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Flo and Rose were lovers

they ran a florists' shop,

buds and lilies binding

a love they'd never lop


then Rose met a driver

new emotions but true,

she left Lily cut deeply

and eloped off to Kew


sick to death of flowers

Lily pined, got sick, died,

specified in her last will

no wreaths grave-side


her plot's tidy but bare

no blooms for her woes,


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A Nameless Flower

A Nameless Flower

Ujjal Mandal, India

A nameless flower has come out
From the unknown bush. 
Neither pens write her name 
Nor books make place for her. 
But my heart has written her name 
On the pages of human hearts.

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In Chains Of Faded Flowers

You're gone but it was good

You had to put up with a lot

My moods and wanderings

A child dying alone in his cot


Carnations bring you back

Our shady garden bowers

You dangle from my heart

In chains of faded flowers


High up on Ilkley Moor

Laid in fields of heather

Laughing we made love

Never mind the weather


His birth was not easy

For you might h...

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Fleeting Images

The other day I caught myself staring at your image
Embedded in the cliff-side pool.
Surrounded by flowers and foliage,
Miles away from you.

Your skin porcelain,
Flaws hidden,
Eyes clement,
You didn't even seem human.

And maybe you weren't.
You were perhaps just an abstract concept,
An evanescent concoction of pigments,
Who swam away, leaving behind no remnants.

When I thought ab...

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Wounded Flowers

Hear the shuffled footsteps drag upon the cold alone

Looking for a distant stone an ancient memory

Dryness caked upon the ground with lives that never were

Looking for a trace of wounded flowers


Rows of dying blossoms dripping open in the rain

Satyrs running naked in the summer nights of love

Cracked and dripping idols close their eyes against the pain

Blinded aged still ...

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Flowers Are Yesterday

I never saw such a posy of carnations

A flush that shade rose to my cheeks

They were delivered each day at first

Before long it was every few weeks


Flowers are yesterday and I know it

Reality can cope without fine blooms

The mundane stuff is more important

Like securing a set of cheap rooms


Memories of those sprays sustain me

Even now I can smell that African l...

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Flowers In The Bath

Rosebay, willow-herb and common poppy

Garnish each enchanting meadow

Sweet fragrances and alluring hues

Draw rapt villagers to every window


Flowers can be double-edged swords

Marking endless sorrow and pain

I can recall the time my father died

The old tin bath where wreaths were lain


Deadly nightshade or belladonna

Lurks on limestone and dry chalk

Consume th...

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A Lullaby Of Loss

(Inspired by Death With Dignity, Sufjan Stevens)

Stoic and sober silence, I can feel you,
Like a blanket draped 'round me
When I'm down with flu.
Why don't you speak?
Decimated dreams, I can see you
Even in the stark bleak.
The color of coal.
When will you heal?
Whispers of floating phantoms, I can hear you,
When you hover over my cot
And sing a berceuse.
Why did you stop?
Flowers pre...

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If Foxes Wore Gloves

Gazing at the sunrise, as a new day breaks the dawn,

bleary eyes fixate towards the distant edge of my lawn.


The speckled common foxglove, sturdy, strong and tall,

a spike of colour backdropped by a grey, dry stone wall.


Lost deep in absent minded daydream, I begin to think,

if foxes wore gloves would they be purple, white or pink?


Early birds catch worms for hungr...

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Darkly damson silky petals flop

hanging gently in mid air.

They cluster together splashing colour vividly amongst the greenery.

A spray of white blossom hangs over the dusky velvety leaves

and their light accents glow.

In the background water makes its way downhill,

flowing gently between the mossy stones

and the feathery ferns waving in the breeze.


Bird song completes...

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Vita hominum flos est


Inscribed on Emanuel Sweert's painting 'Florilegium': Man's life is a flower.

Like a flower, he comes forth, then withers away; 
like a fleeting shadow, he does not endure.

Book of Job 14:2


While I watched, her blossom

faded from the field

left no shadow


Now all life expects in this eleventh hour

we should revere lost heroes with a flower


But I shall not ad...

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Twisted Love

Love once bloomed 
like a fragrant flower
in eternal spring.

