Lillian B. Rose Poems

At the Warf, he orders a double
Her hand through his hair
He remembers far too well
Oh how, to beat the madness
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Wandering among shadows
Wondering where they lead
Past the collapsing Mountains
Into the endless sea
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Caught in flux, between what God has taught
And the modern mislabeled mesh of
Love's Lessons coming from you
Should I follow Cupid's Plan or Venus' Majesty
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Heat immeasureable melting me
A trickling image of comfort
Surrounding me like a dream
As in the distance your form weighs
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Do you remember
That cold day in November
When you looked at me, I looked at you
And that was when I knew
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The pitter, pat of little feet
the sound of a baby's heartbeat
soft cooing in the morning air
calming hour for the parents
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As wet sand slides
Through my wrinkling fingers
the cool water rushes
over my legs in protest
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In China, here it stands
Another olympian made his stand
A variety of strokes and turns
With exchanges finely tuned
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In the night, a star shone bright
Leading men of importance
Not questioning the Spirit's light
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a path against legality
bad choice along the way
Unexpected flash
As curiousity fed the fire
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