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While Passing Someone's Garden.

Updated on March 15, 2011
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While Passing Someone's Garden

The scent of Jasmine


calls me back,


to her honeyed locks


tumbling over my cheeks,


as the petals of her lips,

embraced my fondest dreams.


Thus I pause at this shrub


inhaling the intoxicating


aroma of what was first love.

©-MFB III

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Equinox On My Heart's Door.

Your limbs are barren now,
I have been blown away
by the bitter break
of your shedding me.


Tumbling in blurs
of what was love's
most vibrant colors.


Dying in mid-flight,
grounded in reality,
raked over
smouldering coals
and consumed.

 

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Weeding Through What's Past.

She was my

Dandy-lion-ess,

way back in the "Summer Of Sixty-seven."
Her golden hair tousled like a mane,
over ruby lips pursed for our first kiss.
Fresh like the dew on a pink rose,
she graced me with dreams
I had never known.

Danielle, my girl-next-door

a flower amidst the weeds

of the projects in which I languished.

I think of her whenever spring

graces my lawn with sun yellow bursts ,

and I wonder whose thirsty garden

she's adding beauty to now.

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©-MFB III

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      cosette 7 years ago

      omgsh those are wonderful.

    • lisadpreston profile image

      lisadpreston 7 years ago from Columbus, Ohio

      Very good. I always enjoy your poems. Lisa

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      Micky Dee 7 years ago

      Very nice indeed. I have to live through you. Thank you sir.