Wonderful Wednesday Celebrates Red Rose Day
On Wednesday, June 12th 2013, we celebrate red roses,
12 symbolizing one for each month of the year and
hours on the clock-a number of completeness.
A red rose signifies love.
In June this is particularly appropriate,
as June is by far the most popular month for weddings
Let this be the day when you complete
your love by giving those red roses.
There are so many forms and ways of giving them,
and tonight we ask to do it in your own special way…
poetry, pictures or videos are all welcome!
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Grateful hugs!
Hello all and welcome ta Wonderful Wednesday as we Celebrates Red Rose Day .. So lookin forward ta what bring .. Hugs .. :love: :love:
RED ROSES
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Golden roses mean more than any fine jewelry
Oh yeah you would think
A real roses that never dies
Right as if
A real rose preserved
Maybe
Trimmed in coated gold
Well that would surely do the trick
Beauty wit pure affection
Rose of love
Is the red rose
Pure
A sense that will bring love
Red rose red rose
Cross over
Bring me love
To die for and live for ever more
Red rose whispers of passion so sweet
My heart fell deep
Yet the white rose breathes of love
Red rose be falcon
White rose my dove to be
For love that is purest and sweetest
A kiss desire for my lips
Red rose red rose
I love the red rose so free
Roses are red gold peach and white
Black is my second
For I love black
Not to discourage the red my first love
Roses are red red as blood
My heart bleeds for you
Violets are blue
As I some times git when love is lost
Sugar is sweet
We all know that
Till bitter sweet love
Turns to sour
And so do you
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Written By: Bettie Davis ———————— © June o9 , 2o13
RED ROESE FOR MY MOM
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Red roses
For my mom for
She lives still to day
At now ninety one year of age
Those her mind is far gone
She still walks the miles
Even those she know not where she is going
She talk the talk not knowin what she say
Yet some times she dont always call me my name
She know who I am
My dad been passed on long ago
So had me sister
My younger brother
Was still born
Its only just me and my mom now
She stays with me some times
Git on my last nerve
But I love her still
Even if she tries to fight me
And gum me
She had no teeth
Wondered off if not watch closely
Follow my every move
If I get out of her site she will come see where I am
She tens to talk to a picture on the wall
Are even to her self
Well I do that to
Talk to self that is
Her mind wonders
Funny thing to
Her and
Jessica gits into it once in a while
When she goes in her room and pick up some of Jessica
Shell be yellin at Jessica its mine I do what I want
Jessice be sayin ma thats mine give it back when she want Jessiac say
Well then git outta my room
They are so funny at time
I have to go
Separate them
No they dont fight
They are just like two kid on the play ground
If I feed one have to feed both at same time are one will all but say where is mine
And its just on and no all day
Till I put them to bed
Red roses for my mom
For she still live to day I am blessed
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Written By: Bettie Davis ————————– © May o9 , 2o13
Bettie…this is so beautiful…..I had a parent give me roses at the end of the end of the school year. They hold up so well!!!!!! Love your blog!!!!
I have to dash for a while, but I hope to return to comment later today. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this piece you inspired:
My Rose
Spring’s arrived in tender leaf,
her bright, verdant leas sparkle through
as emeralds bathed in dawn’s dew,
unconcerned her spell is brief.
Nature’s cleared her womb of treasure,
reseeding Earth with pregnant hope;
she cloaks the sky with her sapphire robe
to repose on clouds in measured leisure.
Assuring whispers suit a breeze,
swaying trees cast their shadows long;
the heavens fill with a diamond throng,
all singing songs in major keys.
Faith’s sustained us through the season,
time proceeds through life in motion:
memories wrapped up in a notion
transcending any rhyme or reason.
Still we remain, so I again propose
the same lasting answer, offered truly:
You are my one, my precious ruby,
You are my only, my singular rose.
© Ted Meredith, June 2013
Sorry .. Had posted this on me Status June o8 but guess all did not see so me post it again here so all will know .. Huggings Now .. 🙄 😳
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Diane aka Its Me Diane will not be on line for a few days dunno how long .. Talk wit her this evenin says she is havin computer problem of some kind .. Wait on friend from outta town ta have look see whats wrong wit computer .. She sends hugs love to all ..
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