JONQUILS

Oh here are cream jonquils!
First harbinger of Spring
Scented with strange haunting power
where to buy authentic jerseys Memories' gates open in my mind
As joyful thoughts of childhood, cherished still
Arise to surface at jonquils' finding!

Once as sensitive child
Now in mature late years
Magic flowers, of fine form, perfumed
Tantalise, turn me to gipsy
When seen on vacant block, or roadside ditch
I'll stop, to pick a wild bunch for my home.

I wish to recapture
That innocent rapture
Of a youth which is now long gone
To inhale and reawaken
Instinctive love for Nature- best of all
So it's jonquils I've picked by the wayside...

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KATE

She's a darling, this girl Kate
With the clear, clear blue eyes
She's young and she's happy
She laughs and she never cries

She's come as a visitor
To our home on the hill
I'm glad to have her here,
Here with me and my dear Bill.

She's so sweet, this young girl Kate
As she sits and reads, sews
Frill on her petticoat
Though not needed, heaven knows!

She's so cheap custom football jerseys lovely, young and free
She's pretty and she's slim
(Wonder if Bill's aware
He is not so very trim?)

My Bill looks at her, this Kate
With his fine deep brown eyes
(Often see him smiling...
Sometimes gazing at the skies)

She's so pretty, little Kate
Cherry red her curved lips
And slim as a fine reed
With such slender little hips!

She tempts the boys I'll wager
Though she doesn't seem care
Happy being single
Kate with her long, blended hair

She'll soon have a nice husband
Sharing home on some hill
She'll need to marry soon
(I'm so glad I've got my Bill)

My Bill's attentive and kind
Takes her too on his round
Tending sheep, checking fence
(Her skin's getting very browned!)

She's full of life, this girl Kate
She laughs and flirts to kill
Boys seem to adore her
(Though he'd better not, my Bill!)

Her Mother is my good friend
Not seen her for a while
She lives at Tenterford
Far from us by sixty mile.

Such a pretty lass, this Kate
With the dancing blue eyes
She's always just happy
And she never, never cries!

Kate's pretty, blonde and so sweet
Home with us, on our hill
But I'll send her home soon
('fore she tears heart out of Bill.)

He looks close at her sometimes
And I swear doesn't know
He's fallen deep in love
And won't want for her to go.

She's a dear girl, this girl Kate
With the lovely blonde hair
I wish she didn't blush
When my Bill is standing there!

We'd a quiet chat 'fore she left
Me and Kate on the hill
She's a wise girl, this Kate
Seems she rejected my Bill!

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KISS-ME-QUICK

This little flower is bright and quite enticing
With its dainty inflorescence of pretty, pink florets
Pink and deepening to a richer, special darkish red
The leaves and stems a pale, complementary shade of green
The latter adding altogether to its unique attraction
Although only considered a "common" flower, I do believe
Kiss-me-quick deserves more attention, belonging as it does
To that past time when country maidens loved and named their local
flora
So, in a romantic turn of mood and mind they must be forgiven
When they expressed their shy hearts' longings in floral ways -
And in good faith I will remember how once in gentler days love
was so conveyed
And this little flower, not Red Valerian but as "Kiss me quick!" it
will remain so all my days!

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LADY OF THE NIGHT

And lo! when darkness yields to the uprising Light
Soft with silken caress she winds her midnight cloak
All of us assembled to await her passing
Witness her being Light, though dark mantled is she.

Midnight were her tresses and midnight her dark eyes
Radiant her nature, too bright for mortals' sight
Cloaked was she kindly, dark raiments thus to shield us
From the fierce brightness of her sovereign lord the Sun.

Faded, vision of the Dark Mother of the Moon
Fading as the long first beams of pale sunlight shone
cheap authentic football jerseys Retiring serene, she gracefully must await
Next evening's herald of her next night's visual state.

Now my dark Lady of the Night, cloak about her
(I fancy smaller shadow cradled in her arms)
Appears so caring, with tender, loving feelings
...But my Gentle Lady, I can no longer see!

With my eyes a-straining, my whole soul a-yearning
I heard echo as if a thought from her to me
I felt, I heard, I'm not sure which, but thus it seemed
My mind illumined opened wide, for thus I dreamed.

Learning in wordless ways the plight of human soul
And how it is that humans live and love and be
And what happens when life ends at that we call death
When souls are drawn into Her realm of Cosmic Sea.

From that Great Sea of Life, peaceful, vast, deep, and strange
Baptised, refreshed, re-born we each must live again
This time requires Her guidance and Her tender care
Of those with fear and those of us who're not prepared

Each from our separate sight perceives the Dark Lady
I see Her beautiful, comfort guide we deserve...
Lo! time has passed - I now can only faintly see
Remaining finest line of light and loving curve

This, a precious, treasured glimpse of the Dark Angel
As she gracious, surrenders to her lord the Sun
Her gentle eyes in softness yielding to her lord
Comforts me when it's time deep darkness be explored

I'm intent to henceforth keep my sacred vigil
In seeking subtle life as well as wisdom taught
I will put full effort in my task of living
Until the time comes to yield my personal will

At last appointment with my Lady of the Night
I will draw final breath - to go without a fight
I'll let her release me, lovingly baptise me,
In sweet forgetfulness within the Cosmic Sea.

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