A Lonely Rose

...

Sitting in a meadow

'neath a shady tree

a patch of flowers catch my eye

then my mind wander free

In the middle of these flowers

Sat a Lonely Rose

How of course it came to be

Heaven only knows

Glancing 'O' so frequently

I suddenly realize

this flower is much like you

Beauty in its own undescribable manner

seeking a lonely love

for only then can

A Lonely Rose

be lonely no more

...

Sitting in a meadow

'neath a shady tree

a patch of flowers catch my eye

then my mind wander free

in the middle of these flowers

sits a Lonely Rose

I think to myself

Shall I be so bold?

I am sitting in a meadow

'neath a shady tree

a patch of flowers catch my eye

and as you already know

I let my mind free

I am observing life, value and time

everyone is rushing

when the time already flies

take a chance

sit back and relax

enjoy the time you have here

for it will soon be gone

...

This Rose stands for those

who cannot stand for themselves

This Rose stands for those

who cannot carry themselves further with strength

This Rose stands for all those

dieing and in need of help

but no one comes

This Rose means HOPE

in times of need...

This Lonely rose can be strong and stand alone

So can you.

My poetry appears dull,look closely and see the whole,
a message inside could there be,or just a thought for you to see,
Just a riddle for you to fiddle,or maybe a thought for you to twiddle,
Who knows but me,what all will see,maybe a twist inside this,
or just a miss of a wish to genlty switch,
to something new, and bright and blue,
A new years happiness soon to close.
Is this all just a wish of mine,
to see brains twitch,at the thought of a touch,
a touch of color and newness bold,
or just the smell of the familiar old.
What you know,is not all you really know,
let your imagination grow,
let it ponder, let is shift,let it make a strange new gift,
the future it may hold,if only given the chance to go,
so many places you wish know.
Only what you truly seek,will uncover itself,
gentle and weak,
beyond the shadows of a doubt,
a new dream comes out to sprout,
another newness of great delight.
Although you may not care to let yourself stare,
far off into the distance,is where you're at this instance,
because you are attempting to figure out,
exactly what this poem is about.
Your imagination is pondering,
and wandering,
it is wondering,
if I am insane,
or just the same lame thing you see everyday,
is running through my brain.