Date:
Fri Nov 12 00:56:18 2004
From:
Sam
Subject:
In the coliseum...
/ \
"Yard of Rose."
Rose telling a story made a grin of my eyes for
"what I'd seen was more than I knew" she tacitly cries...
she then had rose
like no one I know,
rose in poetry and prose,
rose to rainbows and blue skies
reflected in seas darker by shading those...
O! she rose of hilltops in dancing sunspots rose,
and of a doorway of true hinges to heaven, every rose...
and so laid me to rest amongst reprise of ALL who had rose...
O! to be nimble by symbols, why kisses and flying birds, this flower....
Is elsewhere/Copyright 2003 Sam as G.H. All Rights Reserved ASm Poeta
Footnote: "Grave Yard" it was called. If that poem when centered and
turned upside-down is like a rose-facing-up...
"Rainbows Spill The Colors."
This Spring's Garden under clear and blue skies here is
like spilt from rainbows meant to color my words I found by day
my way as if my consciousness was meant for Earth's reality.
Is elsewhere/Copyright 2003 Sam as G.H. All Rights Reserved.
"Lady Faith."
Show me more of Faith I love I said to heavens above,
and soon began a storm of thunder drumming with
lightning flashing to trees strumming, fluting,
a stage of raindrops dancing and
a Lady lustrously with I romancing.
Is elsewhere/Copyright 2004 Sam as G.H. All Rights Reserved.
Footnote: "a Lady lustrously with I romancing" may change.
You may call me ASm Poeta! if you wish!