Flowery Garden
They blossom in the flowery garden
elaborating on details of colours
and the sweet fragrance of nature
In the corner
There lies the African Lily
Secret love of the nile
Swimming across many miles
The lily of the valley
whose tears
are washed beneath the earth
stands near the sunflower
who is filled with pride and power
The flowery garden displays
clones of different species
of a thousand lillies
representing life's symbolic gifts
perfumed air
sweet scents
rising from a flowery tent
as the roses auction
their coloured petals
A moment of ecstasy
reveals the orchid as it articulates
its blissful departure to the only Sweat Pea
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Flowery Smile
Flowery smile, flowery smile
As I glance your sparkling eyes.
Flowery smile, flowery smile
Stunning beauty, across the miles.
Flowery smile, flowery smile
Soothe my heart, makes my day shine.
Never give up, never for a while
For heart will fall, with your flowery smile.
poem by Dong Agosto
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A Garden Of Girls
KATE is like a violet, Gertrude's like a rose,
Jane is like a gillyflower smart;
But Laura's like a lily, the purest bud that blows,
Whose white, white petals veil the golden heart.
Girls in the garden--one and two and three--
One for song and one for play and one--ah, one for me!
Gillyflowers and violets and roses fair and fine,
But only one a lily, and that one lily mine!
Bertha is a hollyhock, stately, tall, and fair,
Mabel has the daisy's dainty grace,
Edith has the gold of the sunflower on her hair,
But Laura wears the lily in her face.
Girls in the garden--five and six and seven--
Three to take, and three to give, but one--ah! one is given--
Hollyhocks and daisies, and sunflowers like the sun,
But only one a lily, and that one lily won.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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The Aesthetes
The lily cranks, the lily cranks,
The loppy, loony lasses!
They multiply in rising ranks
To execute their solemn pranks,
They moon along in masses.
Blow, sweet lily, in the shade! O,
Sunflower decorate the dado!
The maiden ass, the maiden ass,
The tall and tailless jenny!
In limp attire as green as grass,
She stands, a monumental brass,
The one of one too many.
Blow, sweet lily, in the shade! O,
Sunflower decorate the dado!
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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Margaret
I KNOW a garden where white lilies grow,
Under the grey sweet-laden apple boughs;
It is a garden where the roses blow,
And honeysuckle covers half the house.
O happy garden, do you keep the vows
Breathed in your quiet ear beneath the rose,
Or do you tell the tale to each soft wind that blows?
Across your grassy paths she used to stray,
She moved among you like a living flower,
Her beauty drank your beauty every day,
Your beauty decked her beauty every hour.
You gave her rose and lily for a dower,
With all sweet flowers and fruits your bosom bore--
She took them all--and now she comes not any more.
O garden, if you breathe such secret things
To the south wind who loves you, tell him this:
To spread the scented softness of his wings,
And seek that other garden where she is,
And bid him bear no blossom and no kiss;
Only, dear garden, tell the wind to say
How grey the world is grown since Margaret went away!
poem by Edith Nesbit
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My Flower
Each day I watch you as you grow
Your petals smile of different shades
Your charm penetrates me nice and slow
Your beauty itself is forever unlikely to fade
You are my flower
I am your water
You are the beautiful gem
That makes this a perfect poem
You sparkle with rainbow colourful showers
You stand with a unique pose of beauty power
Your smell is a fragrance beyond compare
It fills me with joy to inhale you in the atmosphere
You are my flower
I am your water
Living a life of amorous fantasy
Captured and captivated in your ecstasy
Your fragrance blossoms
Your nectar sweet enough to fill a room
I stare at you with awesome desire
As your sight alone lights my fire
You are my flower
I am your water
You are the answer
To my internal will-power
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Beautiful!
