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DU Member--Madame Lavender
Anonymous
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Blooms in Shades of Red
Lavender, soft a colour
shades of regal purple
scents of exquisite perfume
lavender, my favourite colour
you take to your name
serene smiling eyes
looking at the world
for you have conquered all
Red should be your colour
strength, spelling of fire and blood
for you have gone through
many adversity in life
once a daughter, now a mother
bosom graced with love
the energy to war with ills
against danger towards yourself
still your passion shines
to give your all with kindness
compassion for the shortcomings
of others, never a cruel word
If I met you
to raise a glass or two
I wonder if our talk would be
of flowers, cabbages and Kings
Madame Lavender
Never be other
than yourself.
Lavender, soft a colour
shades of regal purple
scents of exquisite perfume
lavender, my favourite colour
you take to your name
serene smiling eyes
looking at the world
for you have conquered all
Red should be your colour
strength, spelling of fire and blood
for you have gone through
many adversity in life
once a daughter, now a mother
bosom graced with love
the energy to war with ills
against danger towards yourself
still your passion shines
to give your all with kindness
compassion for the shortcomings
of others, never a cruel word
If I met you
to raise a glass or two
I wonder if our talk would be
of flowers, cabbages and Kings
Madame Lavender
Never be other
than yourself.
Anonymous
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WORLDS OF LAVENDER COLORS
She waits by tracks, daily
An image burning in her mind
This world is her canvas
Painted in lavender colors
The earth passes by
Captured by tinted lenses
A phantom train sits alone
Upon the tracks in raining sheets
What awaits beyond eyes
Attuned to veils of mystery?
Only she will know in
Worlds of lavender colors
I long to see through her eyes
The world in tinted lenses
Lavender grows on the tracks
As shadows from the past
She waits by tracks, daily
An image burning in her mind
This world is her canvas
Painted in lavender colors
The earth passes by
Captured by tinted lenses
A phantom train sits alone
Upon the tracks in raining sheets
What awaits beyond eyes
Attuned to veils of mystery?
Only she will know in
Worlds of lavender colors
I long to see through her eyes
The world in tinted lenses
Lavender grows on the tracks
As shadows from the past
Anonymous
Okay ML, you know I love you and look for you as a constant source of wisdom, I must now write a poem that reflect that!!!! I shall return.
Demon nor Angel
Breathing in colorful sacraments to show their darkness
While still teaching carcasses to live
Beyond what they feel
But what she feels
Is a hill to climb up for eternity
Whatever that is
She is Prometheus
Bringing enlightenment to the lost sheep
Guiding them back to the pasture
Where she and gods sit together to reminisce
On what happens in a mortals unconsciousness
how she whispers white light of poetry
Deep into their souls until these boughs
Become roots to dig deep into souls made whole by ghouls
Vanquished by her sin
That happens to be a poetic sacrament
She is Poetic Justice
Born in the void but still human
Understanding what pain will be
And what we wish to see
Some sort of Oasis
Breathing in colorful sacraments to show their darkness
While still teaching carcasses to live
Beyond what they feel
But what she feels
Is a hill to climb up for eternity
Whatever that is
She is Prometheus
Bringing enlightenment to the lost sheep
Guiding them back to the pasture
Where she and gods sit together to reminisce
On what happens in a mortals unconsciousness
how she whispers white light of poetry
Deep into their souls until these boughs
Become roots to dig deep into souls made whole by ghouls
Vanquished by her sin
That happens to be a poetic sacrament
She is Poetic Justice
Born in the void but still human
Understanding what pain will be
And what we wish to see
Some sort of Oasis
Anonymous
ML
To be or not to be
Hamlet’s question
Had nothing to with suicide
But, it had to do with
Madame Lavender,
ML:
To be or not to be
In the presence of survival
To be or not to be
In the presence of honesty
To be or not
In the presence of compassion
The waves of fortitude
Gather in height to try
And match the grace that she wears
She wears many titles
Most importantly are two:
Woman and Mother
Her heart beats
To inspire us all
We must learn from her book
(As have I)
To accept and be true
She is a dear friend
And a mother too
Love for a child
Her love for hers
Goes beyond the limits
Of space
A poet like no other,
A friend, always willing
To make more
Always with an open ear
ML, you’re an inspiration
Thank for being such a dear!
To be or not to be
Hamlet’s question
Had nothing to with suicide
But, it had to do with
Madame Lavender,
ML:
To be or not to be
In the presence of survival
To be or not to be
In the presence of honesty
To be or not
In the presence of compassion
The waves of fortitude
Gather in height to try
And match the grace that she wears
She wears many titles
Most importantly are two:
Woman and Mother
Her heart beats
To inspire us all
We must learn from her book
(As have I)
To accept and be true
She is a dear friend
And a mother too
Love for a child
Her love for hers
Goes beyond the limits
Of space
A poet like no other,
A friend, always willing
To make more
Always with an open ear
ML, you’re an inspiration
Thank for being such a dear!
Medicine woman
no fragility, her keen ability for survival
an inspiration for many
since her arrival on the underground
a poet, and guardian
of which her spirit and soul
are always good to have around the place
A Lady, a mother, a seamstress
a lab tech, captures aging train tracks with finesse
feisty, but firm handed nonetheless
a woman of conviction, of sound mind and steady hand
wouldn't it be grand thing
If there were a few more lavender madams
..late entry, so more of a tribute if that's ok Quinny
no fragility, her keen ability for survival
an inspiration for many
since her arrival on the underground
a poet, and guardian
of which her spirit and soul
are always good to have around the place
A Lady, a mother, a seamstress
a lab tech, captures aging train tracks with finesse
feisty, but firm handed nonetheless
a woman of conviction, of sound mind and steady hand
wouldn't it be grand thing
If there were a few more lavender madams
..late entry, so more of a tribute if that's ok Quinny
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