath, enwrapped in satin lace. At birth of verdant spring, does rose appear, As tender bud, a promise sibylline, Of love portent, of velvet petals dear, Aglow in dawning's rays, a gem pristine. Come summer's sun, a scarlet splendor rare, Erupts in vestal glory full, ablaze, As Helen's beauty pales to rose so fair, In wond'rous awe, upon your bloom I gaze. O' beauteous rose, you are an evening's star, That fell to earth, to grace us from afar. In the heavens I espy, beyond the clouds afar, Splendor of a winter rose, a wond'rous midnight star, Am touched upon by petals fair, exquisite satin flower, As sings her songs of Terpsichore, in calm of evening's hour, A muse alone in solitude, beyond Orion's belt, Strums her lute in love's reprise, her sorrows ever felt, A soothing wind that comes to me, from other side of time, And carries me to skies above, encaptured in her rhyme, Sweet flower of the heavens, outshines the welkin light, Beauty of a velvet bloom, my goddess of the night. ============================== This gives new meaning to the premise of being sated with words... outstanding companion piece for another fav of mine.. these Rose sonnets and your sailing anthologies are some of my faves. your immense and impressive vocabulary influences your imagery and takes ethereal to a new level of inspire... and your instinct for cadence and rhyme is showcased in this very impressive write... when you are inspired by your rose of suppose... one very impressive garden does grow  take a bow poet sir...you earned it with this gem. (click) Library  you speak to me in riddles |
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JBaker515
since 2001-02-28
Posts 458Dartmouth College |
BEAUTIFUL..HONeSTLY!! This was awesome..breathtaking..loved it.. i read the whole thing.. my only thought was this is going to be to long for most people MIKE, its sooo good, ur writing is awesome... I just think that this piece should be put in Critcal Analysis.. just an idea.. GREAT WORk -Jeff |
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Poet deVine
Administrator
Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Exceptional poetry is never too long. This was just right! I love your way with words.  |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Mike~ Exquisite ! You've penned a treasure-trove of verse. What a joy to keep both collections in the library. *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Amazing, how much love pours forth here. I wish you could be cloned, Mike!! This romance needs to be in the hearts of more men. Sandra |
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monique Member
since 2000-02-03
Posts 369Louisiana |
your poem makes me feel like sleeping in my bed filled with rose petals [This message has been edited by monique (edited 05-06-2001).] |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
This is nice...James |
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Butterflies_dont_cry Member Elite
since 2000-03-06
Posts 3733Michigan |
No one weaves a rose like you do Mike...so beautiful and peaceful to read your work...thank you for weaving it like you do~ |
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