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06-28-2009 at 11:01:55 PM

Re: An Ode to Pink

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Originally Posted by ta

An Ode to Pink
Taronis – ‘00

A wisp of air with a familiar scent
I pick this bouquet so fragrant
Of fresh and ripe and full of juice
Carried on pink-scented winds

A flower spread, drips with dew
A soft caress, a touch, so moist
A singular spot amid the pedals
A cherry rose amid the tangle

Odor fervent and full and musk
Senses tingle at her dusk
Pedals open, this fire rushes
The touch, the feel, the wetness

All the perfect sites are pink
Gives a lad some cause to think
Into this fen his soul to sink
Of her nectar so to drink

Splendor, rapture incarnate
In this space so inviting
A rose garden so enticing
What wonder, so full and rich!




Very nicely done, Ta! This is a wonderful 'Ode to the garden of Eve'. This is a very sensual way of expressing the feminine body, and the pleasures that await those who dare to peruse it's gardens. Thanks for sharing. I really enjoyed the imagery, and the masterful subterfuge. Got a 10 from me.

Marcus tongue wink

06-29-2009 at 12:58:35 AM

Re: UPA Challengw for all invitation for the group

Haiku poem posted in response to Challenge: What do you see.

Haiku (God's Brush)
6/28/2009

Marcus

Hope you enjoy. tongue wink

07-02-2009 at 04:27:07 AM

Re: UPA Challengw for all invitation for the group

What exactly is the UPA? I'm new to Original Poetry and I'm trying to learn all I can about the activities I can participate in. Please enlighten me? I'd also welcome any and all friends. There's so much talent here, I feel priviledged to be in such great company! Please read my 1 poem, I probably need some constructive critism. Thank You, dustydai

07-03-2009 at 11:49:01 AM

Re: UPA Challenge for all invitation for the group

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Blue...clarity pyramid

07-18-2009 at 03:17:37 AM

Re: UPA Challengw for all invitation for the group

Colorful Haiku

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.