Through years of 
torrential summer tears, 
then droughts,

the scent faded.

All that seemingly remains
are scorched petals that drop 
like dead leaves in fall.

But, far beneath 
the frozen surface, 
intertwined roots run deep...

Making our twisted love 
hardy, to weather the 
toughest seasons.


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Between the last customer

and morning light

in the parking lot of the Korean Gentleman's Club,

he picks lilacs for me.

Standing high against a warehouse wall,

these always bloom early, and 

he goes annually, covertly, in the still dark,

unsure of welcome by the

Korean Gentlemen.

He fills the car.


I imagine that damp, spring-scented ride home,

his fantasy of be...

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kill me.

Pain in my stomach, heart, mind,
stabs of a knife 
I yearn for this piercing pain 
I've lacked it far too long.

Ungrateful love:
Punch me, hurt me, kill me almost.


so later
when the rain has ceased
a flower can bloom again
a new blossom
the same plant

Revive me, ungrateful love
Make me another

Kill me.

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A Million Ordinaries

I’m ordinary and that’s ok

Extraordinary is made of

A million ordinaries anyway


I can feel Magnolia

Reflecting sheen 

From her glossy dark leaves


It’s early afternoon

Rays warm my left shoulder

My car window lets just enough in 


The faint rattle in my back seat

Plays a bridge

To the melody of my AC


The turns of my car, so familiar

The rout...

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Flower Shop.

I spent
My last $20
On you.
I hope
You like
What I got you.

I know
They're not
The nicest ones there,
But I,
Wanted to show
That I was thinking bout you.

I know that,
Times have been
Tough for you,
And I
Know that this
Wont make everything right.
But I've been thinking bout you.

And with
Every petal that falls
I hope you
Know that it's
Every thought I have bout you.

Yes I

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Rainfall Tonight

Let me return to past, let me recall tonight
With me cries, each corner and wall tonight

What let flowers to slit throat in my garden
Who has invoked the curse to fall tonight

My screams have awoken people from sleep
Separation to be mourned in rainfall tonight?

He might be Abbas-e-Ali collecting tears
Mourners have sighted him tall tonight

Mirza, your phone is ringing since evenin...

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Daisy Chains

Pick the petal, then you eat it.

Fields of daisies.

It's a sort of unegotistical monopoly that I crave

I think.

Playground fortune telling is a mysterious art that rides on the idealistic concept of opposite chance.
Loves Me.
Loves Me Not.

Where I stand now.

Where yellow spiraled arms that reach for love, surround me.
I come to the bubbling surface, that the reach...

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Mi Anemone

A warmth in her blossomed,

He made her smile from her heart. 

She was too scared to tell him,

So she played the friendship part. 


An unknown feeling flourished within, 

Her guard unfolded and withered. 

He stole her affection like a thief at night,

Replaced with emotions she tried to fight.


The attraction stemmed deeper,

She knew he was a keeper.



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Waiting on flowers

I am waiting for the day that you will show up at my door

With a flower for every birthday you missed.

Twenty-one flowers of vibrant colors—

Turquoise, violet, “tickled pink”—

They will spread their pedals in the warm spotlight

That will touch every inch of my cold, pale skin.

The features of my face will be illuminated.

I will no longer be the infant you left—

The life tha...

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I’m pretty sure there were tulips in her eyes,

I shouted “Fire! Fire!”,

She took off her sunglasses,

She saw sunrise.


Now I know it, there was a darling rose in her blush,

A honey dew in her stare

But they told me “beware, beware!”

“Have you not been warned of ‘primrose way’?”


Now I felt it, there were dandelions on her lips…

Make a wish, make a wish!

Daisy ...

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back in the time when the leaves crunched under our feet
we kissed and the world stood still,
but as leaves fall so did we

like the frigid air was our relationship,
glances and looks exchanged and meaner ones received
but as ice thaws so did we

as the flowers blossomed the looks weren't as harsh
back in the state of love and happiness we were
and as the sun gets hotter so did we

our love ...

