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HAPPY MOTHERS DAY

Thank you for the flowers


Thank you for the flowers,

Their fragrance smelt so sweet,

Your kindness I will treasure,

Until once more we meet.

 

The sorrow you have shown,

The tears that you have shed,

No words need be spoken,

For in those tears all was said.

 

Try to understand,

That life will carry on,

My spirit has entered a better place,

Although my bodies gone.

 

My life must continue,

To achieve the very best,

But first I must compose myself,

And take a well earned rest.

 

Such a lot to do,

Of that I am sure,

For time does not stand still,

But carries on for ever more.

Malcolm G Bradshaw

Flowers of love

I thought to tell you the way I feel

But knew I didn’t know how,

So I send these flowers to show instead

I hope they’ll do for now

This flower I send to show my love,

A coral rose to show my desire

Your name is now across my heart,

The only one that I admire

The pink carnations I give to you,

To show I will never forget you

I love you now till the end of time,

I know I will forever be true

To show you this I spend lemon blossom,

So you know to trust in me

For now our hearts are forever entwined,

We will always be

The last flower for you my love,

I send to show your loveliness

The camellia is just for you

From the angels watching above us.

Abbe Cutforth

SALVE

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A shriek from the realms of the heart
echoes within the veins
Swiping aside the sweet melody
breathing the saddened symphony….

Bruises unseen felt when touched
respire through the open wounds
The salve to soothen the lesion
Has vanished in the gloom…

Words of comfort ne’er
Calm the ache,
as a sojourn
can ne’er blossom flowers
on a dying barren state…

Soumya

Hillside, Narcissus – Promote Yourself

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There’s a grassy slope not far away 
Where thousands of Narcissus bloom, 
And I catch my breath, as I watch them sway
Tossing their sweet perfume.

Gaily they nod their dear little heads 
And smilingly welcome me,
As they spring up fresh from their winter beds,
Eager for company.

Their round white faces fair and clean 
Are purer than frost or snow,
And I thank the hands, tho’ now unseen; 
That planted them, long ago.
-NORA MC FARLANE 

Soulmate – Promote Yourself

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Your favourite poem “The Reaper and the Flowers” by Henry wadsworth Longfellow – Famous poet

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There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between.

“Shall I have naught that is fair?” Saith he;
“Having naught but the bearded grain?
Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me,
I will give them all back again,”

He gazed at the flowers with tearful eye,
He kissed their drooping leaves;
It was for the Lord of Paradise
He bound them in his sheaves.

“My Lord has need of these floweretsgay,”
The Reaper said, and smiled:
“Dear tokens of the earth are they,
Where he was once a child.”

“They shall all bloom in fields of light,
Transplanted by my care,
And saints, upon their garments white,
These sacred blossoms wear.”

And the mother gave, in tears and pain,
The flowers she most did love:
She knew she should find them all again
In the fields of light above.

O, not in cruelty, not in wrath,
The Reaper came that day;
‘Twas an angel visited the green earth,
And took the flowers away.

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

YOUR FAVOURITE POEM SENT IN BY YOU

WHAT’S YOURS?

hEARTS AND fLOWERS – Promote Yourself

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It was never hearts and flowers.
We didn’t work that way
Our time was stolen
And half promises
Were made to each other.
I cannot speak for her
But I think we loved
Lust
Certainly played a part
I wanted us
To be real
I think it could have been
If she allowed
Herself
To let go
Ever so slightly.
Moments of beauty
Were accompanied
By soundtracks of her choosing
Those strings are now
Played for her
Whenever her scent returns from memory

Gabriel Denver

August showers


August showers

Watering the flowers

No sun in sight

Staying in tonight,

People rushing

To miss the raindrops

Staying longer in the shops

Cold feet and hands

Where people stand

Waiting for the rain to ease,

Catching colds in the August breeze

August showers

So much power

Flooding to come

It’s raining again,

Let’s run

Gillian Sims

The cottage

 

 

I came across a cottage,

That stood amongst some trees,

And smoke from the chimney,

Was being fanned by a gentle breeze.

 

The cottage fire was burning,

You could see it through the door,

The sweet smell of burning logs,

From the stack upon the floor.

 

The crackle from the fire,

It looked so very warm,

The old man tends his garden,

In clothes all ripped and torn.

 

In a rocking chair a sweet old lady sits,

With hair of silver gray,

Sunrays peeping through the trees

On this summer’s day.

 

The garden decked with flowers,

With primroses round my feet,

The birds they were singing,

They sang so very sweet.

 

The smell of new made bread,

That carried on the breeze,

Little animals playing in the sun,

As they dart amongst the trees.

 

A scarecrow in the field stands,

To frighten away the birds,

It was a picture that I saw,

So I put it into words.

Malcolm Bradshaw

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