a burgundy bloom
sunset colored deepest red
a bright day garden
and lush green surrounds
in the silence of summer
warm winds are blowing
peach sunshine gleaming
as I sit on my porch stair
......
Take me to the crystal rivers that flow
with calm pristine diamond torrents that glow.
Take me to where all seasonless yields grow
from the effortless hands of men who sow.
Take me to lands of neither high nor low,
where equality reigns with none below.
I see meadows lush that men do not mow.
I see people who do not toil for dough,
with minds innocent, and without a foe,
beaming with smiles radiant that overflow.
......
L-et the golden silence reign absolute;
U-nwelcome is noise in the house of thought.
S-o much to explore in the universe of mind,
H-ued richly with precious gems of every kind!
L-ight enters inside, so glintingly beautiful,
I-nk takes on new images and shapes, blackly.
B-ees breeze by August, seeking their honey,
R-abbits hop high grass, down in the country.
A-bove, the milky stars compel us to wonder,
R-acing toward scintillating, blazing infinity.
......
Mary was ten and she adored flowers, and she had three pretty sisters;
But, she never could make a garden grow; like stars, losing jade glitter.
Sisters Sarah, Martha and Alice spoiled Mary, for she was the youngest;
Just as lime spring is youngest of the seasons, whereas winter is darkest.
Mary desired a flower garden to tend, where purples and reds met teal;
And lush fragrance was the new normal, like a grape sun leaving, for real.
But contrary Mary was so impatient, and would not follow practical rules;
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I was once something of a pessimist, and that fact did not concern me,
As violet birds are content, to spend their nights in different trees.
Still I had a happy and quiet existence, or at least I thought I did,
Like a moon glimmering all her tranquil life, when reddish sun is hid!
My attitude didn't come from bitterness, I just had an analytical mind;
And like bees searching for nectar, needed all the proof I could find.
But I totally missed the fact, that looking to tomorrow requires faith,
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GARDEN OF THE HEART
I am the Garden
In me all things live
In me nothing is forgotten
Here we enter
After being done with the Serpent
Flamed or in darkness
When the Cross enters from below
We die, never to be reborn
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Ruffly and pretty
in the colors of warm bliss
Windblown and silly
Young and with life, so giddy
Walled garden in the city
Orange sun is out, and we're playing house
My pets are my kids-until puss sees mouse!
Mommy loves to water her gorgeous blooms
While dog and kitty rest, inside porch rooms.
This Saturday, childhood seems left behind
When we make-believe, as the time unwinds.
Soon Mommy serves lunch-of milk and a bone;
And sandwich for herself. Jay sings alone.
Sunday church garden
of lime green blooms, reds and creams-
Luxuriousness!
Gracefulness and scented smiles
greet butterflies in hued styles.
Orange, yellows, pinks
in the sweet whirlwind of days!
Gathered together.
To the silence, bluebirds sing
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In the garden of my heart, there grows a rose,
a mystery, a beauty, the one my heart chose.
Her smile, a radiant bloom in the twilight's grace,
a secret enhancement, a captivating embrace.
Oh, smile of rose, like petals soft and rare,
in your gentle laughter, I find solace there.
Your eyes, like stars that twinkle in the night,
......