Honesty is beautiful
Kindness is beautiful
Intelligence is beautiful
Talent is beautiful
Beautiful is a romance with such abundance
Beautiful are the flowers that roam the earth
Beautiful is awaking to the sound of singing birds
Beautiful is a disguise
Playing hide and seek inside and outside
Beautiful is as naked as the rising sun
Beautiful is delightful and truthful
Beautiful is the golden daylight that shines
And the taste of sweet colored red wine
Beautiful was never ever created by mistake
Beautiful is the ingredient we bake life's cake
When all or nothing is at stake
I am beautiful
You are beautiful
We are beautiful
Beautiful is great
Beautiful is sweet
Beautiful is love
Beautiful is power
Come to me Mr. & Mrs. Beautiful
Let me into your little secret
Of why you are so obedient and dutiful
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Sweet Wine
Sweet wine
Lets feast and dine
Sweet wine
Tickle my taste buds
Sweet wine
Sharpen my senses
Make them finer than fine
Sweet wine
Red and white stay in line
Till I give you the sign
That you are mine
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In the spirit of Rumi - 45 - The Lily
In the gardens of the world
as the world and seasons turn,
in a thousand thousand gardens,
in a million fields and valleys,
the lilies grow.
the lilies of the field – proud
yet modest in the grass, proud
that Jesus spoke of them;
lilies of the valley – proud
yet modest as their scent
sings and calls, amongst all
the heady scents of nature,
the scent so close
to the wild cyclamen
in the hillside grass;
the regal lily, sharing with the rose
the Caliph’s and the Sultan’s gardens,
listening all their lives as lilies do
to the plashing fountain in the fragrant courtyard;
laughing quietly as the kohl-eyed beauties
round the Caliph in the evening garden
vie behind their silken veils
with perfumes mixed and strange..
each day, one lily in the bed
reaches its perfection, glows,
exults in its day of unique status,
as every lily has its day..
What honour then, can God bestow
upon his creatures, so magnificent,
so thunderous in their praise of Him
for those with ears to hear?
His most precious gift, which even men
rarely earn with all a lifetime serving Him –
a glimpse of His perfection..
And the regal lily, full of the humility
of the lily, Mary’s flower,
bows its slender neck
yields all its beauty, bowing low,
folds its curled petals, as Mary
submitting to the will of God;
and we, walking in the garden,
glance and say ‘Behold,
that lily which, but yesterday, was perfect,
is fading now already…’ and in our heart
passes, is discarded, the evening chill
of knowing ourselves to be that lily..
pride, humility, the gifted glimpse of God’s perfection,
barely acknowledged as they pass..
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Garden of simple things
There is a place
I embrace and call my own
Where seeds are sown and grown
A little pond lays quietly making splatters
When small or large stones are thrown
The garden of love
The garden of simple things
I go to when
I need to enjoy simple things
Embellished with trees of different shades
Leaves of various colours and blades
Ornament each patch of the ground
As roses of colour glow in and out
There is a place
With you I want to share
Whistles of bird sounds
Constantly fill the air
Announcing life's simple pleasures
That no one can actually measure
Reliving all of who are there
Temporarily of endless social pressures
Kids laugh and talk
People peacefully walk
Exempt from the noises
of cars and trucks
Exempt from argumentative or aggressive voices
Dogs stroll aside their masters
Lovers hold hands
Stealing away kisses in beauty spots
The garden of beauty
The garden of simple things
In winter or in spring
A peaceful wind is always blown
Trees and plants are carefully cultivated
To permit anyone at all to be strongly motivated
It is here I breathe the air without a care
There is simply no reason
In any season
Not to fall in love with
The garden of simple things
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Mirror, mirror in the hall
Mirror, mirror in the hall
Tell me I am as pretty as a doll
As you stand there by the wall
Why are you truthful to us all?
How about sweet white lies?
When I look at you and sigh
Or is vanity going to be my downfall
In you all I always see is my real image
Imprisoned in your crystal transparent cage
When will you set me free?
When will you let me be?
This is now becoming my daily outrage
Mirror, mirror in the hall
Why do you pretend?
Not to be my best friend?
How about sweet white lies?
Or a positive reply
When I ask you that simple question
Who is the prettiest of them all?
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
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Flowery speech
Do not listen much
Flowery speech.
Flowery speech has
Got no strength
To attain
Determinate intellect
And you can not
Achieve supreme goal
Through these
Flowery speech.