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Flowers mark the spot

Flowers mark the spot

Once fresh

Sweet scent

Since faded

Brittle petals

Tied to the railings

Marking the spot


The shrine beside the road

For the passing world to see

Never forget

Never allowed to forget

Sun-bleached photo at it’s core

Decaying flowers surrounding


A reminder for the careless drivers

Too busy pedestrians

Texting as they walk


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Writing poetry is harder than you think

Roses are red.

Violets are ... not red.

Hibiscus are sneaky little rascals that only bloom during that weekend when you're away visiting your parents because they still pay your bills.

I hate flowers.

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Oh, England,

you green and pleasant land,

your beauty never ceases to instil

a calmness in my hands.


A sense of peace; contentment

within my wandering mind,

a fulfilling feast for longing eyes

that seem always looking behind.


The golden greens of your pastures

covering long and rolling hills,

the succulent scent of your flowers

tickling senses to smile at...

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Swaying flowers,

passing hours,

birds in evergreens


happy smiles,

worth your whiles

and sappy little trees


muddy faces,

fraying laces,

and a gentle summer breeze


swaying flowers,

passing hours,

making memories

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An eloquent visage placed upon a pedestal of mosaic stones, 

Creamy white snow shimmering, 

Glistening freshly cut phernomes sit eloquently upon your chest. 

"They will die!," you say. 

"They will die!," you say. 

Erogenous plains outline your temporal landscapes,

An infinite glaze of still-life sunflowers,

Procreating infants breadth, 

Hypnotizing Adriatic oils,


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She ate sliced ham out of a zip-lock bag,
standing beside me on the subway platform
with her side-tilted hat showing she was
all spunk and all seriousness, making me
feel absurd to be holding these gladiolus
and heading to the far west side of the city
where my sweet friends with an Irish accent
had just had a baby removed.  

This girl with her hat and her ham and I

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The hospital waiting room
was also a diner.  I drank
a chocolate milkshake with another man
while you turned the floor red. 
Flowers bloomed from your blood. 
You picked them for me,
but I forgot them on the counter.

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From the 'Wings' series


They announce the occasion
White for the virgin.
Black for death
Red for love.
Pink for a girl
Blue for a boy.
The loudest colour of all
Embarrassed cheek of girl or boy.

We have had them all
Confetti in our lives.
Throw me red rose petals
Shower me with love.
Spray me with your rainbow
Dazzle me with your spectrum.
No need for pots of gold at the en...

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You sent me

flowers as an


to my work email



It wasn’t

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looking for.


I replied

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I never


a postmaster



so you must have got the message.


From my new book - 'Working Extra Hours Ha...

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Gorgeous Garden

My garden is so lovely

Filled with every kind of bloom.

From the daffodils to the buddleia,

The marigolds and the broom.

Every moment that I can I spend

Amongst my lovely flowers.

There's fairy glens and poolside wends

And quiet jasmine bowers.

Their secret life unfurled

My World.

The rustle of the hedgehog

as it roots around.

The noisy sound of sparrows

Fighting over seeds they'v...

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When nights are long and spirits low,

Remember - still the flowers grow.


When days are short and full of woe,

Remember - still the flowers grow.


When health and wealth ebb to and fro,

Remember - still the flowers grow.


When friends and family come and go,

Remember - still the flowers grow.


When life has little left to show,

Remember - ...

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The language of flowers was born in the East

and today this tradition still persist.

Having a lack of communication,

being unable to show it on their faces,

the women of the East  created the language of flowers,

it could show their love power,

it could show their mood,

it helped them to be understood.

Once it had appeared as the language of communicat...

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The Rose

The flowers unfold

as I pick the rose

walking in the park

way after dark

with my boyfriend.


I lift the rose

as i climb the fence

wondering what the passer-by thinks

of me and my boyfriend.


he lends me a hand

as he stands on the pavement

smiling with his eyes

this handsome man,

my boyfriend.


the passer-by stops

as i be...

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Bach Flower Remedies : 38 Haiku

The Bach Flower Remedies : 38 Haiku (click to link)

38 haiku - one for each of the Bach Flower Remedies - now published with illustrations online by Edward Bach Organisation Research Programme.

Some of the haiku:


cherry plum

the coroner declares

impulsive suicide


the silent mull

of this way or that



a week of ...

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