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Roses of Colour
Aged roses blooming in red and white
Stand aside to reunite
A yellow fiercy fire ignites
the darkness of the night
declaring a solitude of friendship
Roses of Colour
Roses of Love
Roses of Friendship
Sweet multiple odours
lingering in the burnt winds breeze
Hells black rose
springs out passionately
in the orange grey light
The fire flickers and dances
in fascinationation like a restless ghost
The single red rose singles out the most
as it dances into the darkly night
What a sight
The unconsious beauty of life
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The Truth about Life
The struggle goes on
Whichever direction you turn
There is no excluded section where you can run
The truth about life
Is merely to survive
From the moment you arrive
In birth, to the end of death
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Still love you
I still love you
Care enough to wish you well
I will dream of our sweet kisses
Till they slip away in time
Out of grasp
And out of mind
I still love you
It hurts and its true
I know I have to set you free
Like a bird flying out of its nest
For the very first time
If only you could hear my heart
pounding and pounding
There might have been second thoughts
My tears I have bravely fought
Our dreams which we once dutifully sought
Now lie buried in forgotten grounds
It is with all my love
That I end these words
I still love you
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Bridal Eve
GOOD-NIGHT, my Heart, my Heart, good-night--
Oh, good and dear and fair,
With lips of life and eyes of light
And roses in your hair.
To-morrow brings the other crown,
The orange blossoms, Sweet,
And then the rose will be cast down
With lilies at your feet.
But in your soul a garden stands
Where fair the white rose blows--
God, teach my foolish clumsy hands
The way to tend my rose.
That in the white-rose garden still
The lily may bloom fair
God help my heart and soul and will
To keep the lily there.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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A lovers arm
In a lovers arms
I find my calm
In a lovers arms
I reinstate my peace
With a sweet soft tender lingering kiss
In a lovers arms
My life long dreams are
Spiced up, stirred and stewed
Heated up with fascination
Grilled with imagination
Till they virtually become true
during our loving lifespan duration
In a lovers arms
My questions are answered
Answers to unanswered questions can wait
It is not a question of now or never
It is a question of how to make
This sweet moment last forever
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Bitter Winter Sweet
Bitter Winter Sweet
Clattering shivering teeth
Frosty icy streets
People yearning for hot meat
A snowman freezes without heat
Snowy flakes lined up neat
Children play, laugh and sit
Schools close down in defeat
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Can't get enough
Can't get enough of your gentle touch
I like it so much
Can't get enough of your wet lips
They send me on a pleasurable moaning trip
Can't get enough of your enchanting smile
They keep me in a trance all the while
and simply multiplie in piles and piles
Can't get enough of your thoughtful ways
Showering me with your care everyday
Can't get enough of the warmth of your body
It cries out my name
and lights my heart with your flame
Can't get enough of the laughter in your voice
The sweet melody to my ears takes away all the noise
Can't get enough of your beautiful kind eyes
Sometimes I just can't help wondering why
Can't get enough of your sweet white lies
That's when I try to avoid your awful cries
I simply can't get enough of you baby!
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi and Nnenna Kamara
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Secret Paradise
I have nurtured a garden for you in my heart,
A beautiful garden, full of sweet roses…
And jasmine trees in fragrance,
Where you see green and golden birds flew freely.
Every day I visited this garden paradise,
And cherished every moments of it,
As I promise not to leave and forget,
Our secret paradise, always blooming in my heart.
poem by Desert Life
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A web of lies
As I lay down in my bed
and cry
I realise
It was all a web of lies
I was deceived
as I misconceived
the one identity
that I even had to question
my own sanity
I became a fatality
an instant causality
of using this facility
with hidden negative opportunites
called the internet
A web of lies
spun on the internet
Right in the chat room
dusted into my corner with a broom
I wanted to believe
I do not know why
hence created a world of my own
email addresses
flashing me messages
as cold as any marble stone
The truth was blown
When I heard my clowns on the phone
Be careful
Take care
I say with a sigh
It was all a web of lies
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